Jessa Landers has a crush on her teens' swim coach but is
hoping no one notices. On her own following her husband's death three years
ago, she's managing her life and enjoys her freedom--except for those long,
lonely evenings when she craves the company of an attentive man.
Coach Rick Grant loves his job as high school teacher and
volunteer swim coach. But being surrounded by other people's families has him yearning
for a romantic connection of his own. His attraction to Jessa has grown with
each swim match, and he's finally ready to make his move.
Rick is spontaneous, energetic, and years younger. When he
declares his obvious romantic interest, his take-charge attitude pushes the
boundaries of Jessa's controlled world. Will she protect the balance of her
family life, or take a second chance on love?
Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 46
Word Count: 10787
978-1-61217-834-9 Digital
Excerpt:
As if pulled by an invisible thread, my gaze went to the
tall, fit man with the ever-present clipboard in one hand and a stopwatch in
the other. Normally, an adult wearing tropical-print board shorts and a faded
T-shirt appeared to cling with desperation to his youth. Instead, Rick Grant
wore the attire as a soldier would a medal of honor—like he’d earned the right
to promote a decade earlier Hawaiian surfing competition.
Maybe he had. The image of his tan, lean body balancing on
top of a surfboard flittered through my mind. I pictured him, thinner but still
muscular, body sparkling with water droplets, wavy hair streaked with blonde
highlights, outlined against a cerulean blue sky. Wonder if he wore a goatee
back then? But who was I kidding? This guy was several years younger than I. A
heartfelt sigh escaped.
Christy stopped in her ascent up the metal bleachers,
glanced over her shoulder, and cocked her head. “You okay?”
Caught. I whirled toward the tiered viewing area and set a
foot on the lowest step. “I’m fine. Where do you want to sit?” Heat burned my
cheeks. I held my long hair away from my face and ducked my head, pretending
the need to focus on placing my wedge sandals on each step. I didn’t want the
other mothers to learn about my pathetic infatuation with the swim coach.
An infatuation I kept telling myself was wrong. Didn’t I
have enough to do between my paralegal job, keeping up the house, managing the
kids’ activities, and arranging visits with their grandparents? How could I
possibly add dating to this hectic lifestyle?
Even if by some wild chance the man in question were to show
interest…
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