Wednesday, November 14, 2018

🎧 Attention audio lovers! 🎧

DANCER by Author Jamie Schlosser is available on Audible!

Technically, I’m not a stripper. As a cage dancer, I don’t take all my clothes off and no one gets to touch me. I’m just the eye candy.
And I can feel their eyes on me. I know they’re watching, but I don’t do this for them.
This is my time.
My life may not have turned out the way I thought it would, but I’m not complaining. From 9pm to 1am several days a week I get paid to feel sexy, to feel desired, to do what I love.
I always knew I wanted to be a dancer—I just didn’t realize I’d be doing it in a cage.

Erectile dysfunction—two words that can cause a collective cringe from men everywhere. The doctors can call it ‘performance anxiety’ all they want, but that’s just a fancy way of saying my d*ck doesn’t work.
Just when I start to think there’s no hope for me, I see her. She’s gorgeous, sexy, and goofy as f*ck. She also looks really familiar but I can’t put my finger on it.
When I find out who she really is, my world is turned upside down and everything seems to fall into place.
She’s not gonna make it easy for me, but I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge. She’s convinced I won’t stick around.
I’ll prove her wrong.
I’ll show her I’m one of the good guys.
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Friday, January 29, 2016

Love a mystery? Check out this new release from Derek Dorr!

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Cleansing Evil by Derek Dorr
From the outside, Dr. Christian Rinaldi has the perfect life. He is a good looking psychiatrist with a thriving practice, more than a dozen best-selling novels, a beautiful home and every toy that a man could possibly want. Sure, he also has a demanding boss, needy friends, recurring nightmares from childhood traumas, a nosy housemate, severe trust issues and a bad habit that he can’t seem to shake, but who doesn’t? Christian’s issues are slightly different than the average person’s. His demanding boss is the head of a 700 year old secret society of serial killers. His friends? All but two are serial killers themselves. His nightmares are of his foster father who forced him to kill. Even his secrets have secrets. The biggest secret isn’t even that he is a killer. His biggest secret is that he doesn’t want to do it anymore. Unfortunately, his boss doesn’t let his employees walk away. Special Agent Randy Brooks, Christian’s FBI liaison, doesn’t know anything about Christian’s secret life. He just needs Christian to help him solve their current case – a series of brutal but seemingly unrelated murders. Unfortunately for Christian, to get to the bottom of the crimes, he will have to confront his deepest fears.
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What other readers are saying.....

Captivating. Easy read. Well done with some errors for critiquing. I would read the next one.

Excellent book - very dark.

It is hard to believe that this is Derek Dorr's first published mystery. I read it in two days and was sorry when it ended but the ending gives me hope for more Christian Rinaldi.

Loved it creepy great imagination hard to forget

Exciting book. Kept me on the edge of my seat. Can't wait for next book.!!!!

A fantastic new book by a great new writer. Very intense, but couldn't put it down. I loved every word and can't wait to read more.

Once you've read Cleansing Evil you will want to know more about Alex.... Here's her story. Find out how she turns into the person she is.....
When the weak find their strength, predators become the prey.
How does an adorable little girl grow up to become a ruthless vigilante serial killer without anyone noticing? Alex Parker, the unforgettable artist/killer from Cleansing Evil, is a stunningly beautiful, intelligent, and extremely creative woman. She spends her days creating masterful works of art, but her true brilliance happens at night. She hunts and kills the abusive men who slip through the cracks, unpunished by the justice system -- but why? How did she end up with this violent hobby?

Neglected by her junkie mother, Alex is taken in by her Aunt and Uncle, who raise her as their own. She struggles to find her place in her new home in Maine and watches helplessly as she loses everything she has grown to care about, piece by piece. An attack by someone she trusts releases the murderous rage that had been building inside her, and now that the monster has been unleashed…it will not be stopped
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Derek was raised in a small town in Down East Maine and after traveling for most of his early 20's, he returned to Maine to settle down and raise a family. He is now a married father of the three best children he could ever hope to have. He discovered his passion for story telling via writing in his early teens but didn't start writing professionally until nearly a decade later. He chose to become a ghost writer and write for other people rather than writing under his own name until last year. During his ghost writing period, he completed 6 novels and 100s of articles in various fields. In early 2014, with significant support from his wife, Janene, he took the plunge and released his first books under his own name.

