Sunday, November 18, 2012


Do you do sports? Does your significant other watch sports. Do you like sports? I'm the sort that was ruined for hockey from a young age. Can't even stand the sound of it. Yes, I'm Canadian and yes, I don't like hockey. Oh well. Same goes for the rest of the body slamming stuff.

My kind of sports? I love the outdoors so canoeing, hiking, sailing, horseback riding, to name a few, are my kind of thing. Cozy couches before a fire with a glass of wine is another :) Oh, I didn't mention golf. Yes, I do love golf. I took lessons from three different Pro's over the recent years. One a sort of hot dude, then a young woman ad finally a mature LPGA Pro. She was the best and when I sold my farm, my lawn tractor was also sold off and I bought a set of her golf clubs. 

Close Contact is my second anthology with Cassandra Carr. Our first was Public Displays of Eroticism with Sybarite Seductions and it was received really well. So well, in fact, that we decided to do another. Jami couldn't be with us this time around so Cindy stepped in.

Close Contact is a spin on sports and very sexy. We hope you check it out and enjoy reading it as much as we did writing!


Hard-hitting contact sports don’t have the only sexy professional athletes. Does the strength and grace of golf, tennis and fencing instructors extend to their lustier activities? Find out as they turn these classic sports into full-contact steamy sessions. 


Cristal Ryder's Playing Through

Get a grip, Lexie. He’s a student.
She bit her lower lip and tried not to let her thoughts go to the erotic, but she feared it was way too late for that. Another quick glance at him, and damn if he wasn’t looking at her. He laid his arm along the back of their seats. Under her pale peach golf shirt, the flesh between her shoulders rippled, anticipating his touch. Would he run his fingers down her spine or up to her neck and into her hair? She felt the presence of his hand at her back as clearly as if he touched her. She willed him to and was disappointed when he didn’t.
The sun went behind a cloud, and she glanced up. Doppler had shown a chance of rain or thunderstorms. Wouldn’t that be great—a crashing storm during the lesson would really screw things up.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” His words startled her, but oh how she loved to hear him speak.
Keep talking, cowboy. “Yes, it is.”
“Have you been west before?”
The magic of his voice cast some kind of sexual spell over her until she could barely think straight, let alone form cohesive words. “Ah, no.” Lexie concentrated on her driving and her words, which seemed to vanish on her tongue. “First time.”
“What brought you out here?”
“Fluke, really. They offered me a position and I was ready for a change.”
“Lucky me.”
She glanced at him to see if he was teasing and nearly swallowed her tongue. His dark gaze bored into her. Her intuition screamed he would be receptive if she just said the word.

Cassandra Carr's Service Ace

Cal and Adriana enjoyed a fun dinner, their flirting progressing as the meal went on. She needed to make her move, especially since Cal seemed to share her interest. He paid for the meal and they left. Once at the car, he handed her in and then got in the other side.Now or never. She reached over the center console and palmed his cock.
“Shite!” He looked over, his eyes wide.
“Look, I’m not normally this forward, but I want you.” Unable to hide a small smile as his cock swelled in her hand, she looked away. “Well, for more than your tennis expertise.”
“Are you sure?”
“Do you often have women who don’t want you for sex stroking your dick?”
“I don’t often have women stroking my dick for any reason.”
She faced him. “Really?”
“Really.” He swallowed.
“I guess it’s both of our lucky days then.” 

Cindy Carr's Up to the Hilt

Finally, a man who could be no other than Sebastian Como, dressed in a black velvet warm-up suit, strolled out the door. “Holy shit,” she whispered. He was gorgeous. Sex on a spoon. About six-three with dark, curly hair, brilliant green eyes, and a killer smile. Plus, he appeared to be in his mid-twenties. He was awfully young to be a master fencer with his own academy, but she knew his story. Everyone in the business knew about him—boy genius, Olympic star and all, but the photo in the school's website hadn't done him justice by a long shot.
He needed a new photographer. Badly.
She needed air.
He met her halfway across the floor and shook her hand. Zings of heat flew up her arm.
Man candy. Yum. But she couldn't let anything get in her way of success. His royal hotness would have to be stuck in her back pocket until she had time to explore him. Slowly. Very slowly.
Their gazes collided like lasers. Wars could start that way.

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Kathleen O'Donnell said...

Cristal like you I am Canadian, but I like hockey. It was and still is a staple in our family. I grew up with four brothers and my dad, so sports ruled in our house on a Saturday and Sunday. So books became my way to get away from it all. But I grew to love hockey, football, baseball, golf and many other sports.. And don't forget Curling.. Can't be Canadian and not like this winter sport..
I have never read any of your books, but I will be adding all of you ladies to my tbr collections.

Kathleen O'Donnell said...

I am a fellow Canadian and i like hockey. I had to, I grew up with four brothers and my dad. Sports of nearly every kind was on in our house.. But I grew to like hockey, football, baseball, golf and mnay other sports. And of course being a Canadian you have to like Curling...
I have not read any of your books, but you can get I am going to put you and the other ladies on my tbr shelves.

jean hart stewart said...

Wow, loved all three exerpts. Love your hot writing, ladies..Thanks.

Tina Donahue said...

Sounds like a great read! :)

Fiona McGier said...

NO sports for me. My Dad was from Scotland and the only important sport was "football", since what big guys in the USA play is "armpit ball", since Dad said all they do is run around with the ball under their armpit. REAL football involves everyone kicking the ball and lots of constant action, not commercials every 3 minutes. But I don't like soccer either.

Fortunately few in my family care about any sports. I never could understand getting the family together only to turn on a TV somewhere and NOT talk to those you love.

As for outdoor activities, camping, hiking, biking, being outdoors...all good. Anything that allows for people to connect without distractions is a good thing.