Happy Saturday! I don’t know about where you are, but here where I am it’s chilly outside and overcast and they’re saying we’re gonna get rain today and tomorrow. I’m good with that. For anyone that pays attention to me, y’all know my plans are to write…grins.


So, let’s get on with it. Springtime is the theme for today and spring seem short-lived around here. Everything has been blooming and the trees are starting to loose those pretty colorful blooms and turn to bring green leaves. I love spring. It’s bright and full of color. The temps are generally mild and gives me a feeling of anticipation. Maybe that’s why I’m itching so to write this new novella. Could be the subject content though…

I have a lot of winter in my books, some autumn, even a little summer. I don’t have much with springtime… I think I need to change that…

A lot of people associate spring with pitchers and catchers… I know in my house, that’s how you know spring has arrived for my son and husband. For me, it’s The Master’s. I don’t have golf yet in my book repertoire…so we’ll go with Arrested Holiday and a little springtime teasing.


Holli pulled into the drive of the old Victorian. Flowers bloomed in flower boxes and gardens everywhere. The river sparkled in the midafternoon sunshine, and the light breeze was perfect.

The whole day was perfect. Wonderful for a ball game. Even if it included the Phillies, she thought sourly.

She parked beside the well-remembered patrol car and got out. He was home. Thank God. If they were going to make it to Philadelphia in time for the first pitch, they’d need to leave relatively soon. She just hoped he hadn’t made other plans.

Leaning back inside, she picked up the box from the passenger seat and then closed the door. She took a deep breath and started walking.


She turned and found him standing on the far side of his car. Officer Hunky. God, she’d missed him. She knew she had, but hadn’t realized how much until this very moment.


They’d kept in touch. E-mails, text messages, phone calls. Promises had never been made, but she knew she was falling in love with him and being away from him was killing her. She missed his touch, his smell, his taste. Even though they talked in some form every day, she missed him.

He didn’t move, so she did. She laid the box on the trunk and went to stand in front of him. For a few tense minutes, she simply drank in the sight of him. Old T-shirt, old faded jeans with holes in the knees and a ripped front pocket, old, ratty sneakers, sunglasses, and that scruff that gave him a really naughty countenance.

“What are you doing here?”

“Surprise?” she offered timidly.

His face broke into a grin. “I’ll say.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard, then kissed her long. Oh yeah, she’d missed that taste, that feel, that hard cock pressing against her. All too soon, he lifted his head. “Wow, I… Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“I wanted to surprise you. I’ve been talking to your captain, and he helped me arrange things so you’d be off duty this weekend.”

“You succeeded. I was wondering why he kept insisting I needed a weekend off. Now I know. What’s in the box back there?”

“A present for you.”

“What is it?”

“A shirt and a cap.”

“You brought me something to wear?”

He looked a little skeptical, and she winked, smiling slyly. “I did, and we’ll need to leave soon if we’re going to make it, but…”

“Where are we going?”

“Ball game. Phillies and Braves. Game starts at eight, and I had planned for us to get on the road soon so we’d make it in time for the first pitch…”


She looked at the car, then back to him. “I don’t think we’re going to make it by then.”

“Why not?”

By way of answering, Holli glanced around quickly, then grabbed the hem of her Braves shirt and pulled it off. “I’ve been thinking for months about sex in your cop car.”


She unsnapped and unzipped her jeans before backing herself into the backseat of the car. She slid in as she toed off her tennis shoes. “I suppose public nudity is against the law, Officer Hunky?”

“Very much so, Ms. James.”

“Hmm… So you’re saying I need to be covered up?” She pushed her jeans and panties down over her hips and legs until she could kick them off out the door.

“Yes. I am. You know I can’t have you going around without your clothes on.”

“Well, what if I had other covering?”

He tossed the rag in his hand onto the roof of the car and popped the buttons on his own jeans. “I suppose that might work. But we’ll have to come up with something quickly because” — he waved a hand in her direction — “this is just unacceptable.”

“I’m not totally naked. I do still have socks and a bra on.”

End snippet.

Don’t forget to check out the following authors and their springtime snippets…

Emma Petersen
Mari Carr
McKenna Jeffries
Taige Crenshaw
Lauren Dane
T.J. Michaels


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