Party Crashing Contest

Posted on July 16th, 2009 in Uncategorized by kimber

I’m helping to celebrate Leah Braemel’s birthday over at
http://leahbraemel.blogspot.com/

Share your party crashing stories to win.
Oh, and if you already have the prizes,
let me know
and I’ll sub in a couple great romance eBooks I’ve recently read!
(That holds true for ALL my contests,
if you have the prize, let me know and I’ll sub)

Party, party, party!

The Rookie (Part 3 of 5)

Posted on July 15th, 2009 in Short Stories by kimber

“Boyer, don’t just stand there, damn it! Are you stupid?!” the so-called team captain yelled at his sweet Beth.

As though it was her fault she had no one covering her. The ass put all his weakest players in one clump in the outfield, creating a hole the size of the Grand Canyon. Then he screamed at them when they didn’t catch line drives professionals would flub.

The verbal abuse continued. Mike’s grip tightened on the three bats he was swinging, limbering up. He was tempted to use one on the captain. The wooden one. His thick head would dent the metal bats.

He dropped two of the bats, striding up to the plate. The hole was the obvious place to put the ball. But that would mean Beth getting more profanities dumped on her cute head. And his homer wouldn’t make much of a difference to the score.

His team would lose. They were all exhausted from too many late nights. He had thought about canceling.

Now he was glad he didn’t.  Some of the men, himself included, needed the physical release. And he had met Beth.

Although she clearly disliked baseball, was adorably afraid of the ball, he liked how she didn’t let her team down, offering to play, facing her fear. He liked how she had enough self confidence to ignore the ass right now yelling at her. He liked the way she cheered for everyone, no matter what team they were on.

He liked how she cheered for him.

The pitcher must have been tired, releasing a lazy lob over the plate. He made a solid connection.  The ball sailed over the fence. Mike laughed as he jogged around the bases. Winning the State Championship was nothing compared to how he felt now, with Beth doing a crazy sort of victory dance for him in the outfield.

Roger Federer And White Suits

Posted on July 13th, 2009 in Men In Suits by kimber

Roger Federer

Summer is the time for white suits.
It takes a certain daring
(and a very fit body)
to wear all white.
It is certainly not slimming.

‘Course if you win Wimbledon
as Roger Federer did,
you earn the right to be daring.

Photo Taken By CharlesFred
(See Link For Copyright Information)

The Rookie (Part 2 of 5)

Posted on July 8th, 2009 in Short Stories by kimber

“Boyer, you’re up.”

Again? Beth cringed. She had to face the ball of death again?

“Don’t strand your runners, Boyer.” Brent’s cryptic advice was paired with a heavy slap on her rear end. She glared back at him as she trudged up to the plate.

“Hi there, sweetheart.” The giant man held out the bat. She took it with a small smile. “You remember what to do?”

Survive through three crazy fast pitches? “I’ve been told not to strand my runners.” She scrunched up her nose. She didn’t know what that meant but it couldn’t be good.

He frowned also, increasing her trepidation. “Excuse me for saying so, but whoever told you that is an idiot.” She didn’t mind him saying so. Brent WAS an idiot. “You did your job by showing up and giving your team a chance. It is their job to drive their runners home.”

“Mike, we gonna play? Today?” the pitcher yelled.

“Just giving you time to recover, old man,” Mike, his name was Mike, yelled back to his not so much older teammate.

“I’m sorry.  I got you in trouble.” Beth’s face heated up. Everyone must think her the idiot for needing the extra help.

He grinned like he didn’t care.  “Don’t mind him. He’s testy because we’re losing.”  A pause.  “And because we pulled an all nighter on a project last night. The lack of sleep isn’t helping.” Big shoulders shrugged. “Now what you could do,” he tilted his head, “is bunt. That’s when you don’t swing all the way,” He put his arms around her again, “but stop your bat right here.” He showed her. “Think you can do that?”

She gulped. “I can try.”

“That’s one of the things I like about you, sweetheart. You’re up for anything.” He winked and stepped back. “Play!” he yelled.