Writing Again! And a Sneak Peek

I'm writing again and I'm ever so happy! After a one year hiatus, words have been flowing through my fingers and onto what use to be a horrific blank page staring back at me. Not long ago I despised the tormenting flash of the always mocking cursor. I had lost myself by somehow letting self doubt and negativity creep in and take over my thoughts. Frequently I pulled up pieces of unfinished work, re-read them, made a few edits, only to close everything down and shove my laptop away for another month. Thankfully I pulled my computer out of it's black case over two weeks ago and I haven't looked back.

Below is a sneak peek of my current work in progress for a Beachwalk Press sports romance anthology.
Fingers crossed it will make the cut, and I'll have a new release out soon!
Enjoy!

  **This little snippet is unedited.**

Timing the Snap...an excerpt

“McKinney, Coach Bale wants to see you.”

Wade let out a tense breath, stared at the sweaty, number ninety-two jersey lying on the bench in front of him. He placed his cleats at the base of his locker, made sure the toes aligned perfectly then slipped on a dry, team logo shirt. “Yes, sir,” he replied, his mouth dry in spite of the gallon of water he’d swallowed since waking.

The last day of cuts made for the longest walk he’d ever taken as he trekked down the hallway to the head coach’s office. Wade was a sixth round draft pick for the Littleton Hawks a few months ago. He realized fast that professional football is a different world; a level of greatness he never imagined existed. In high school, his athletic ability made him a small time celebrity, and thanks to his talent and family support he received offers to play football from some of the most recognized universities in the nation. His sophomore and senior years put national championship titles under his belt and two rings in a locked safe at his parent’s house.

Wade made it through pro-team minicamp, stood out enough from all the other rookies and free agents to receive an invite for training camp; the real deal. Training camp, where football’s most elite gather with their teams to perform to the best of their ability, to secure placement on a fifty-three man roster. Proving himself worthy would mean benching another player, possibly getting a fan favorite cut from the team. That’s the life though, rough as it may be, and each athlete knows it.

He needed this. His entire life, for as long as he could remember, has been about football. His friends, his family, they all expected him to do great things, to be the best, to be the most feared defensive end in the league.

Wade stepped inside Mitch Bale’s office, the coach sat behind an impressive, polished, wooden desk with an enormous collection of football memorabilia and trophies displayed on the wall to wall shelves behind him. He shuffled some papers around, gestured for Wade to have a seat. The man gave no hint of what was to come, sending Wade’s stress level to the highest extremes.

Coach drummed the tips of his fingers on the desktop, mouth straight, eyes focused on Wade. “Choosing you to be part of the Hawks family was not a mistake. We had our eyes on you since you were a sophomore at CapeU.”

Bale paused so Wade nodded, kept a smile at bay even though he could tell the talk was a good one. The coach continued. “We knew getting you in this organization would enhance our defensive program. You were exactly what we needed to improve our weakened line.”

“Thank you, Coach.” He shifted in his seat, wished the man would get to the point, hopefully congratulations were in order.

Can't Let You Go

Falling for him was easy, but can she let him go?

After a year of travel, fun-loving pool shark Lynette Brooks has settled in Pineville to be near her cousin. She doesn't plan to be there long, and she doesn't expect fate to step in, sweeping her off her feet. But when she meets the serious cop, Ty Sellers, she sees a challenge and is determined to get to know him.

Ty is a no-nonsense, by-the-book lawman who keeps to himself. Living in a fog of misery is exactly what he deserves, and getting emotionally attached to someone is not an option…until he meets Lynette. She's spontaneous, reckless, and a gorgeous haphazard of a woman who threatens to break through his guarded walls and unsettles emotions he buried long ago.

The chemistry between them is undeniable, but the guilt Ty lives with every day causes him to push Lynette away. All she wants is him, but how much of his wavering can she take before letting go for good?

Content Warning: strong language and graphic sex

Excerpt

Lynette slipped her shoes off, rolled her jeans to her knees, and dipped her feet in the cool lake. A massive weeping willow loomed overhead, by the light of the night the cascading leaves looked like a flowing waterfall.

She stared at the tree for a moment then flashed Ty a smile. "Thanks for bringing me here."

He put the cooler down next to an iron framed chair with beige cushions and sat on the edge. "I called in a favor. No big deal."

"Sharon and Kyle are pretty great. I've been to their house, seen the tropical paradise backyard, but this… I had no idea it was so beautiful. No wonder Kayla asked to have her wedding here." She raised an eyebrow, gave him a teasing grin. "Have you decided yet if you're going?"

"Depends."

"Well, if you do go, be warned, there will be dancing." Lynette plucked her feet from the water and stood. She grabbed her phone from her front pocket and searched through her music. She'd never danced lakeside under moonlight, and didn't want to pass up the chance, or the opportunity to be in his arms again. "You might want to practice. After all, there's no better way to woo the ladies. What will your date think if you're not fully prepared to swing her around the dance floor as if you own it?"

"Are you saying I'm a bad dancer, Miss Brooks?"

"Nope. I'm seizing the moment." She hit play on her phone, and a slow melody filled the silence of the night air. "Dance with me."

"Here?" he asked, glancing around at their surroundings.

