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TUESDAY TALES - GIGGLE

   Welcome back! This week the word prompt is "giggle". And Maggie's story continues. ***************   Maggie snuggled into John’s shoulder on the train ride back to Manhattan. Three whirlwind days living her dreams had taken her breath away. Now Mrs. John Armstead, she had left her old self behind. How delightful to meet you. I’m Mrs. John Armstead. John and I. Maggie Armstead. This is our son, Geoffrey Armstead.
   But Maggie was getting ahead of herself. They still had years to go before they could afford their own place and a child. She sighed as she watched small houses and lush trees whiz past the window. The gentle sway of the train and John’s nearness soothed her into a light sleep. John kissed her hair and murmured endearments so softly only she could hear them.
   The couple noted that Mr. and Mrs. Roberts weren’t at home. So John carried Maggie over the threshold and dropped her onto his bed. “My room’s bigger. Let’s stay here.”“Whatever you say, my husband.” Her words sent a tingle up her spine.He smiled rakishly at her and narrowed his eyes. “Falling in love with being missus already, dear girl?”She nodded. “That’s grand.” He climbed on the bed, stretching out next to her. “Fancy a go?”
Maggie turned on her side, cupping his cheek. “Good idea.”John slid his hand up her leg, under her skirt. Maggie giggled as he attempted to divest her of her panties, but was having trouble. “A hand would be welcome, lassie.”
   Getting her shoes, stockings, panties, bra and dress off proved to be a daunting task. They both roared with laughter as one thing after another stuck, or got caught on something. A loud banging on the door startled them, interrupting their fun. Maggie scooted under the covers, pulling the blanket up to her chin.“John! What’s going on in there?”John, stifling a laugh, replied, “Nothing, sir. Just a little fun. We’re not back on duty for another six hours, sir.”“Who’s in there with you?”Maggie and John couldn’t stop laughing. “I’m coming in.”
   A fit of the giggles grabbed Maggie and shook her. The door burst open. Mr. Roberts stood there, aghast, his mouth open, with his wife hiding behind him.“Maggie! John! What is this?” “It’s a honeymoon, sir,” John replied, trying his best to keep a straight face. ­­
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SEE WHAT THEY ARE SAYING ABOUT GUNTHER QUILL

Sometimes a story or a character will hit me hard. Gunther Quill, bad boy villain in two of my Hollywood Hearts books, did just that. He landed in my head and refused to go away until I told his story. And what a story it was! 
I put aside the last book in the series and wrote Gunther's story. My biggest challenge? Turn a bad guy into a hero. From what I'm seeing of the reviews, I was a success. Let me share a few readers' comments with you.  

Amy: "Why are 5 starts all I can give? Damn Jean, you have done it again!! I don’t know what I was thinking when I started this during my morning break at work. I thought I’d read just a chapter or so until I could get home and really dig in because it’s month end and I’m in accounting. Yep, you guessed it… I didn’t get anything done because I COULD NOT put this down. Guess that just means I will have to work twice as hard tomorrow lol.Oh, I hated Gunther in Movie Lovers, felt for him in Love’s Last Chance, but fell IN LOVE with him in Lovers and Liars. "

Sassy Beta Reading & Review: "Jean has done the near impossible.....she made me care for Gunther....even more than that, she made me CRY for Gunter...and I don't mean a few lil tears, I mean heart breaking sobs! I have never liked Gunther, thought he was a pervy, self centered, butt head, but what did Jean do....yep..she made him into a hero! We get more back ground on what makes Gunther tick (but had a few hints in previous books) but it wasn't enough to change my mind at the time. But now, well I am gob smacked, flabbergasted, flummoxed, befuddled and feel bamboozled! I LOVE IT!! Great Job Jean...you have done the unthinkable, the unobtainable, the unbelievable...made me care for Gunther."

Sara: "In the previous 2 books, Gunther was someone that I definitely didn't like, so I wasn't sure how I would feel about his story. Jean had me falling in love with him before the first chapter was over! Erica and Gunther are both very well written and have so many facets to them. Gunther is so much more than he comes off as in his appearance in the other books,"

SIK Reviews: "Never judge someone without really get to know them. There is always something beneath the surface that makes that person the way they are. You just have to find it. I think even though I never could like Gunther before this book, I love him now. I think he is one of my favorites of the series."