Derek released "The Pilot Program" in May of 2014 as a nonfiction work aimed at helping others who suffer from panic attacks, anxiety or depression. Its publication coincided with National Mental Health Awareness Month. His second release was "Cleansing Evil", book one in a planned long running series revolving around a secret world of serial killers who wish to use their talents to cleanse the world by ridding it of its most evil inhabitants. "Cleansing Evil was released on July 6, 2014 and by the end of its first day, had reached the Amazon Best Sellers list in 6 categories - ranking in the top 20 in most.

Due to many requests from his readers, Derek is currently writing a series of novellas to share the backstories of many of the minor characters inside the world of "Cleansing Evil". The first of which, "The Art of Death", was released on August 3. It has since become an Amazon Best Seller in the US, UK, and Australia.

Derek is currently writing the prequel to "Cleansing Evil", titled "Rogue", it is scheduled for release in early fall. In addition, he will be releasing a new project, a dystopian style novella serial, in the style of Divergent, The Hunger Games, Wool, and 1984. The first of five novellas, which will comprise volume one in the saga, is scheduled for release by the end of September.

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Thursday, January 14, 2016

Happy Release Day, Danielle Jamie ... Scandalous is LIVE!

Title: Scandalous
Series:  Scandalous Series Book One
Author: Danielle Jamie
Release Date: January 14, 2016

A HOT new Scandalous serial by
New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Danielle Jamie!

She’s the hot new professor.

He’s the star quarterback.

A scandalous new app is about to make their two worlds collide.

What happens when that line is crossed? Because once you step over it—there’s
no going back…

Book 1 in the hot new scandalous serial! New book will be released every month.

Scandalous. Forbidden. Seductive. this is a hot new twist on the
student/teacher romance!

Walking softly across the
cool tile, I re-enter my bedroom and finally pick up ‘Phoebe’s’ phone and
decide Sebastian’s waited long enough for my reply. Halsey’s, Young
is playing softly in my bathroom as I step into the large bathtub
and sink down into it.
I let out a sigh of
pleasure as I feel my muscles immediately relax as the warm water sooths every
inch of me. Resting my head against the rolled up towel behind my head I stare
up at my phone and finally type a response back to Sebastian.
Hey! Sorry
for not replying right away. It’s been a crazy day. I’m finally home and
soaking in a much needed bubble bath trying to unwind…to answer your question,
I may have thought about our date once or twice today. ;)
buzzes in the pit of my stomach as I watch the grey bubble appear on the screen
as Sebastian types a reply back.
bubble bath, huh? Sorry in advance for the overly naughty images filling my
head at the moment. That’s okay. I was finishing up my run anyways. I texted
you when I still had a mile to go, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you…
I stare down at my screen
and bite my lip as I contemplate how I should respond to that. I’m suddenly
bombarded with naughty thoughts of his body glistening with sweat and flushed
from his run.
Not one to be shy, I decide
to snap a picture of myself soaking in the tub. I only show my neck down, which
my neck and my face are flushed bright red from the heat and the dirty thoughts
dancing around inside of my head.
This man is hands down one
of the sexiest to ever contact me on Candy Hearts—and that’s saying a lot
seeing as I’ve slept with some of the most sought after actors and athletes
while I lived in the Big Apple.
There’s just something
about that smile and those eyes along with the rugged look of masculinity that
has my thighs clamping tightly together in anticipation of finally meeting him
in person Friday.
I hit send and then type a
quick response,
What kind
of naughty thoughts are filling that too-handsome-for-your-own-good-head of
I let out a slight gasp of
surprise as a photo pops up on my screen along with a response.
Since we
seem to be on a ‘show not tell’ theme tonight, I’ll show you what my
thoughts about you and that bath are doing to me. BTW glad to know you think
I’m handsome ;) because I think you’re sexy as hell, Phoebe.
A picture of his bare
chest, still damp with sweat, speckled with a light patch of hair across his
chest and then trailing a path down leading to the holy grail of all penises
pressing angrily against the restraint of the red Nike basketball shorts that
are keeping it trapped inside. I can make out the shape of a wide tip making
desire pool between my thighs as I think about how it’d feel deep inside of me
as I rotate my hips on top of it.
I’m normally turned off by
crude photos in text messages from Johns, but there’s something erotic about
seeing Sebastian’s hand squeezing his length through his shorts.

