Sneak Peek Sunday

LINK to other participating authors. Sneak Peek Sunday is where authors post 6 paragraphs of one of their books, or a work in progress. Today I'm posting from Cupid's Arrow, my bestseller debut novel from Whiskey Creek Press. It's a contemporary romance under Debbie Wallace. Enjoy!


Mike was getting a drink from the water cooler locatedat the far end of the dugout when someone let out a lowwolf whistle, drawing his immediate attention. He glancedup in time to see Emma making sure the buttons to her shirtwere done up, a gesture he was sure she wasn’t aware ofdoing. His gaze then shot to Pete, a fellow teammate andthe culprit behind the whistle. There was no doubt it hadbeen meant for Emma. He looked as happy as a kid runningafter an ice cream truck, his eyes dancing with harmlessadmiration as he nodded at Mike in her direction.
Pete liked women in general so his lusty expressionwasn’t to be taken seriously. Still, Mike didn’t like theimplication behind it. His gaze returned to Emma, movingover her lazily. He smiled when he saw her tug her shortsdown at the back of her thighs. It was obvious she wasuncomfortable as hell. She shouldn’t be; she had a nice bodyand very nice legs. It was while his eyes were taking aleisurely stroll back up to her face that Troy’s greetingfinally registered, causing his eyes to narrow on her.
Mom?
His ears must be full of wax. That morning in herhouse he thought she’d looked around thirty but the wayshe was dressed now didn’t make her look old enough to bethe mom of anyone over five. Furthermore, Mike knew fora fact she wasn’t Troy’s mom, which meant she had to beAmanda’s. He didn’t believe it. If she was over thirty he’deat his hat. He looked long and hard at her face, seeingnothing that proved she could be the mother of a twenty-year-old. Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny the strongresemblance between her and Amanda.
Suddenly Emma looked directly at him and his mouthwent dry, his pulse jumping erratically. The impact of thosedark, smoky eyes went right through him, catching himunaware and sending his senses scrambling into overdrive.Making him think about that morning in her house a weekago, when they’d looked at him with such soft appeal. Hecould still remember the disappointment he’d felt when hegot back to the station later that day to discover her storyhad checked out. He’d wanted an excuse to return to herhouse.
He took note of her high cheekbones and the generousfullness of a mouth that made him slightly hungry. Adelicately sculptured nose and softly rounded chin he’dnoticed the other day but hadn’t taken the time to trulyappreciate because of the situation, and lack of time.Scrubbed free of makeup, she had the fresh, healthyappearance of any Dove soap commercial model he’d seenon TV. Strands of soft curling hair escaped the confines of
her loose ponytail, gently blowing against the slim column
of her neck.