Did you get your F*R*E*E Story?
I’m getting great feedback on Hart and Bailey’s love story – a parallel plot line I pulled from “The Three Pointer” (the last novella in the “Love of the Game” box set). I’d love you to have it and you get it for free when you subscribe to Always the Good Girl.
ABOUT THE STORY
Bailey has loved her best friend’s older brother for years but he looks at her as another little sister. She pulls back, determined not to make a fool of herself anymore…but she can’t turn off her love for him.
Sometimes, it’s all about timing, maturity, and a great salsa.
If you didn’t get it, does that mean you aren’t subscribed to my website? I guess that’s one way to go. You could also be one of those people who only subscribes long enough to get something for free then unsubscribes…that’s another option.
I don’t always advertise what I’m posting so if you only sign up to get something – you’re going to miss a lot of great content. Totally up to you.
In the meantime, for those of you who read “Hart of the Matter” – I hope you enjoyed it and that you’re going to pick up the box set so you can read Harley’s full story.
Right now, read below for a quick excerpt!
Bailey Verreos knew she was a fool. That’s what really chapped her ass.
At eighteen, she was far different from her best friend Harley. Bailey might be the girly one on the outside but she was hard as nails on the inside.
Unless Hartman Jamison was involved…then she was a fucking warm puddle of goo.
It was disgusting honestly. She made herself want to puke. For years, she’d been in love with Harley’s brother and Hart didn’t know she existed unless he needed something.
Trifling ass piece of…
She was so done with this life.
Thinking back to the moment she’d fallen completely in love with her best friend’s brother, it was as clear in her mind as if it had happened yesterday.
Bailey had been fourteen years old, a freshman in high school, and was already built like a porn star. It was not a positive thing around teenage boys marinating in testosterone and ignorance.
Coming out of the girls’ locker room after cheer practice, the school was pretty much abandoned. She’d spent time searching for her house keys and was late meeting Harley for their ride home with Hart. Finding them under the bench where she must have kicked them, she was in a rush to make it out front.
She didn’t immediately notice the two young men standing outside. When she did, she nodded with a ‘hey’ and kept going. They weren’t familiar.
They fell into step beside her and started flirting. Internally rolling her eyes, but experienced in dealing with the fragile egos of boys their age, she was polite but reserved.
“You should come hang out with us. My friend really likes you,” the taller one said.
“I can’t. I have two hours of homework to finish. Thanks though.”
The shorter of the two frowned at her. “You too good to hang out with us? We’re nice guys. Not athletes like those guys we see you with all the time but good enough for you.”
“I bet you’re giving it up for all three of those guys, huh?” The tall one reached out to touch her hair and she flinched away. “You’re too hot not to be.”
It wasn’t the first time such assumptions had been made about her and it wouldn’t be the last. So much for being polite.
“You don’t know me, you certainly don’t know them, and you need to get the fuck away from me before I lose my temper.”
One of them grabbed the strap of her backpack, yanking that side of her body to the side.
“I don’t think you’re being very friendly.”
Then the tall one tried to kiss her and she slapped him as hard as she could. The other one grabbed her ponytail and wrapped it around his fist. Opening her mouth to scream, a sweaty hand clamped over her mouth. She was shoved against the wall in the empty hallway as they groped her roughly.
Bailey tried to bring her knee up but one of them stepped on her sneakered foot.
Suddenly, one found himself in a headlock, yanked violently away from her and the other’s hair was gripped hard in Hart’s fist. Bigger by several inches and in peak physical condition, he held the boys easily.
“You alright?” Hart asked her gently. She’d never seen such a look on his face before. She nodded but silent tears slid down her cheeks. “You’re not alright at all.”
He slammed the one he had by the hair face-first into the painted concrete wall. There was a sickening crunch and his nose gushed blood. The other, he turned. Delivering three precise gut-shots, the boy fell beside his friend holding his midsection.
Both of them were crying as he crouched beside them.
“This is my sister’s best friend in the entire world. Her name is Bailey and my name is Hart Jamison. It’s important you remember. If you ever so much as whisper her name or look in her direction, me and my two friends are going to make you wish you were dead.” He slapped their cheeks lightly. “Do I make myself clear?”
They nodded with a moan.
Standing, he grabbed Bailey’s bag, wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and guided her away. When they were outside but still out of sight of his car where Harley waited, he brought her to a stop. Facing her, she was unable to meet his eyes.
Without a word, he gathered her close and held her tight, his palm cupping the back of her skull. “I’m sorry, Bailey. I’m so sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”
He let her cry and it would be years before she’d ever do such a thing in front of him again. She listened to the sound of his heart and he murmured soothing little things to her until she took a deep breath. From his back pocket, he held up the brand-new basketball jersey they’d been issued at practice. Taking his time, he wiped her face carefully and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
It was the first time she truly saw Hart as a man. As someone capable of not only protecting her, but drying her tears. She’d loved him every single moment since.
He asked her if she wanted to call the police and she shook her head. There was no way she was putting herself or her family through something like that.
“I…I just want to forget it happened.” Glancing up into green eyes that would forever captivate her, she whispered, “Don’t tell Harley.”
With a small frown, he asked, “Why?”
“She worries about me. I’m not very strong physically and I have a big mouth.”
His smile happened slowly and she didn’t realize she was holding her breath until she needed air. “Bailey. You have a beautiful mouth.” Seeming to realize what he’d said, he quickly added, “You know, for a smart ass who’s like my little sister.”
Yeah, a little sister.
Bumping her with his shoulder, he led her to the car and she settled in the backseat. When asked why her face looked splotchy, she told Harley she fell and sprained her wrist. Slapping her attacker had hurt her more than it hurt him.
“I’ll throw ice on it at your place.”
Nodding, Harley launched into their usual topic of what they planned to eat the second they could get to her kitchen. She did her best to participate but she was still shaking on the inside.
They took her with them to the Jamison house. It was where she spent the majority of her time anyway. She even had her own room next door to Harley.
As the car turned into the neighborhood, she glanced up and caught Hart staring at her in the rearview mirror.
Over the last four years, he’d never mentioned that day to anyone as far as she knew and they’d never spoken of it again. The boys who attacked her kept a low profile and gave Bailey a wide berth. She watched them and she knew Hart did as well. When they graduated the same year as the guys and moved away, she breathed a sigh of relief.
That day changed her life in so many ways.
If you love “Hart of the Matter” then read the rest of the stories in the “Love of the Game – The Complete Collection” – available on Amazon and in print through my shopping cart.
If sports romance are your thing…I also have an exclusive story through my shopping cart called “Leap of Faith” – a football romance.