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When I started writing Bases Loaded I had my couple. Brett and Benj, and that was it. This book was about them. As I wrote, though, Ralph and Jean made it clear that they were important to the story, too and I needed to include them properly. So I wound up writing two couples.
I knew they weren’t a foursome, but two separate couples. At least I was pretty sure – the characters always have their own ideas and I have to follow along, even if they zig when I think we’re going to be zagging. This time around, the characters didn’t zig on me and I was right – two couples.
I toyed with writing Ralph and Jean’s story, how they met and came to be where they are now, but the characters were happy with their moments in this book. Some characters do that – get their story told and fade to black because they’re happy with what they’ve had.
Hopefully you all are happy with their participation in this book, too!
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Can they survive the off-season and keep from striking out?
Baseball player Brett must get rehabilitation for his shoulder if he wants another season in the Major League. He and his partner, Benj, take off to the boonies to stay with physical therapist Ralph, a tough-talking, routine-setting guy, and Jean, Ralph’s Cajun lover, who cooks as well as he loves.
Brett and Ralph butt heads from the beginning. Ralph wants Brett to be more in touch with his feelings; Brett wants Ralph to give him his therapy and leave him alone. Benj and Jean get along far better, with Jean showing Benj around the kitchen and reassuring him when things with Brett get strained.
Before Ralph can even begin to work on Brett’s shoulder, though, Brett faces an even more difficult physical challenge, one that does more than threaten his career. He and Benj have to work through some tough issues, making decisions that will affect the rest of their lives together. Their gradual friendship with Ralph and Jean helps them through the bad times, but even that might not be enough to pull them through.
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“Yeah. Yeah. We got us some time, now. We do.” Jean arched back, rubbing, eyes closing. Fuck, he loved that, the heat.
One of Ralph’s hands slid into the back of Jean’s pants and grabbed a big handful of his ass. “That’s mine now.”
Oh, more. Jean wanted more. Right now. “You better have the other one too, then.”
Sure enough, Ralph popped the button on Jean’s jeans, pulled down the zip, and pushed that second hand down the back to grab the other cheek.
“Yeah. Yeah.” Jean grinned, feeling a little wild. He didn’t hate being just the two of them in the main house, with Gillian and Wes only stopping by once a day.
Ralph rubbed Jean against his muscles, squeezing Jean’s ass enthusiastically.
“Gonna make me spoil your clothes, cher. Gonna.” Jean moaned, tongue sliding over his lips, wetting them.
“They’ll wash, babe.” Ralph’s tongue followed his while Ralph’s fingers slid along Jean’s crack.
“Mmm… wash ’n wear.” They chuckled together, the heat still good after five years of living together, working together. Still strong.
“Come on, babe, give me a reason to need to wash.”
Jean shifted his hips, moved just enough so that his balls caught on the seam of his jeans, making them burn. “Oh. Oh, cher ’tit chou. Soon, yeah? Soon.”
“Yeah, babe? Show me? Show me how much I make you feel.” Ralph’s voice got that little hitch it got when he was close, his eyes shining for Jean.
Best-selling author Sean Michael is a maple leaf–loving Canadian who spends hours hiding out in used book stores. With far more ideas than time, Sean keeps several documents open at all times. From romance to fantasy, paranormal and sci-fi, Sean is limited only by the need for sleep—and the periodic Beaver Tail.
Sean fantasizes about one day retiring on a secluded island populated entirely by horseshoe crabs after inventing a brain-to-computer dictation system. Until then, Sean will continue to write the old-fashioned way.
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