Judi: "I didn't believe that I would like this book because Gunther was not my favorite character but I changed my mind. This is a must read. I read it in less than 24 hours it's that good."

15 five-star reviews out of 15 reviews on Amazon. Are you curious? Want to know what makes Gunther Quill tick and become so irresistible to readers? Found out here:
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WHO IS GRIFF MONTGOMERY?

Welcome! Who are Griff Montgomery and Lauren Farraday? Here's a little insight into the hero and heroine who rule Griff Montgomery, Quarterback, the first book in the First & Ten series.


Griff 

   His journey from the tiny town of Adams, Indiana to national fame as a top quarterback, playing for the Connecticut Kings, had been one of hard work and dedication to the game of football. He became a family man when he moved in with his widowed sister to help her raise her two kids.      Totally focused on his career and being a stand-in dad, Griff worked hard. He believed that allowed him to play hard, too, at least when it came to women. A natural athlete, handsome and sexy, he’d been called a man-whore with a girl in every road-trip city. But once his family left for the West Coast, his compartmentalized existence fell apart.
      Putting his life back together meant committing to a woman, marriage and kids. But could a “player” become a man-whore no more? He wouldn’t put money on a new beginning happening with a woman who had sworn off marriage for good. But there she was, beautiful and hiding something. He couldn’t ignore her, no matter how hard he tried.

LAUREN    Reeling from a personal tragedy and a recent divorce, Lauren wanted peace above all else. Tending to her ailing father, and trying to make a   living as a freelance decorator didn’t leave time or energy for men. Love had kicked her in the teeth, so she wanted no part of it. Not now. Not ever.    Forced, by the court, to let Buy links$4.99 for ebookAMAZONBARNES & NOBLEITUNESKOBOPAPERBACKALL ROMANCE EBOOKS
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WELCOME HOLLY J. GILL!New ReleaseThank you so much for ho...

WELCOME HOLLY J. GILL!

New Release
Thank you so much for hosting me Jean on your site you are just amazing, wine and chocolates at the ready! I am delighted to be sharing the Innocence Series with you. I am truly excited by this contemporary sweet romance series being a different genre for me as I normally write erotica.
The series comes as:InnocenceInnocence of LoveBreaking InnocenceReturn To Innocence
Innocence Blurb Book 1
Calvin Edwards has everything he could dream about— perfect lifestyle, running the family real-estate company back in London. He takes a holiday up north to visit his parents only to find a young pregnant woman attempting to take her life. Wishing to help, Calvin becomes a friend to her, only fears he’s out of his depth. Just when he thinks he can do this his past resurfaces, sending his life crashing.
Kacey is pregnant and her life is out of control with nowhere left to go. She descends on her mum for one last chance for help, only to have the door slammed in her face. At her wits end, she is alone, scared, and helpless until Calvin comes along. He becomes a dear friend giving her kindness, something she thought no longer existed in the world. Only she finds what she’d pushed to the back of her mind through selfish pain is back. Her past with all its mistakes has come back to life!
Excerpt Calvin Edwards
Calvin had no idea what the hell he was doing. He walked into the car park pondering whether he should call the police, longing for someone else to take over the extensive mess he’d somehow found himself in. He reached into his jeans pocket for his mobile phone, contemplating to call the police and have her picked up, get her some serious help, but he feared for her and the baby, and what would happen to them.

Kacey Richards
While she stood, waiting for her mum to finally show her face, things had changed drastically for her from being the prim and proper young girl into a woman who had no respect, lost her elegance, rough with no courteous or any thought for others, until getting shit on herself. Well, who really gave a fuck?The only time people helped you was when they needed something in return, hell I learned the hard way, like always!
A Bit A bout Author Holly J. Gill A wife and a mum to three grown up children, and lives in the UK. Holly J. Gill is a romance writer, her main genre being erotic, romance and has recently been exploring new channels, paranormal and contemporary.

