Not long now until my next release, my contemporary sports romance, Pole Position. You can snap it up at the pre-order price of $0.99, but it will go up to $3.99 from 18 February.
Here’s an excerpt for you:
Sitting on the bench in the yard, I gossiped with Clare and Danny while I waited for Jon to pick me up. I heard his car before he turned into the yard, and stood up at the same time as Danny.
“It’s good to see you happy again, love,” Danny said, before sweeping me into one of his bear hugs, and lifting me right off the ground. Despite my height, he carried me as easily as a bag of feed and strode across the yard.
I squealed with mock annoyance. “Put me down, you ass.”
“Here?” He held me over the water trough and pretended to drop me.
Thumping his shoulders, I was helpless with laughter, and clung to him just in case he let go. Eventually he set me back on the ground and that’s when I spotted Clare’s worried face. I turned to see Jon glowering at us, his fists clenched at his sides.
I hurried across the yard, dusting off the straw spills attached to me, and leaned into him to claim a kiss. He just stood there, scowling at Danny.
“Jon?” I was concerned. “Are you okay?”
“Huh?” He snapped his attention to me. “I’m fine. Are you ready to go?”
“I’ll just get my purse.” I walked back to the bench, puzzled. Meanwhile, Danny strode across the yard toward Jon, his hand held out in greeting.
“Well, mate, I don’t think we’ve actually been introduced. I’m Danny Webster and this is my yard.”
I watched the encounter with interest. I was pleased Danny was making the effort, and I hoped Jon would accept this olive branch.
A muscle twitched in Jon’s otherwise poker face, but Danny had his back to me and I couldn’t see his expression. After a long hesitation, Jon held out his hand for the briefest of shakes.
“Jon Craigowan.” He bit out the words. I could see he was angry with Danny, or me, I wasn’t yet sure.
My happy mood punctured, I trailed to Jon’s side, taking his hand and squeezing it, before gazing up at him.
“See you tomorrow, love,” said Danny. Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss across my cheek. “And don’t be late.”
Jon’s hand tightened on my fingers to the point where it hurt. I whimpered, and he instantly released me. “Come on,” he turned and stomped back to the car.
I’d barely climbed inside, didn’t even have my seatbelt fastened, when he started the engine with a roar and swung out of the yard, far too fast.
“Jon. Let me fasten my belt please.”
He instantly slowed down, and held out his hand to me again. “Sorry.”
I took a deep breath. Something had changed but I didn’t know what. “Will you please drop me at home. At my house?”
His gaze flicked to me, anger flashing in his eyes. “I thought you were coming back with me?”
“Yes. I just want to pick up my car first.”
He stared, and then returned his attention to the road. “Why do you need your car?” His voice was low.
“I have to be up early in the morning.”
“Apparently. And I can’t get up early enough for you?”
“Why are we quarrelling? I don’t want to spoil our weekend together.” Anxiety churned in my stomach. Where had this row suddenly blown up from?
He groaned, pulled the car off the road into a side street and switched off the engine. Turning to me, he held out his arms, and I nestled into them. My heart thudded painfully inside my chest, and I could hear his racing too. What had just happened?
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I was looking forward to spending the weekend with you, and then when you said you wanted to go home, I thought you’d changed your mind.”
He’d been acting strangely since he came to pick me up, before I asked to go for my car. “Is that all? You were odd in the yard. I thought you were angry with me then. Have I done something to annoy you?”
“No, of course not.” He held me close. “I’m being an idiot, and I’m sorry. Let’s forget it shall we?”
“Okay.” I was hesitant. He hadn’t answered my question and I was sure he was hiding something. When he nibbled my earlobe and slipped one hand under my grubby T-shirt, I was suitably distracted and forgot to be cross with him. I pulled back, playful now. “Not here.”
He gave me his delicious, sexy grin and wiggled his eyebrows. “I’m inclined to agree, you smell of horse. I think you need a shower first.”
Starting the engine, he set off again. “Do you still need your car, or do you trust me to drop you off early enough?”
“Of course I trust you. I just feel bad about you driving me round everywhere, when I have a perfectly good car at home.”
“That’s settled then.” His tone was happy. The argument had been forgotten.
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Pole Position is available only on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Pole-Position-Sofia-Grey-ebook/dp/B019X66D2A