Grand Slam
by Tracie Delaney
Winning Ace #3
Publication Date: October 11, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Serial
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SYNOPSIS:
A destroyed career.
A bitter break-up.
After Tally’s perfect life implodes, she moves to Greece. There she finds a country overcome with refugees fleeing the crisis in the Middle East.
She vows to help and, in the process, begins to heal herself.
Shattered by his loss, Cash commits to months of therapy, determined to win back the love of his life. His struggles, though, are far from over.
When a shocking turn of events thrusts Tally back into Cash’s life a moment of joy brings a stranger into their lives.
Who is she? What does she want?
And will Tally and Cash ever find lasting happiness?
Grand Slam has the answers readers have been waiting for. Grab your copy today.
Excerpt:
“I have something for you.” He fumbled in his jacket pocket for the gift he’d bought when what he really wanted to give her was twitching away in his pants. He held out the small box he’d picked up at Tiffany’s.
“What is it?” Her hand closed around the box, and her eyes sparkled as her gaze flitted between him and the gift.
“Open it.” His chest tightened. God, he hoped she liked what he’d chosen.
Her fingers trembled as she unwrapped the bright-red bow. Gift paper fluttered to the floor, and she hesitated before opening the box, and then she gasped.
“Cash. Oh my God, they’re gorgeous.”
The platinum diamond drop earrings shone brightly, even in the dim light from the street lamps. She lifted one out of the box, holding it up to her ear. “Suit me?” she said with a grin.
He swallowed past an enormous lump that had lodged in his throat. “Their beauty is nothing compared to yours.”
Her smile fell, and she replaced the earring back in the box, closing it with a snap.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t accept them.”
“Why not?” He’d dithered over choosing those earrings for a whole fucking hour, and she was throwing them back in his face?
“They’re too much, Cash. They must have cost a fortune, and we don’t even know each other. I wouldn’t be comfortable accepting such an extravagant gift.”
Lost for words, he simply gaped at her. He’d never had a girl refuse a present before. Usually, they nearly broke his arm grabbing whatever was offered. His hands remained by his sides as she held out the box containing the earrings.
“Are you deliberately trying to hurt my feelings?”
She inhaled sharply. “No. Of course not.”
“Then take the earrings, Natalia. I bought them for you, and if you don’t want them, I swear I will walk to the nearest rubbish bin and toss them inside.”
Her gaze bounced from the earrings to him and back again. “But I don’t understand why you would buy them for me.”
His smile built slowly, and he grazed her cheek with the back of his hand. “Because I can.”
She opened the box again and stared at the earrings. Eventually, she lifted her eyes to his. “I have no idea when I will ever go anywhere nice enough to wear them.”
“How about the third of February?”
“What’s happening on the third of February?”
“I’m taking you to dinner.”
She blinked several times as a small smile played about her lips. “Are you asking me out?”
“I guess so,” he said, more surprised than he would ever let on to her. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d formally asked a woman out on a date. Actually, that wasn’t true. His memory was perfect—he’d just never done it. “So are we on?”
“Why the third of February?”
“Because the Australian Open final is on the first, and the third is the earliest I can get home and readjust to GMT.”
“You’re planning to win, then?”
“I rarely lose, baby.”
“Are you talking about tennis or life in general?”
He grinned. “I’ll leave that for you to work out.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Want to come in for a drink?”
“No. I don’t want to interrupt your evening with your family.”
A slow burn of a smile curved her lips upward. “Aren’t you at least going to wish me a Merry Christmas?”
Cash swallowed hard. Jesus, she was flirting with him. He took a step forward, and when she didn’t back up, he caught her hips and pulled her closer. Without a doubt, she’d be able to feel how hard his cock was, and it took all his willpower not to grind his pelvis against her. He bent his head, stopping just before their lips touched.
“Merry Christmas, Natalia.”
He pressed his mouth to hers, purposely keeping the kiss soft. He half expected her to change her mind and push him away, but she didn’t. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her fingers in his hair. Pulling her even closer, he moved his lips slowly, and when she let out a soft moan, he slipped his tongue inside and gently licked against hers. Doused with the same powerful urge he’d had at Rupe’s place—to take her, to brand her as his, to warn the world that this one was taken—he deepened the kiss. When she moaned again, the sound deeper this time, his breathing quickened.
He drew away slowly, needing to put some distance between them before the spell she’d cast sent him over the edge, into madness. Resting his forehead against hers, he briefly closed his eyes to see if the world stopped spinning. When he opened them again, it was plain to see she was as affected as he was. Her face and neck were flushed, and her lips were slightly swollen.
With a half grin, he leaned in and softly grazed her earlobe with his teeth before whispering, “Third of February, Natalia. And if I have my way, by the end of the night, those earrings will be the only thing you’re wearing.”
DON'T MISS THE OTHER BOOKS IN THE WINNING ACE SERIES!
WINNING ACE, #1
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LOSING GAME, #2
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ABOUT TRACIE DELANEY
Tracie Delaney is the author of the Winning Ace trilogy. She loves nothing more than immersing herself in a good romance, although she sometimes, rather cheekily, makes her characters wait for their HEA.
When she isn’t writing or sitting around with her head stuck in a book, she can often be found watching The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones or any tennis match involving Roger Federer. Her greatest fear is running out of coffee.
Tracie studied accountancy, gaining her qualification in 2001. Her maths teacher would no doubt be stunned by this revelation considering Tracie could barely add two plus two at high school.
Tracie lives in the North West of England with her amazingly supportive husband. They both share a love of dogs, travel and wine.
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