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TUESDAY TALES - MAGGIE'S STORY - PROMPT "ATTITUDE"

          Little Penn toddled into the kitchen as Maggie was finishing up the morning dishes.  He tugged on her skirt. She bent down and picked him up. Anne Roberts was on the phone in the living room. Maggie brought him in and dumped out a simple puzzle on the floor. Concentrating was hard when all she could think of was the way she had destroyed any chance of marrying John with her confession that morning.           As soon as the Missus was off the phone, Maggie cleared her throat, her pulse beat in her ear.           “I thought John’d be back by now?”           “He asked for some personal time. I don’t expect him back until after dinner.”
           Sadness clouded Maggie’s heart and tears stung. Penn looked up and handed her a piece of the puzzle. She cupped his chin, smiled and placed it in the wooden frame.          “He’s getting awfully good at that, isn’t he?” remarked Anne.          “He’ll be ready for preschool before they’re ready for him.”          The women laughed. “He’s a bit of a wild boy, though,” Anne admitted.          “Not wild, exactly. Just curious, and a bit lively, I’d say.”          “Right, Maggie. I’ve got to keep a positive attitude.”          “Certainly is sweet and loving,” Maggie said.          With the puzzle finished, the boy made his way to his mother and raised his arms. She picked him up and kissed him several times, making him giggle.            Now I’ll never have one of those.          Maggie checked her watch every half hour, then every ten minutes. After the dinner dishes, she sat down with a plate, but simply pushed the food around. Within ten minutes, John burst through the archway. Maggie turned a jaundiced eye to him.“Bout time,” she muttered. His face was flushed and his eyes bright. A small smile played with his lips. “Guess you had a great day on the town, eh?”  She asked.“Might say.”“Goodnight,” she said, pushing to her feet.John grabbed her arm. “Not so fast, young lady.”She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Sit down. I believe our conversation from this morning wasn’t finished.”“It was as far as I’m concerned.” She attempted to rise again, but John’s large hand on her shoulder stopped her.“Close your eyes.”“What for?”“Close ‘em. You won’t regret it.”She did as he told her with a sigh. “Okay. Open,” John said.He knelt before her, with a tiny, velvet box in his hand. “Please marry me, Maggie.”He flipped open the box. Inside was a ring with a small diamond on it. “What?”“You heard me.”“Where’d you get this?” She took the ring and looked it over carefully.“It’s real, if that’s what you’re wondering. Knee’s getting’ sore down here, missy. Well?”“Already said yes, once, didn’t I?”John laughed and shook his head. “I’ve got the prettiest girl with the biggest attitude.”“This where you were today?”“Yes. And I found a lovely little bed and breakfast in Greenport at the end of Long Island. Made a reservation for this weekend. Mr. Roberts gave us two days off.”“Oh my God.”“Off to City Hall tomorrow to sign the papers.”“Did you tell him?”“Let him be surprised. Nothing’s going to stand in our way, Maggie. Nothing.”Her eyes filled. John took the ring and slid it on her finger. Then he kissed her. ­­“Knew there was a reason I loved you,” she whispered. 

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Six thirty in the morning, in the kitchen                 Maggie’s hand shook as she set the plate down in front of John.           “You always make the eggs just the way I like them,” John said. “Can you get a few hours off out tomorrow morning?”          “The Missus’ll be taking Penn for a ride in the park. S’pose I could.”          She twisted a napkin in her hands. “Don’t know how you can eat at this hour.”          “Driving Mr. at seven. Teaches one to eat when one can.”           Maggie paced in front of the small table.          “There’s things you don’t know about me.”          “The sooner we get married, the happier I’ll be. Every morning, I’m half expecting to find them standing there when I leave your room. I hate sneaking around.”          He sipped his coffee.           “I need to tell you something.” Her heartbeat jumped.           “Go ahead. But it won’t make any difference.”          “Before I came to the States, I had a boyfriend.”          “So?” He wiped his chin.          “I got pregnant.”          John stopped wiping. Silence hung in the air like a vapor. She glanced at him and looked away.           “Where’s the child?”          “That’s it, you see. Mum forced me to get rid of it. Said she’d put me out. Pa, too. Said they didn’t want no disgrace comin’ down on the family.”          John put down his fork.           “I didn’t want to. I had no choice. I was under age and all. Warn’t nothing I could do. He’d be about little Penn’s age, I imagine.”          John simply stared at her, his face expressionless.          “See? Told you there was stuff you didn’t know. Still time to change your mind.”           Mr. Roberts poked his head in. “Time to go, John."           “Right, sir.” And in a flash, her lover was gone.  BACK TO TUESDAY TALES
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GRIFF MONTGOMERY VS. PETRO SHEVENKO IN THE GREAT BREAKFAST FOOD DEBATE!