New York Times & USA Today
Bestselling author who took a chance and wrote her first book in 2013. It was
the beginning to a magical journey into the world of a published author with
now 14 books available on ebook retailers sites!

Danielle Jamie is a contemporary romance author
who loves getting lost in a good book or writing a memorable love story. Her
most popular works are her Bestselling Savannah Series, her heart wrenching
standalone Tempt my Heart and her steamy new taboo novellas in her Stepbrother

She lives in Upstate NY with her husband, two
daughters and son, two dogs Kammie a yellow lab and Blue Paisley her mini

She loves traveling and seeing the world all the
while meeting her fans along the way at Author Events.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

❤️ On Sale Now: Typecast by Kim Carmichael! ❤️

Typecast, by author Kim Carmichael, will be included in January Kindle Holiday Store Deal in the US marketplace, starting 1/1/2016 and running through 1/31/2016!

Typecast Excerpt:

At the unexpected male voice, Ivy turned. Her breath caught as her ultimate teen fantasy stood before her.The heat in the room intensified, but she froze.

Mr. Logan Alexander leaned in the doorway—more like filled up the doorway. He lifted a cigarette, twirled it between his fingers, and placed it in his mouth.Unlike someone who lived the hard-knock life of a disgraced actor, time had kissed him, leaving him looking much like his teen dream self, only a little more rugged. While his other two male costars from the movie possessed more of the good and wholesome image, Logan Alexander personified the conniving character. He was the one who lured people with looks that could only be described as remarkable.

As if this whole thing were nothing but a bother, he pushed away from doorjamb and entered the room, glanced at Julia, turned his back to Craig, and faced Ivy. “So, you think the villain is themost interesting?” The cigarette bounced between his lips.Interesting? Interesting as in the way he pulled his dark blond hair into a ponytail that hit the nape of his neck leaving one long strand to hang down the side of his face? Maybe interesting in the way his light blue eyes seemed almost translucent,
half-closed, and definitely naughty? Of course, also interesting in how the slight bit of stubble highlighted the angles of his face, and the way he managed to keep his cigarette balanced. Then the answer was yes, he, or the villain, was the most interesting.

“The villain always needs to go under the most transformation.” She managed to squeak out the words and pointed to his cigarette, unsure if she needed to tell him about the no smoking rule. Did fantasies follow rules?

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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

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Bad boy street racer, Jackson Fitzgerald, loves the thrill of the race and the speed of the chase. But the biggest thrill and challenge of all? Racing for the heart of one sexy, nurse, Mollie Dubois. When two hearts from different sides of the tracks collide, it's an obsession fueled by undeniable desire and passion. 

Take a ride with Mollie and Jackson in the Fueled Obsession Boxed Set as they conquer their pasts, overcome their differences, and drive their futures into the sunset… and not without a few bumps and bruises along the way. With heart-pounding drama and steamy sensuality, Fueled Obsession will become every reader's next obsession. 

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Sunday, September 20, 2015

✰✰ Epic New Saga by Lucian W. Bane! ✰✰

Title: The Scribbler Guardian
Author: Lucian Bane
Release Date: September 14, 2015
Genre: Fantasy Romance
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Jeramiah Poe isn’t just any character in the Realm of Fiction; he is Muse Master—Destiny Diviner—Mysterious Miskriat. Being of neither the Traditional Genre Provinces nor Independent, Poe enjoys an eternal lease on life, so long as his Scribbler keeps him out of publication.

