Spotlight on Wild Pitch by @KarynGerrard and Gayl Taylor -@Gaylschats




WILD PITCH by Karyn Gerrard and Gayl Taylor


Published By: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC


Published: Oct 02, 2014 




ISBN # 9781613337523

Word Count: approx 15,000 1 Night Stand Series


BLURB:  When recently divorced Connie arranges a wild 1Night Stand date for her widowed best friend, Nicole, she’s only got her friend’s happiness in mind. But one glance at the gorgeous younger man waiting at the Cougar Cave convinces Connie to seize the opportunity to act out her own secret fantasy—a three-way—if Nicole is up for the challenge. After all, she doesn’t even know about the original plan. 


Cut from his Double-A baseball team, all Barrett Michaels wants to do is drown his sorrows. But he’s already paid for a 1Night Stand, and with the arrangements made, he decides to go through with it in hopes it will give him one night of happiness before figuring out what to do with his future. Though he asked for an experienced older woman, he receives not one, but two beautiful women, who offer a night of mind-blowing, sensual pleasure. 



Can Madame Eve’s special brand of magic ease the pain and tear down the walls surrounding the hearts of three lonely people?




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EXCERPT: Connie Hollingsway had just
found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. As far as she was concerned, the
man met all the requirements she’d requested from Madame Eve, and he sat in the
exact location where she’d been informed he’d be. Connie cast a quick glance
toward her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her thought to,
our hero sandwich. After all, she’d
planned the evening for Nikki, as she could use the diversion. Truth be told,
so could Connie.


Bass from inane techno music
reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the Cougar Cave. The club buzzed
with excitement, pulsating with the promise of sex and the certain knowledge
that one-night stands were the main item on the snack menu.
Connie’s gaze slid back to the
hottie sitting alone in a booth directly across from them. The guy, in a word,
exuded perfection. Ascertaining his age proved difficult under the flashing
strobe lights, since he sat underneath a neon sign for Budweiser that cast a
reddish glow over his stunningly gorgeous face.
She’d asked for a ruggedly
handsome male under thirty, and the hunk seemed to fit the bill. His milk
chocolate-colored, tousled hair had an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance.
Sexy. Like most young guys, he had scruffy whiskers, but her keen eye observed
the delectable cleft in his well-shaped chin. Three empty beer bottles and a
half-full glass sat in front of him, and he waved to the waiter for more.
A sly smile curved her mouth.
She’d been told, via e-mail from Madame Eve, that the “man under the Budweiser sign” would be game for a one-night stand with
an older woman. Drunk enough, he might even be open and willing to consider
Connie’s shocking, but sensual suggestion. Warming Nikki up to the idea might
prove a challenge though.
Connie had been about to
speak, but the words died in her throat the moment he rose, shook off his
leather jacket, and hung it on the coatrack on the back of the bench seat. Her
mouth dropped in shock, but she quickly recovered. Taller than she’d first
imagined, he stood at least a few inches over six feet. A skin-tight black
T-shirt hugged his powerful physique. Tucked into a pair of incredibly tight
blue jeans, it showcased his torso to sculpted excellence. Denim strained
across rock-hard thighs, a muscular, ass and—her held breath whooshed out and
ended in a moan—showed off an impressive package. Man-meat was sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival the
marble statues of Greek gods. Even better than she could’ve hoped for.
She had to get a closer look.

Connie Hollingsway had just
found the meat filling for her hero sandwich. As far as she was concerned, the
man met all the requirements she’d requested from Madame Eve, and he sat in the
exact location where she’d been informed he’d be. Connie cast a quick glance
toward her best friend, Nicole Sullivan, and amended her thought to, our hero sandwich. After all, she’d
planned the evening for Nikki, as she could use the diversion. Truth be told,
so could Connie.
Bass from inane techno music
reverberated off the wood-paneled walls of the Cougar Cave. The club buzzed
with excitement, pulsating with the promise of sex and the certain knowledge
that one-night stands were the main item on the snack menu.
Connie’s gaze slid back to the
hottie sitting alone in a booth directly across from them. The guy, in a word,
exuded perfection. Ascertaining his age proved difficult under the flashing
strobe lights, since he sat underneath a neon sign for Budweiser that cast a
reddish glow over his stunningly gorgeous face.
She’d asked for a ruggedly
handsome male under thirty, and the hunk seemed to fit the bill. His milk
chocolate-colored, tousled hair had an I-just-rolled-out-of-bed appearance.
Sexy. Like most young guys, he had scruffy whiskers, but her keen eye observed
the delectable cleft in his well-shaped chin. Three empty beer bottles and a
half-full glass sat in front of him, and he waved to the waiter for more.
A sly smile curved her mouth.
She’d been told, via e-mail from Madame Eve, that the “man under the Budweiser sign” would be game for a one-night stand with
an older woman. Drunk enough, he might even be open and willing to consider
Connie’s shocking, but sensual suggestion. Warming Nikki up to the idea might
prove a challenge though.
Connie had been about to
speak, but the words died in her throat the moment he rose, shook off his
leather jacket, and hung it on the coatrack on the back of the bench seat. Her
mouth dropped in shock, but she quickly recovered. Taller than she’d first
imagined, he stood at least a few inches over six feet. A skin-tight black
T-shirt hugged his powerful physique. Tucked into a pair of incredibly tight
blue jeans, it showcased his torso to sculpted excellence. Denim strained
across rock-hard thighs, a muscular, ass and—her held breath whooshed out and
ended in a moan—showed off an impressive package. Man-meat was sharpened into hardened precision, enough to rival the
marble statues of Greek gods. Even better than she could’ve hoped for.
She had to get a closer look.

WILD PITCH  released by Decadent Publishing in their 1Night Stand line. This story was previously published as THE HERO SANDWICH. Hasn't been available since May 2014.



Hot baseball player. Two older ladies. (No FF interaction, by the way) 1 wild night.



Can three lonely people keep pain, bitterness, and grief at bay or will emotional fireworks tear down the walls surrounding their hearts?







Karyn Gerrard Bio: 




Karyn lives in a small town in the western corner of Ontario, Canada. She whiles away her spare time writing and reading romance while drinking copious amounts of Earl Grey tea. Tortured heroes are a must. A multi-published author with a few bestsellers under her belt, Karyn loves to write historicals and contemporaries. As long as she can avoid being hit by a runaway moose in her wilderness paradise she assumes everything is golden.



 Karyn’s been happily married for a long time to her own hero. His encouragement keeps her moving forward.



                                 Karyn's Site/Facebook/Twitter/Pinterest



Gayl Taylor's Bio:





A California native, Gayl Taylor spent much of her youth daydreaming and making up stories. Life in her imaginary world was full of adventure, intrigue, and romance. Temporarily distracted by real life, marriage, three kids, and the necessary paycheck; she found her way back to writing as a hobby and eventually pursued her dream of being a published author.



Although she still has her day job, at night Gayl writes sensual, erotic romance often finding inspiration in her experiences and surroundings. There are pieces of her in all the characters whose stories she tells.



Gayl lives in the San Francisco Bay Area with her three sons and rock star cat. She is a firm believer in love and the power of romance.








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