THE GREAT BREAKFAST FOOD DEBATE CONTINUES HERE...
(Caution, crude locker room language.)


Griff: "Just wondering why you couldn't tell if the players were men or women. Maybe hockey players don't have dicks? "*laughs* "That's why you can't see 'em. Hey is this pussy, kasha stuff always this color? Where are my eggs?" *Waitress nods.*" That's okay, honey." *winks at waitress*. "Serve the temperamental hockey dickless wonder first."PETRO SHEVENKO
Petro:  "Trust me, footballer, we have dicks. And balls as well. And a Cup to put them in. Yes, it is always that color. Stop whining like mulish child and eat. These eggs are not scrambled, they are fried and loose."*wrinkles nose and prods at eggs with fork*
Griff: "Honey, could you please take that away and bring some scrambled eggs, with ham. And make them hard? Thanks. " *Turns to Petro* "At least something on your side of the table will be hard besides your head." *chuckles*"So you're fully equipped? You put it in a cup? "*bursts into laughter* " Why hide it? We wear cups too, but no one would aim at a guys dick. Guess lowlife hockey players do that. Shoot the puck at his dick, and then get the rebound and score while the guy in on the ground writhing in pain. Not really a sport, is it? Hey, bring me some maple syrup, brown sugar, strawberries and any other berries you have. Have to do some to this pussy food." *Makes a face* "Thanks, honey." *Smiles at the waitress*
Petro:"You would be funny if you were not so stupid. I meant the greatest trophy in the world, Lord Stanley`s Cup. And if you said bad words about The Cup, I will make your face even uglier." *raises fist*
Griff: *Raises palm*"No, no, I never say bad stuff about a trophy. Maybe just the dickless wonders who compete for it."
Petro:"You are not as stupid as you look. "*lowers fist and glances at waitress* "At least they make the coffee right. Your trophy is okay as well."
Griff: "Damn straight it is. And we get rings, too. What about you? *Piles on the maple syrup, berries and adds sugar*. This shit isn't so bad, when you fix it up a little. You think I look stupid? We go to a bar and I'll bet you more women come over to me than you. They love the way I look. Football is sexy, Americans know that."
Petro: "Yes, we too get rings when we win. Big ones with many diamonds." *cuts off some egg* "This is not all that bad. It still tastes like chicken ass. Ha-ha. That is funny! It is known American women love men from other countries. Just listen to my accent and tell me it is not sexiest sounding thing you hear ever." GRIFF MONTGOMERY
Griff: "I've never tasted a chicken's ass." *laughs, takes a spoonful of oatmeal.*" Not so bad. Yeah, they love accents but they love hairy chests and tight abs. I can get laid five times with five different women in one night, if I want to."
Petro:"I have not either, but I think it tastes like egg. True, women love hairy chest and tight abs. Many tell me so when I am bedding one after another. I am like Russian bear. Go from one hot she-bear to another." *takes a small bite of egg*
Griff:"Ha ha! I've never fu—"*Jean shouts from next booth* "GRIFF!!"\"I've never had sex with an animal. It's illegal here. Does your Coach know you're screwing willdlilfe?"
Petro: "HA!"*hits table with hand* "You should see my woman when I am giving her good love. She claws and bites like Russian she-bear in heat. It is because I have huge dick. *someone swats the back of Petro`s head* Ouch!" *looks up*"Oh, hello beloved. Griff, this is my love Margarite. And who is this other pretty lady?"
Griff:*Griff smiles sheepishly as his woman stares hard at him*" This is Lauren, my beautiful woman." She opens her mouth to speak, but he holds up his hand." I haven't said a word about the size of your...oh, uh. Never mind. Nice to meet you, Margarite. Have some eggs."
Petro: *slides over to let Margarite sit beside him*" She does not hear, so you must look at her face when talk. Nice to meet you, Lauren. Your man is having oatmeal and liking it so good. It will make him bear in bed."
Griff:"I'm already a lion in bed, right Lauren? "*Griff picks up plate and offers to Margarite. Lauren blushes* “See, she's speechless. Never had such good loving as she gets from me."*Lauren picks up spoon with oatmeal on it and shoves it in Griff's mouth.*