Poe meets Kane, a seven-year-old boy from the Independent Horror Province, where he learns ancient codes are being broken and the horror that should be an act, is real.

But the evil clutching Octava is not new and Seven Arks have been sent to Earth to stop it.
Only something has gone wrong and Poe is commissioned as the 8th Ark of Octava to discover what has become of the Seven.

But his passage to Earth comes with revelations he's not prepared for. Not only does his Scribbler not know of his existence, he's a she that his human form seems allergic to.

Poe soon realizes that with each Ark he locates, his powers grow along with his feelings for the Scribbler. And the enemy will try and use both to gain control of the two realms.


The fellow hurried forward, gripping Poe’s arm. “Do you even know who is on duty there?”

“I do.”

The man shook his head. “Then you know it’s not safe.”
“Of course it is.”

“With all due respect,” the man said quietly, “Dr. Science and Hop-A-Long Cassidy are both cruel beings, they—”

“What nerve,” Poe said. “The good Doctor and Hoppy happen to be my friends.”

The fellow stepped back as though treading carefully, staring intently at Poe. “But… I’ve heard bad things about any who attempt to obtain energy from The Bog with those two. Rumor has it they’re not too happy with the job.”

“And I don’t blame them!” Poe downed his tea in one shot and tossed his cup into the copper sink with a clank. ”Imagine living lives of fictional adventure for centuries and then being stuck on Bog duty in the Romance Province.” Poe didn’t hold back his growl of disgust. “They must be bored out of their minds.”

The man glanced at his wife and back at Poe, confused. “I… heard they sucked a man’s energy until he disappeared.”

“An exaggerated story. The man broke clear Bog protocol.”

“By not dancing fast enough?”

Poe shrugged with wide eyes. “Rules are made for a reason. And I know the Doc and Hoppy, they had good reason. Plus the man was a second class Miskriat.”

The man drew his head back. “Miskriats are people too.”

Anger flashed through Poe. “I never said they were not. But for logic’s sake and my patience, both of which you have bankrupt, you, lover boy, are a registered inhabitant of Octava, therefore under the protection of the realm’s laws. The Bog’s Guardians are not capable of harming you. Since second class Miskriats exist only in the minds of their Scribblers,” Poe reminded, fluttering his fingers at his temple, “they are not warranted by Octava’s laws.”

The gent spun and put his back to Poe as heated whispers erupted between the two. He finally faced him again. “Are you not Miskriat as well?”

Poe stiffened at the scent of trickery. “What does that matter to you?”

The woman answered this time. “We… wouldn’t want to put your life in danger.”

The lie sparked against his shields, angering him greatly. “I am Jeramiah Poe, madam. The Muse Rider. Use sorcery once more with me and I just may re-write your destiny to something more fitting.” A love bird or perhaps a lovely toad, maybe.


The man’s strangled confession added a shot of anger to the brew of angst in Poe. “Were you?” He turned back to the task of tea preparations, pumping the arm on the mini-hand well. “Then I should suggest you go to that blather mouth for whatever it is you want from me!”

“Please,” the woman gasped. “We gave our word and—”

“It was Kane?” Poe mumbled, “I’d bet my Scribbler’s lineage on it.” He plonked the copper kettle onto the stove, wishing it were the little runt’s bottom. “Patron of the pulmonary carrying-on’s, that one.” Poe added a few cedar logs to the belly of his black iron stove. He’d deal with him at first light. 

Poe faced the couple who seemed taken with curiosity at his outdated kitchen appliances.
“Not everybody wants to indulge in the new gadgets of their Scribblers realm. My own Scribbler created me to love antiquation, simplicity, classicality. I happen to find more value in these things.”

“It’s a lovely home,” the woman hurried. “Very…”

“Simple,” the man helped when she fretted for an agreeable term.

