A relationship is hard when your boyfriend is always on the road.

Happy together and miserable apart.

Will his busy career and her sassy mouth derail their relationship, or can he pull it back so they can live happily ever after?

Four full-length steamy sports romances featuring The Brat and the Brainiac, The Blonde and the Ballplayer, Marigold and the Manager, and Allison and the Outfielder.

The Brat and the Brainiac

A sassy, smart-mouthed college student takes on her guardian’s studious co-worker.  Sparks fly when they meet, but can love last between so different a pair?

The Blonde and the Ballplayer

Will true love win out when a commitment-shy sports reporter meets the ballplayer of her dreams?  Can she learn to trust her heart to him, or will their relationship crash and burn?

Marigold and the Manager

A beleaguered team manager meets a lively young miss half his age.  They decide they’re meant to be together, but trouble ensues when their families disagree.

Allison and the Outfielder

Find out what happens when a young outfielder plays fast and loose with his girlfriend due to a multi-million dollar contract that’s gone to his head.

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Excerpt

“Well? Go ahead, you wussy. You can’t do anything to me.”

To prove her wrong, I catch her wrist in my hand and drag her down across my lap.

“Wait…what are you doing?”  

“I’m doing what you told me to. I’m spanking your ass.”

“You can’t.”

“I can and I am.”

Pinning her down with my elbow between her shoulder blades and a hand on her hip, I smack her bottom hard. She yelps and starts trying to escape, but I’ve got a good grip on her.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“I told you. I’m spanking your ass.”

With that, I give her a few more swats over her dress. Her ass is nice and firm, and my heart’s pounding. I played around with spanking my girlfriend one time in college, but only half-heartedly. She wanted to role-play, and I felt stupid, but this—this is the kind of spanking I’d have given her if I’d truly been angry, like I am with Miranda. I keep spanking away, and she puts up a fight every time I land a swat, but not much of one. She yelps and squirms and pretends to try to get away, but she could easily slip my grasp if she really wanted to. The fact that she doesn’t tells me she’s secretly into this.

“I’m telling my uncle,” she sobs.

“Go for it.”

“You’re the meanest boyfriend ever.”

“Hey, you asked for this.”

She doesn’t say anything else and I reposition myself, pulling up her skirt. She has pink lace panties on, and I can see her skin peeking through, can see where she’s starting to get pink herself. I want to pull those panties down so badly, but these things have to be done properly, and she’s got to be spanked over them first.

I proceed to do just that, and she looks like she’s starting to get uncomfortable. She whimpers and moans, but I ignore her until she suddenly throws her hand back and tries to block me.

“Just for that, those panties are coming down,” I say. I expect some resistance when I pull them down, but she lifts up for me without my even asking.

“Good girl,” I tell her. “Now, I’m going to go fast and hard, but I want you to lie as still as you can.”

I grab her wrists and stretch her arms out in front of her, ordering her to stay like that. For some reason, this position makes her lower her head and cry. I ignore her tears and begin again, slapping her ass and making it bounce.

“Please,” she whispers.

“Just a little longer.”

I don’t really spank her any harder than before, but her reactions are real now. Her sobs grow more insistent, and I know I should stop, but I really don’t want to. For some reason I want to master her, just for a while, just to see how far she’ll let me go.