Petro: *Margarite begins signing* "She says I talk much and say nothing. Wait. No! I say much good today. Ha! Your woman spoon feeds you like big baby!"
Griff:*tries to talk, but his mouth is stuffed.Lauren:"He is a big baby. My big baby. "*Lauren pats his cheek as he chews.* "Have you been good today? Jean is shaking her head. Why is she doing that? *Griff shrugs and blushes*
Petro:"I knew he was big baby. And yes, I have been good. Do not look at me with evil eyes. Ask Vicki. *Margarite turns around to look at Vicki who shakes her head*
Lauren: "What are you eating, Griff? Is that oatmeal?" *Footballer nods.*" What did you put on it?"
Griff: "Maple syrup, brown sugar, fruit butter, and it's still...yucky."
Lauren: *laughs*Petro got you to eat oatmeal? That's a feat. No bacon and eggs?"*Griff wipes chin* "Bring on the real man food. I've had enough of that baby mush. Pussy food."
Lauren:"Did you say pussy?" *stares hard at Griff*
Griff:"Oops. Sorry."*Margarite`s eyebrows rise*
Petro:"He did well considering how he whimpered like toddler before food come. I too have tried the American breakfast. It is not bad. Not as good as Olaf`s kasha, but not bad."*Margarite begins to sign. Petro nods*“She says we are losing time. No. Making time short. No.Short on time! Ha! I am good with the English."
Griff: "Yeah, about as good as your judgment on breakfast food." *laughs*
Petro:" You will laugh out other side of face when that kasha kicks in. Your woman will wonder where mealy little football man went when she finds herself under a wild bear. Ouch! Why do you pinch me? *looks at Margarite who is gesticulating madly* "Ah. She says I am making big talk with no brains. Ha! Wait . . ."
Griff:" I'm already a wild stallion. A lion in the bedroom! If I get any wilder, she'll need a whip to tame me. Hmm. Interesting idea. Or maybe I could try it out on hockey players?"
Petro: "A horse ass perhaps."*Looks down at Margarite tapping his thick arm* "Yes, beloved. We are both horse asses? No, you did not read my lips good."*Margarite throws her hands into the air*
Griff: "I guess she'll do the whipping. Whipping you into shape that is!" *chuckles as Lauren stands up and points to watch.* "Guess that means I have to go. Some of us have winning records to defend. Time for practice."
Petro:"Ballet practice? "*snickers*
Griff:M"y thighs are too muscular for tights. Perhaps you'd like a tutu in blue?"
Petro: "Your thighs are like little girl thighs. Why do you pinch me so?"*Margarite tugs on his arm*
Petro: "Oh, yes, it is time to go. Griff must get his tutu and slippers."
Griff: "So you know about little girl thighs? I only sleep with women, not little girls.*Lauren glares at Griff.*
Petro: "No, you do not get joke. Russian humor is not good in English. I mean you have legs like skinny girl. Now hockey players have real man legs. Yes, stop pulling on me. I know it is time to go. "*Stands and extends hand to Griff*"Spasibo."
Griff: *Shakes hand* "Balls to the wall, Petro."
Petro: "Yes, balls to the wall, Griffin Montgomery. When I think of you, I shall always think of chicken ass."*walks off chuckling with arm draped over Margarite`s shoulder*
Griff: "Mush man."*Laces fingers with Lauren and heads for the parking lot.*
Vicki: *Vicki looks at Jean over cup of decaf* Well that went better than I expected. No blood was shed so that`s always a plus!"
Jean: "Yes, and they ate a good breakfast. No need to call 911 for police, riot squad or ambulance. Not bad." *lets out a breath.*
Vicki: " I bet the next time a Wildcat and King get together it will be over eggs and oatmeal!"*laughs*
Jean: "Maybe. Or perhaps they need to discuss dinner? Footballers love steak. What do hockey players eat?"
Vicki: "Dinner would be great! Maybe Buddy could join Veikko for a night of fine dining out at the Aho mansion. Oh, lots of high quality carbs, lean protein and tons of veggies. And if they have grandmothers named Olaf, porridge made from buckwheat."
Jean: *laughs heartily* "High class Veikko vs. lower-class Buddy would be a lot of fun!"
Vicki: "Sounds like a date!"
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TUESDAY TALES - WORD PROMPT "TWENTY"

