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Author: Jami Davenport, Marie Tuhart, Sandra Sookoo
“Thank you.”
“Thank you .”
Then he was gone. Gone from her life forever, but not from her memories. Memories of him would fuel a million lonely nights. She’d never forget her one-night stand with a football star and legendary lover.
With a laugh, she stared at the door. Her body tingled, still re play ing the sensations of Drake’s body against hers. Callie smiled and touched her cheek where his rough stubble had left a whisker burn.
She could tick a one-night stand off her bucket list. Perhaps, next time she would stalk a hockey player. She’d heard plenty about their stiff sticks.
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About Jami Davenport
Jami Davenport has been writing since she was old enough to know the alphabet. An advocate of happy endings, Jami writes sexy romantic comedy, sports hero romances, and equestrian fiction. Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her husband, a former Green Beret turned plumber, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare.
She works in IT for her day job and is a former high school business teacher. In her spare time, Jami rides and shows her dressage horse and grows roses. An avid boater, Jami has spent countless hours in the San Juan Islands, the setting for her first two books. In her opinion, it is the most beautiful place on earth.
Website: http://www.jamidavenport.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jamidavenport
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/jamidavenport
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Hole in One
by Sandra Sookoo
You are cordially invited!
What—Hunter Anderson’s Annual Strip Tease Golf Party
When—October 5 th , 8:00 p.m.
Where—Dead Man’s Hollow Golf Course at the Anderson compound
You guys know the rules, but just in case you’ve suffered memory loss since last year, here they are:
If you get a hole in one, everyone in the party has to remove one item of clothing.
If you hit your ball into a water hazard, you have to take a punishment from your team mate
If you fail to complete the hole within four strokes, you lose a piece of clothing.
If you bump your teammate's ball, you have to share a kiss with your teammate—tongue required.
If your ball hops the course or you lose the ball while trying to complete a hole, your teammate chooses your punishment.
Two infractions in two consecutive holes wins you a ten minute penalty in the shed of shame—punishment chosen from a random member of the party. Hookups are acceptable and pictures are encouraged.
Whoever ends up naked after nine holes has to buy the entire party dinner.
Whoever is still dressed at the end of nine holes buys a round of drinks for the entire party.
There you have it, folks. Guys, make sure you wear new boxer shorts or jockeys—no tightie whities at this bash—and ladies, bring the sexy lingerie. Grannie panties not accepted.
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“Geez, Trina, I’m here, all right? I’ll meet you in two minutes.” Nisha Patel hung up on her best friend then slid her phone into a front pocket of her denim skirt. She and Trina had been friends since the day in sixth grade when they’d both be en traumatized by wearing the school-issued green-and-white gym suits for P.E.
She put on a baseball cap and pulled her thick, black hair through the plastic adjustor. Not only would it keep the evening sun out of her eyes, but in case she had to start stripping right away, it would give her bonus time. She checked her make-up in the rearview mirror then reapplied a deep, rose gloss to her full lips. After tossing the tube into the glove box, she lightly covered her eyelids with a wash of gold shadow. Matching gold flecks swam in the brown depths of her eyes. She’d always considered her eyes her best feature. Thank goodness for her Indian genes. Depositing the shadow with the gloss, she closed the glove
“Thank you .”
Then he was gone. Gone from her life forever, but not from her memories. Memories of him would fuel a million lonely nights. She’d never forget her one-night stand with a football star and legendary lover.
With a laugh, she stared at the door. Her body tingled, still re play ing the sensations of Drake’s body against hers. Callie smiled and touched her cheek where his rough stubble had left a whisker burn.
She could tick a one-night stand off her bucket list. Perhaps, next time she would stalk a hockey player. She’d heard plenty about their stiff sticks.
** * *
About Jami Davenport
Jami Davenport has been writing since she was old enough to know the alphabet. An advocate of happy endings, Jami writes sexy romantic comedy, sports hero romances, and equestrian fiction. Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her husband, a former Green Beret turned plumber, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare.
She works in IT for her day job and is a former high school business teacher. In her spare time, Jami rides and shows her dressage horse and grows roses. An avid boater, Jami has spent countless hours in the San Juan Islands, the setting for her first two books. In her opinion, it is the most beautiful place on earth.
Website: http://www.jamidavenport.com/
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/jamidavenport
Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/jamidavenport
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Hole in One
by Sandra Sookoo
You are cordially invited!
What—Hunter Anderson’s Annual Strip Tease Golf Party
When—October 5 th , 8:00 p.m.
Where—Dead Man’s Hollow Golf Course at the Anderson compound
You guys know the rules, but just in case you’ve suffered memory loss since last year, here they are:
If you get a hole in one, everyone in the party has to remove one item of clothing.
If you hit your ball into a water hazard, you have to take a punishment from your team mate
If you fail to complete the hole within four strokes, you lose a piece of clothing.
If you bump your teammate's ball, you have to share a kiss with your teammate—tongue required.
If your ball hops the course or you lose the ball while trying to complete a hole, your teammate chooses your punishment.
Two infractions in two consecutive holes wins you a ten minute penalty in the shed of shame—punishment chosen from a random member of the party. Hookups are acceptable and pictures are encouraged.
Whoever ends up naked after nine holes has to buy the entire party dinner.
Whoever is still dressed at the end of nine holes buys a round of drinks for the entire party.
There you have it, folks. Guys, make sure you wear new boxer shorts or jockeys—no tightie whities at this bash—and ladies, bring the sexy lingerie. Grannie panties not accepted.
****
“Geez, Trina, I’m here, all right? I’ll meet you in two minutes.” Nisha Patel hung up on her best friend then slid her phone into a front pocket of her denim skirt. She and Trina had been friends since the day in sixth grade when they’d both be en traumatized by wearing the school-issued green-and-white gym suits for P.E.
She put on a baseball cap and pulled her thick, black hair through the plastic adjustor. Not only would it keep the evening sun out of her eyes, but in case she had to start stripping right away, it would give her bonus time. She checked her make-up in the rearview mirror then reapplied a deep, rose gloss to her full lips. After tossing the tube into the glove box, she lightly covered her eyelids with a wash of gold shadow. Matching gold flecks swam in the brown depths of her eyes. She’d always considered her eyes her best feature. Thank goodness for her Indian genes. Depositing the shadow with the gloss, she closed the glove
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