Passion Overtime

Passion OvertimePassion Overtime
November 2009

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IS HE FINALLY DONE PLAYING THE FIELD…
With the homecoming festivities heating up, the last thing Kyra Dixon needs is an unwelcome blast from the past. But the PR rep has been given the plum job of helping sign hunky pro-football star Terrence Franklin as Hollington’s new head coach.

LONG ENOUGH TO CROSS THE FINISH LINE…
Kyra knows the sexy sports star…intimately. They were once engaged—until Terrence dumped her to chase dreams of glory (and groupies). Now he’s back in her life—as irresistible as ever. And Kyra and Terrence have some unfinished business: the passion that’s raging hotter than ever between them.

AND TASTE SWEET VICTORY?
After ten years of playing the field, Terrence is finally ready to settle down. Only one woman fits his fantasies of domestic bliss, but Kyra may not be ready to forgive and forget. All Terrence wants is a second chance to convince Kyra that as long as they’re together, neither of them will ever lose.

 

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Kyra felt Terrance’s hand on her lower back, and narrowed her eyes in disgust. Where the hell did he get off touching her? Her first thought was to smack his hand away, but she didn’t want to appear uptight. President Morrow wanted Terrance to coach the Hollington Lions and until the ex-footballer accepted the job she had to play nice.

Refusing to shy away from his gaze, she stared up at him, marvelling at how youthful he looked even after all these years. The edges of his fine, dark hair were trimmed, giving the thirty-two year-old sports star a clean, polished appearance. His short-sleeve shirt and jeans couldn’t disguise his long athletic physique. Terrance Franklin reeked of masculinity and although Kyra wasn’t attracted to him, she loved the way his muscles filled out his designer shirt.

“Have you been working at Hollington since graduation?”

The friendly expression on his face didn’t fool her. The former NFL running back was trouble, and Kyra knew if she ever let her guard down, she’d be sorry. “No, I worked at an advertising agency for a few years before applying here. This is my-”

Their conversation came to a halt when the door to the registrars’ office flew open and a group of bright-eyed student’s rushed out. “Hey, look, it’s Terrance Franklin!”

Worried she might get trampled on, Kyra moved off to the side and watched in amusement as Terrance greeted the awe-struck freshmen. A small crowd gathered around him, and though he smiled apologetically at her, it was obvious he enjoyed signing autographs and connecting with his fans.

When the crowd cleared, he apologized for the interruption. “I’m sorry for making you wait. I know how busy you are getting things together for reunion weekend.”

“It’s no problem. You’re one of the most recognizable athletes in the world, and that’s why the board of directors wanted you here at Hollington. To bring excitement and enthusiasm to the college.”

“Coaching at my alma mater would be a dream come true and I’m really grateful for this opportunity. Hopefully, this will be the start of a long, successful partnership.”

Kyra avoided his gaze. Truth was, she found it hard to believe anything that came out of Terrance’s mouth. After all, he’d lied when he said he loved her and made her the butt of their friend’s jokes when he dumped her.

They continued down the hall towards the reception area. “How’s your family doing? Is everyone all right?”

“Uh-huh.” His crippling smile and fragrant cologne made her thoughts turn to mush. An aromatic aphrodisiac, his scent aroused her senses and elicited an unexpected physical response. Her voice caught in her throat and her skin prickled with desire. Over the years, Kyra had dated scores of cool, dreamy types, but no one aroused her like Terrance did.

“I hear your dad’s church is one of the fastest growing in the south.”

Mindful of him watching her, she produced a smile. Her father’s ministry didn’t impress her and although he’d been heralded as a dynamic Bishop, Kyra rarely attended services. Work kept her busy and she’d much rather organize her filing cabinet than listen to one of his fire and brimstone messages. “Yes, he’s got quite the following.”

“I’d love to see them again. Maybe one of these Sunday’s I’ll visit their church.”

Nodding, she allowed herself a fleeting look in his direction. Terrance had a voice made for radio and a body for the big screen, and suddenly articulating her thoughts was harder than riding a unicycle backwards. All smiles and good looks, he stared at her with such genuine interest that her thoughts scrambled like marbles on concrete.