Welcome! This week's prompt is "twenty". I'm continuing Maggie's Story. Don't forget to go back to Tuesday Tales for awesome stories! 
*************Maggie pulled the sheet up to cover her chest, then sat up, resting her elbows on  her knees. John smoothed his palm down her bare back. “What’s to become of us? We can’t carry on in their home. I guess we’ll have to sneak away now and then.”“We’re together every day, Sweetheart.”“Not really. You’re driving, I’m cleaning. You’re running errands, I’m cooking.”“Just like any husband and wife. Then we’ll have evening time together.”“Where? Where will we go? Your room or mine?”John chuckled. Maggie slapped his leg gently.“Stop. You know what I mean. Not for lovin’, just to talk. Watch TV. Like regular folk. We’re not regular folk. We’re servants.”She sighed.
“Maybe, if we shared a bedroom, they’d let us turn the other one into a sitting room?”“Fancy that!” She laughed. “I’m sure they’d find some use for that extra room.”“You don’t know The Roberts long. I’ve been with them for two years. They’re not like that. Besides. If they make it nice for us, we’ll stay.”Maggie turned to face John. “I’m not moving in with you, to live together in sin. Nope.” She shook her head.“Then marry me,” John cupped her cheek.   Maggie’s eyes watered as silence filled the room.“Oh come on. You wouldn’t've spent the night if you didn’t care for me. You’re not one of those easy girls.”John passed a tissue to her and Maggie wiped her eyes. “I’m not. But what if we have a child? Where will we live? We can’t stay there.”“We’ll save our money. And when junior comes along, we’ll have enough to get our own place.”“You want a child?”“With you, Maggie? Delightful. Heavenly.”She grinned. “You’re such a silly man. How could I marry someone so silly?”“How could you not?” Maggie lay back down, snuggling her head into his shoulder. John leaned over and kissed her neck. “Fancy a repeat?” He whispered. She nodded. Later, they toted egg sandwiches and coffee to the beach. It was eight o’clock in the morning. They had the shore to themselves. “How do you want to do it? Tell them or sneak off on our own?” He asked, offering her a sandwich.
“On our own. My mum'd say we don’t have a chance.”“Really?” He cocked an eyebrow. “You don’t know me.”“Are you a serial killer? Bank robber? Con woman?”She shook her head.“Good.”“How long d'you think it'll last?” She asked.“I wasn’t really thinking much beyond the first twenty. But I’d guess a good fifty years or so.”Maggie laughed. “Fifty. That’s all?”“Til death then. That do it?”
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MEET GRIFF MONTGOMERY - 20 QUESTIONS FAST INTERVIEW

Hey, Griff Montgomery, Quarterback, here. I'm being interviewed today. I hate interviews, but Coach Bass says I have to do them, so here I am. I made Sandy Powell, Sports Reporter for the Monroe Journal, promise to do the simplest interview possible. Here it is, world's fastest 20 question interview. Thanks for coming. Hope you've got my book and come to my games.
   1.      Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, or course. 
   2.     Airplane or train?      Train, I take too many planes.
   3.     Walking or driving?  Driving.
   4.     Red or Blue?              Blue, a boy color.     5.     Country or Rock?     Rock.
   6.     Dog or cat?                 Dog. Pug to be exact. 
   7.     Lemonade or Iced Tea?  Girly drinks. Beer for me.
   8.     Vodka or Whiskey?    Whiskey. Man's drink.
   9.     Mounds or Almond Joy? What are those? Are they dirty?
           Uh, if it's body parts, mounds, for sure. *laughs*
   10.   Action movies or Thrillers? Action.
   11.   Men – brunette or blond?    Brunette, like me.
   12.   Women – brunette, blonde or redhead? Lauren's a brunette.
   13.    Steak or lobster?  Steak - man food.
   14.    French fries or Salad? Are you kidding me? Fries, definitely.
   15.    Pistachios or Peanuts?  Peanuts.
   16.    Beer or Wine? Beer, of course.
   17.    Beach or Mountains? Both.
   18.    Oatmeal or scrambled eggs? Eggs. Oatmeal is for pussies.
   19.    Sausage or Bacon? Both.