“Fantastical, even,” she dared in a singsong voice. “Like a cute hobbit home.”

Poe turned and rolled his eyes, fetching cups from his simple cupboard as the two filled his kitchen with an odd cackling laugh.“I suppose since you know where I live, then you also know everything else you shouldn’t about me.”

“We were told you could help,” the man said.

"And that you were good," the woman reminded. “That’s all, I give you my word on that.”
“Your word.” Poe set three tin cups on the counter, irked with her sorcery. Giving a compliment strictly to secure his submission to this ‘goodness’ didn’t help them one bit. “Do you have any idea at all about words? The power behind them?”

“Words?” she echoed, appearing worried. “I… know the power of the Scribbler’s words, yes.”
“So what value do your words have, madam, a mere creation that you are? Why should I feel remotely impressed with your word?”

She lowered her head like he’d taken a hammer to her self-esteem, filling Poe with a mix of odd frustration. “Your words have as much value as your Scribbler, woman.” Despite his efforts to calm down, Poe took the lower road for a change. “Why is it so difficult for Creations to understand that they are not mere Characters in a story, but replicas of their Creators—not only in image, but far beyond? Life and death succumb to the Scribbler’s will and that power indwells the creation if you but believe it.” Poe looked between the intent faces before him, both straining to compute—not to understand mind you, but to placate the terrible master from whom they sought favor, whom they had need.

Disgusted, Poe was ready to be rid of the pair, and the fear and drama that indwelled them. “I will help you.”

A moment of shock preceded the pair shooting up from their seats for a bouncing, dancing embrace. Poe couldn’t help but gawk at the touching fetish. Like the eyes and ears lacked ample function thereby requiring the third sense for comprehensive communication. “But there is a price,” Poe added, desperate to put an end to the strange energy molesting his aura.


Inexplicably powerful, this new series by Mr. Bane will grab your imagination and take you on the wildest ride of the fall.  Reminiscent of classics like Inkheart, The Neverending Story, and Alice In Wonderland, The Scribbler Guardian is - at once - an epic fantasy saga and love story.  The characters are alive, and living the stories their authors have created.  Yet there is terror and danger, for fiction is blended with reality in Bane's Octava.  I was unable to put the book down.  It is powerful in its ingenuity and detail.  This is, hands down, one of the BEST fantasy stories I've read in years.








Dom Wars Box Set Round 1,2 &3

Dom Wars Box Set Round 4,5 & 6



Box Set Ruin (first 3 books) Amazon Links:
Mercy~A Dark Erotica (BOOK ONE)
No Mercy: A Dark Continuation ( BOOK TWO)
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Sunday, September 6, 2015

✰ Coming Soon From Greg Sandora: 'The Protector: Kingdom Of Heaven ✰

 In The Protector, Gabby is given an earth assignment that will put her angelic powers to the ultimate test. Gabby brings Bo from the peak of professional baseball straight into Heaven in this epic battle between good and evil. Ancient prophecies foretell Political Power rising from the worst evil imaginable. The second son of the beast manifests in a Presidential contender. A popular candidate destined to win the election. Funded by terrorism and the wealthiest people on the planet he walks the earth destined to rise to power and destroy mankind. Can Gabby and Bo defeat the most powerful evil in the Universe?

No miracle is too small when Bo takes a chance on a dream for pitching for professional baseball and his favorite angel, Gabby, returns to him. But not all is for the game with their latest assignment against an evil that will threaten the many and put his faith and conviction to the ultimate test. The Protector is a fun and lighthearted tale of following your dreams, and embracing all of God's blessings around us.
Gabby returns to prove that an angel's job is never done, as she recruits Bo again to help take on a new evil that will gain a dangerous and unstoppable position in the world if not stopped. Along the way, Bo will see unimaginable, glorious things that God has given humankind, all with the help of his angel friend. Fun and inspiring, Gabby will show you just how close we are to achieving countless miracles.
Bo's life has been on the right track since he last saw his angel, so he is pleasantly surprised to see Gabby again when she suddenly reappears at his tryout for professional baseball. Once again she pulls him into a fight against evil, bringing him into her angelic view of the world's miracles and tragedies, as he is pit against his greatest challenges yet.


