First and Ten
Part 1: Meet the QB
An e-book series by Emily Embree
Edited by Laura Kingsley
copyrighted 2013
all rights reserved...
Published by Prehysteria Imprints...
Disclaimer (the usual spiel we have to give.): This e-book is a work of
fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is merely coincidental.
We own all the important rights. This is for your enjoyment only. If you
try to copy or share this e-book, you will be sacked by a a 300 pound
lineman and have to be pried out of the grassy field with a shovel.
Author's note:
Hey Ladies! First and Ten is an Erotic/Romance serial novel that will
be published in concurrent sections during the NFL Football season.
While your man sits on the couch watching the games, you can entertain
yourself with these. Let's face it—men in tight football pants are hot!
After the initial first four parts are published in August for Training Camp,
each new section will come out every two weeks during the season.
--Emily Embree
I am a huge football fan and am out of my mind crazy—rooting for the
Miami Dolphins. Now on to the good stuff...
Part 1: meet the QB
“Come on in and have seat,” Jerry Gershwin—the Jerry Gershwin—
owner of the Pro football team, the Miami Sharks—gestured to a seat in
his office. He lived up to his title with a no-nonsense face punctuated with
flaming white hair and dressed in an expensive suit. My eyes didn't miss
he hadn't even loosened his tie a fraction of inch in the confines of his
office.
Nervously, I tried to smooth the nonexistent wrinkles of my tan—no
nonsense, mid thigh length skirt—as I sat into the leather chair he pointed
to. As recent graduate of Miami U, I had just hung my psych degree in the
shabby, rundown office—I couldn't afford until I managed to convince
some clients—that a wet behind the ears grad—could solve their marital
woes. I had just been worrying over how I was going to do exactly that
when Jerry called.
“I appreciate you meeting me here. This is a matter of somewhat,
delicate importance, and I didn't want word getting out to the press,” Jerry
began.
“It you hire me, confidentiality is assured unless you committed a
felony. That's part of the oath I signed upon receiving my license to
practice,” I bit my lip, mentally cursing myself—that was a blatant
admission of my woeful inexperience. Hoping to recover smoothly from
that gaff, I pressed my palms into my skirt. “How can I help, Mr Gershwin? What ever problems you're experiencing, I'm sure I can help.
Is this a marriage issue or...”
“Call me Jerry,” he waived me off with a bearish laugh. “I'm not
seeking your services for myself, but one of my players...”
“Oh?” I didn't know what to think of that. Did Pro Football team
owners hire counselors for players with relationship issues? Wasn't there
some sort of legal process I would have to undergo from the league? I had
to admit to myself, I was woefully lacking in football knowledge. It
wasn't exactly my favorite sport.
“Megan Kelley, as I'm sure you are aware, the Sharks haven't won a
championship for twenty years. We haven't had a winning season since I
bought the team, seven years ago. I finally hired a coach who can turn us
around. You may have heard of him. Bart Parmeal?”
Who hadn't?—I had about as much interest in football as I did in the
mating rituals of the Galapagos Tortoise, which is to say, about zero—but I
knew who Bart Parmeal was. His name seemed to make the headlines once a
week in football season. A five time Magnificent cup winner with three
different teams who had a reputation for being so difficult to work with,
he'd retire in the middle of a season if the owner tried to meddle in his
program. He had even quit after one owner drafted a wide receiver over
the linebacker he wanted. A real hothead as the rumor went. I hoped he
wasn't having family issues...
“Yes I have,” I smiled tightly.
“Then.
Part 1: Meet the QB
An e-book series by Emily Embree
Edited by Laura Kingsley
copyrighted 2013
all rights reserved...
Published by Prehysteria Imprints...
Disclaimer (the usual spiel we have to give.): This e-book is a work of
fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is merely coincidental.
We own all the important rights. This is for your enjoyment only. If you
try to copy or share this e-book, you will be sacked by a a 300 pound
lineman and have to be pried out of the grassy field with a shovel.
Author's note:
Hey Ladies! First and Ten is an Erotic/Romance serial novel that will
be published in concurrent sections during the NFL Football season.
While your man sits on the couch watching the games, you can entertain
yourself with these. Let's face it—men in tight football pants are hot!
After the initial first four parts are published in August for Training Camp,
each new section will come out every two weeks during the season.
--Emily Embree
I am a huge football fan and am out of my mind crazy—rooting for the
Miami Dolphins. Now on to the good stuff...
Part 1: meet the QB
“Come on in and have seat,” Jerry Gershwin—the Jerry Gershwin—
owner of the Pro football team, the Miami Sharks—gestured to a seat in
his office. He lived up to his title with a no-nonsense face punctuated with
flaming white hair and dressed in an expensive suit. My eyes didn't miss
he hadn't even loosened his tie a fraction of inch in the confines of his
office.
Nervously, I tried to smooth the nonexistent wrinkles of my tan—no
nonsense, mid thigh length skirt—as I sat into the leather chair he pointed
to. As recent graduate of Miami U, I had just hung my psych degree in the
shabby, rundown office—I couldn't afford until I managed to convince
some clients—that a wet behind the ears grad—could solve their marital
woes. I had just been worrying over how I was going to do exactly that
when Jerry called.
“I appreciate you meeting me here. This is a matter of somewhat,
delicate importance, and I didn't want word getting out to the press,” Jerry
began.
“It you hire me, confidentiality is assured unless you committed a
felony. That's part of the oath I signed upon receiving my license to
practice,” I bit my lip, mentally cursing myself—that was a blatant
admission of my woeful inexperience. Hoping to recover smoothly from
that gaff, I pressed my palms into my skirt. “How can I help, Mr Gershwin? What ever problems you're experiencing, I'm sure I can help.
Is this a marriage issue or...”
“Call me Jerry,” he waived me off with a bearish laugh. “I'm not
seeking your services for myself, but one of my players...”
“Oh?” I didn't know what to think of that. Did Pro Football team
owners hire counselors for players with relationship issues? Wasn't there
some sort of legal process I would have to undergo from the league? I had
to admit to myself, I was woefully lacking in football knowledge. It
wasn't exactly my favorite sport.
“Megan Kelley, as I'm sure you are aware, the Sharks haven't won a
championship for twenty years. We haven't had a winning season since I
bought the team, seven years ago. I finally hired a coach who can turn us
around. You may have heard of him. Bart Parmeal?”
Who hadn't?—I had about as much interest in football as I did in the
mating rituals of the Galapagos Tortoise, which is to say, about zero—but I
knew who Bart Parmeal was. His name seemed to make the headlines once a
week in football season. A five time Magnificent cup winner with three
different teams who had a reputation for being so difficult to work with,
he'd retire in the middle of a season if the owner tried to meddle in his
program. He had even quit after one owner drafted a wide receiver over
the linebacker he wanted. A real hothead as the rumor went. I hoped he
wasn't having family issues...
“Yes I have,” I smiled tightly.
“Then.
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