   20.    Pretty or Witty? Both - that's Lauren. Sexy, too. *laughs*.
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He wanted a wife. She didn’t want to get married – ever.  Not exactly a match made in heaven. Ten years ago, Griff Montgomery, star quarterback of the Kings and womanizer, became a stand-in father for his widowed sister’s kids. After they moved away, Griff wanted his own family. But where does a “player” go to find his ideal mate? Having sworn off marriage forever, Lauren Farraday barely kept her life together after her divorce. With her career shaky and depression closing in, the last thing she needed was a courtroom battle with a sexy athlete. Wary of Griff’s reputation with women, and hiding a secret, Lauren holds on to her heart.  Can the quarterback handle the truth or will he walk away, like he has in the past?      

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    Mr. and Mrs. Roberts jetted off to Puerto Rico for a weekend, leaving Maggie and John in charge of little Penn. A rambunctious two-year-old, he required two to watch him. Maggie found herself falling into the role of parent with ease. John made a fun-loving dad, which surprised her.     As a reward for giving up their weekend, The Roberts gave them both two days off and the use of the car.    “Let’s drive to Montauk. It’s supposed to be beautiful there. Beach, ocean, and lobster. What say, Maggie, my girl? Are you game?”    “Separate rooms?”    "Of course,” he chuckled.     “You’re on.”    John loaded the luggage into the car. She had a  tearful parting with young Penn, who threw a tantrum as she left the house. John had to pull her away gently from the screaming child.     Once they hit the Long Island Expressway, Maggie began to relax. It wasn’t long before there was a traffic jam.     “How about lunch?” She said.    “Lunch?”    “I packed a hamper for us. The Missus said I could.”    “I am a bit peckish. What’ve you got in there?”    “Beautiful sandwiches –black forest ham, avocado, thin slice of tomato and the finest fresh red leaf lettuce.”    “Gads. Sounds mouth-watering.” John put the car in park while Maggie handed him half a sandwich.    “And raspberry iced tea, too.”    “Oh, the Americans are so ignorant about tea,” John bemoaned.    “You can say that again. But this is passable.”    “I’ll take your word for it.”    They reached the small motel just before dinnertime. John took Maggie to a clam shack by the sea.     “Tell me about your family,” she asked, dipping her clam in the melted butter.    “I’m one of ten.”    “Ten? I thought our family was big.”    “They don’t miss me, I’m sure.”    “But your mum?”
    “Mum was wonderful. But she died five years ago. My sister Agnes has taken over running the place.”             “Do ya like her?”    He made a face. “Never a favorite of mine.”    After dinner they walked hand in hand on the beach. Maggie hiked up her skirt and waded in the surf. John followed. A wave that didn’t look too strong, knocked into her, throwing her down on top of John. They laughed as the water soaked them completely.    She rolled over, her knees in the soft sand between his legs. He snaked his arm about her waist, while his hand cupped her head. Slowly he lowered her lips to his. On her elbows, Maggie sank down farther in the sand until she was lying, full weight on him.     “You’re lovely,” John murmured before capturing her mouth again.
    Maggie’s reserve melted in the warm, salty water. She kissed him with enthusiasm. He helped her up. They returned to the motel to change into dry clothes. Sharing a snifter of brandy with John in the moonlight by the ocean, Maggie’s heart opened to the man who treated her like the Queen of England. 
"A bit wasteful, payin' for two rooms, don't you think?" She asked, looking up into his eyes. 

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