When I returned I heard riotous laughter coming from inside the boardroom. My heart sank. Gabby wasn't in the waiting area. I panicked thinking she'd committed some kind of faux pas that was causing the laughter.

"Is she in there?" I asked the receptionist, "Did you see the young woman I was with?”

"Yes. They asked her inside. You can go on in."

I reached for the door, unsure of what blunder or misstep might have caused the hysteria. I opened it to find Gabby poised, confident and deadpan serious facing down ten men who were laughing like hyenas, pounding the table and begging her to stop.

I waited until Sam became somewhat composed before asking, "What's so hilarious?" The question started everyone laughing again.

On this go-around, one guy managed to laugh himself right off his seat. I watched as he attempted to reenter the chair using one arm while holding his belly with the other.

"This girl is a cutup, she told us, she told us..." Sam interrupted himself, "She told us that she loves Boston and...." He broke up laughing before he could finish.

"Uh-huh," I nodded to help him along. "What's funny about that?”

Gabby looked comfortable in her new role as an agent. She appeared professional and assertive. I worried that she had no experience dealing with professional negotiators, but so far she had them eating out of her hand. At least the laughter made the team of execs seem less intimidating.

Sam continued cracking up, "And, the last time she was in Boston was..." He had to stop and catch a breath. "1776! Shoot, I've got socks older than she is!" He reached for his belly. "She's a clown this one. Stunning too! Where did you find her? Bo, you must have been born under a lucky star with such a beautiful agent and a 103-mile per hour fastball." Sam stood up.

"Gabby, you told them you were here two centuries ago?" I couldn't believe she had done that and my disbelief was evident in my thoughts as I communicated with my mind.

"Yeah, I don't think they believe me,” Gabby's voice in my head sounded amused.

"Is this your strategy?"
"I figured I'd disarm them with laughter, and then go in for the kill.”

"What else did you say?”

Gabby still sounded amused and a little smug. "I told the boys about the time I met a ragtag group of colonists, ill-trained, poorly supplied, and practically broke, who vanquished the most powerful navy in the world to gain their independence.”

I still couldn't' believe it. "You said it like that - straight-faced, unreadable?”

Gabby nodded in my direction but spoke aloud to the V.P. "Actually Sam, Bo throws 105; you need to have your gun calibrated. It's 2 miles-per-hour off."

Sam nodded to a guy nearby. "Have that checked.”

I couldn't contain my curiosity so I continued to communicate with my mind. "Gabby, you've got me thinking now, how did the Colonies do it?"

I heard her reply in my head. "It was Timothy, he triggered weather conditions that stopped the British dead in their tracks near Long Island; otherwise you'd be a British subject now."

"Divine intervention, Gabby?" I wondered.

"Bo, a leaf does not fall without your Father knowing about it. You remember Timothy, don't you? He stirred the revolution and inspired George Washington in battle.”

"Of course. Who meets an Arch Angel and forgets?"

I remembered Gabby raising her wing to filter my eyes. Timothy had come to assist her, slaying a forty-foot leviathan, sending its charred burnt carcass down into a hellhole. The Arch Angel raised his finger and lit up the night sky, illuminating an army a million strong behind him. The most memorable thing about Timothy was his gleaming chest plate emblazoned with the handprint of God.

"Gentlemen, shall we begin?" Gabby inquired, motioning thru the window to Rebecca.
"Would you put this up on the video feed for me?" Rebecca got the gist and popped in the room to retrieve the zip drive from Gabby.

Gabby commanded the room with her presence as she introduced the video we were about to see. "I took the liberty of mixing some of my client's tryout this afternoon with some live footage of a recent Red Sox – Toronto game. You'll notice I substituted Bo Garrett for starting pitcher, right-hander De Le Rosa. I picked Ruby because in his last few trips to Fenway he's caused you some headaches, giving up only one or two runs each outing.”