"Of course! Why not?" Lynette grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. The hint of a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. The gesture caused all kinds of crazy little birds to take flight in her chest. "What else are we gonna do? Sit here and drink beer until we both pass out?" She laughed once then stood firm, feigning a serious face. "Wait, you didn't bring me out here to the most romantic spot I've seen in forever for nothing, did you?"

"I thought you'd like it." A huge smile plastered his face.

Ty took her other hand, maneuvered her in a half twist so her back was to his chest, then spun her out to the extent of his arm and back in where they faced each other. His right hand landed on the small of her back and pulled her close. He chuckled and did some kind of waltz type step to the music. Placing his palm on her chest, he pushed until her back arched in a way she never knew it could. Slowly, Ty ran his hand down the length of her torso, leaving a trail of unbridled heat that sent every ounce of blood in her body gushing straight to her core. By the time he jerked her back up her entire body had become a trembling heap. When their eyes met, she nearly came apart and fell through the cracks of the wood decking.What the hell?

Lynette wrapped her arms around his neck to keep from sliding through his hold, and tried her damnedest to control her lungs. She swallowed hard to tamp down the shaking in her throat. It didn't work, and her words came out sounding weak, quavering. "Someone's showing off."

"Someone asked for it," he said, low and resolute.

                                          

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Sidda Lee Tate has spent most of her life creating stories. Writing and reading are two of her great loves. Romance and eroticism with an HEA are her favorites. Whether her words make readers cry or laugh or just downright hot, she is proud to take people on a journey with her characters.

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Hypnotized by Lacey Wolfe

Hypnotized

A new adult romance by Lacey Wolfe

Paisley 

I’m discovering who I am in this world. Venturing out on my own, away from my parents, and finding out what life is really all about. College isn’t as easy as I thought it would be, especially with my best friend Evan becoming someone I hardly recognize.

But then I met Gabe. He changed everything. My life will never be the same.

Gabe

I lived my life day to day, waiting for something great to happen. 

Then she walked into the coffee house, with her long legs and killer smile. I had to know her. Nothing was going to stop me. She hypnotized me from the moment I laid eyes on her.

And after the first kiss, my fate was sealed to Paisley.

Content Warning: This book is recommended for ages 17 and up. Adult situations, including sex, underage drinking, and drugs will be found within these pages.

Excerpt

As I walked down the sidewalk in the Georgia heat, I tried not to let what Kristy said bother me. I wasn’t attached to my parents. Not really. I had a good relationship with them. We didn’t fight much. The horror stories Kristy used to tell, though. Her mom and her did not get along. She spent most of her time with me because of the constant screaming. I wasn’t surprised she had no problem leaving the state and not looking back.

So maybe it was time to move out. I was eighteen, nineteen in a few months, after all. I guess it was time to do it, but I just wasn’t feeling that push. Maybe once classes started and the commute was too much.

Next to the entrance of the coffee shop was a bike. Not a bicycle; a big motorcycle. I rolled my eyes at the pretty piece of machinery. How could someone be so inconsiderate to park there? It wasn’t a parking spot. Some people had no common sense, or even cared about how rude they were. Hopefully, some cop would ride by and give this jerk a ticket.

The dimly lit shop threw me as I stepped inside, the only lights by the register. The walls were painted a deep blue, and it was cool, almost to the point my skin bubbled up with goose bumps.

Note to self: Don’t come here to study without a flashlight and sweatshirt.

The various drink offerings were written in neon chalk on a giant chalkboard by the register. I had to admit, it looked kind of cool. The café had a laid back air to it and would probably be a great place to hang out with friends.

As I stared at the board, I got the feeling someone was watching me. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed him in the back corner. He was definitely staring at me.

I tried to look away, but I was drawn to him. He sat there, leaning back in the chair, as he took a drink from his cup, still gazing at me. Then I noticed the helmet on the table. There was no way that guy had the motorcycle out front. He wore a pink button-down shirt and dark jeans that appeared to be pressed.

“Can I help you?”

I spun and saw a young woman behind the counter. “Uh, yeah. Sorry.”

“Didn’t mean to scare you.” She smiled as she twirled her long, brown locks.

I didn’t mean to stare at that guy for so long. It was like he’d hypnotized me. “I’ll take a tall iced mocha.”

The girl picked up a cup and with sharpie in hand asked, “Name?”

“Paisley.”

After I dug out the exact change—yes, I’m one of those people—I stepped back to wait. Every nerve in my body told me he still watched me, but I wouldn’t look at him. Absolutely not. Okay, one glance won’t hurt.

Damn. He was hot. He kept his dark hair short, but long enough that if I kissed him, my fingers could tangle in his hair.

Kiss him? I would not be doing that.

“Paisley,” the lady behind the counter called.

I turned my attention from the strikingly sexy guy back to the barista and thanked her as I took my cup. I needed to get out of here. Keeping my focus on the door, and away from the hot guy, I made a beeline for the door. Before I could make my escape, he reached out and touched me, stopping me in my tracks. Wow, I hadn’t realized his table was so close to the door.

“Hey.” He grinned, oh so sexily.

Taking a deep breath I said, “Hi.”

“I’ve never seen you in here before.”

If I’d known this place was full of hotties, I’d have been here more. “First time.” I took a sip of my drink.

“I hope it’s been a good experience. Perhaps I’ll see you again.” He tapped his fingers on the table, never blinking.

“Maybe.”

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About Lacey Wolfe

Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.

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