Then the video began and Gabby lets the announcer's enthusiasm carry over her voice.
"What a game we've got going ladies and gentlemen! We're witnessing maybe the biggest story in baseball - the come out of nowhere, Toronto sensation, Bo Garrett. He's hurled no-hitters in his last two outings. Tonight we're in a beautiful and breezy Fenway Park to see if the lanky left-hander can do it again. Here's the windup, it's a swing, and a miss as the ball sails over the outside left corner retiring the side. A fastball does the job and we are at the top of the Fifth with Garrett showing no signs of tiring. That makes it a three – zip ballgame in favor of the Blue Jays."

Gabby pressed pause. "Has everyone seen enough?”

It was fun listening to the announcers pitch-by-pitch account. I wish she had let the tape play a little longer.

Gabby was warming up to her role as agent and negotiator. "In the interest of fair play I'm letting you all know I'll be sending this clip to the Baltimore Orioles, the Toronto Blue Jays, Tampa Bay, and, of course, the New York Yankees. That is, provided we can't make a deal. We'll want to give other teams a chance to bid.”

The room got tense. The executives began looking sideways at each other to gauge the reactions of the others.

"Gabby, you're tough!" I voiced internally.

Nicky directed a comment to me, "Bo, do you like Boston?”

That was an easy question to answer. "Sure I do. I'd love to play here, and working with you would be an honor.”

Nicky smiled as Gabby interjected, "It's simple, then, we'd like 300 million over ten years.”

"You can't be serious! That kind of money for a rookie player?" Sam bellowed. "He's thirty-five; we'd be gambling the future of this ball team on his production at age 45. What if he can't throw at 40; where will we be then?”

"That's not reasonable," one of the execs, sounded. The others echoed the sentiment. Like a Kangaroo court of yes men waiting for the wind to choose a direction, the rest chimed in.

Gabby was cool as ice. "Oh, not to worry, he's only pitching for five of those years.”

"That figures to 60 million a year." Sam leaned forward. "Young lady, you may be impossibly beautiful and used to getting what you want, but we're the Boston Red Sox. You can't march in here with demands like that. No one including the damned New York Yankees is going to pay that." He sat back in his chair indignant.

I was as astounded as they were. "Gabby, what are you thinking? I'd play for free. Why are you being so tough?" I continued our inner dialog.

"Bo, he didn't ask us to leave did he?" Gabby's voice seemed to smile inside my head. She sounded completely confident. "I'm using Sam's worst case scenario against him. Courtesy of his own mind, he's negotiating with his worst nightmare – himself.”

New tension peppered the voice I was hearing in my head. "Bo, I'm afraid we're going to have to wrap this up. I can feel an assignment coming on. Play along.”

"Alright, but I hope you know what you're doing?"

Gabby continued with her plan of attack. "Sam, gentlemen, here's our offer. It expires in ten minutes. Bo Garrett will receive 13 million for each of the next five years. You all know that's in line with what teams are paying for first round draft picks. Everybody, including the fans and the league, will be happy with that number. Moreover, when they see what Bo can do, you'll be heroes. The rest will be paid out in bonus money.”

I was awestruck as Gabby reeled off the deal.

"The bonus money is funded in equal installments after he's pitched three no-hitters each season. Sammy, you'll only hope you have to pay it."

Gabby was smiling from ear to ear as she added, "The bonus money will go toward building homeless shelters in and around Boston. The credit for the charitable giving will go to the Red Sox. It will be great PR, and since no one knows but us, the bonuses will not be subject to the luxury tax."

"We'll take it." Sam burst out of his seat to shake on it. "We agree to your terms in principle and we'll iron out the details. Bo, welcome to Boston."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure, Sir," I said, shaking his hand, then making my way around the room to shake other hands.

As I did, Sam took Gabby aside. "Do you have any other clients? I'm terrified you might be representing somebody else we want.”

“No, just Bo. No need to worry, Sam." She laughed.

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