Talk to Me
Impossible Love, #4
by Clare James
Publication date: June 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
Publication date: June 7th 2014
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
A damaged hockey player. A smart-mouthed TV reporter. Put them
together, and it’s more than a conflict of interest…
BLURB
Finn Daley took the world by
storm two years ago when he was drafted by the NHL. The young, handsome,
high-scoring player quickly became a fan favorite. He had everything going for
him: fame, fortune, a promising career, and his pick of women. But when he made
an abrupt exit from the NHL, everything changed and he’s been in hiding ever
since. Casey Scott plans to find out why.
After interning all summer at the
top television station in the Twin Cities, Casey lands an on-air gig. Trouble
is, the new role is Sports Girl—which means reporting from local bars and
tailgating parties to create excitement for the hometown heroes. All while
wearing tiny team jerseys that are so tight they leave little to the
imagination.
But she has a plan. Uncover the
biggest sports mystery of the decade, and she’ll be on her way. Question is,
how far will she go to get the story?
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EXCERPT:
I
am ashamed to say the bouncing worked. I got the job.
And
though Jonathan wanted to go out and celebrate, I wasn’t sure this news
warranted such extremes. The steady paycheck, however, gave me all the feels.
My
first week on the job was a blur of hair and make-up appointments; jersey
fittings; tours of all the pro and college stadiums in the Twin Cities;
meetings with the other girls and crew; and study sessions about the Wild
lineup. I was selected as the new ambassador of hockey.
“Pass
me that chicken cutlet,” Mackenzie said, looking at me through the mirror as
she fussed with her cleavage.
I
was getting ready to do my promo spots for the season and Mack was about to
head out for her Monday Night Football cut-in. While I was new to hockey,
Mackenzie had covered Vikings football for the past two years.
“The
what?” I asked, confused as to why she wanted to eat a piece of chicken when
she was almost ready to go on air.
“That
fake boob over there.” She nodded to the table behind me. “The piece of
silicone that looks like a chicken cutlet with a nipple on it?”
“Oh.”
I slapped a hand to my forehead. “Of course, the chicken cutlet.”
Mackenzie
sighed, clearly annoyed with my sarcasm.
Yes,
she might have looked like a bimbo, but she wasn’t stupid.
“Don’t
judge,” she said. “I’m trying to up my ratings and not all of us are blessed
with a spectacular rack like you, K.C.”
She
paused between each letter, over annunciating my on-air name. All the Sports
Girls went by their first name only. Some real; some fake. I had the feeling
Mackenzie was really born a Jill or Jane. She loved to go for the more
elaborate (shall we say, enhanced) version of herself. Her name also allowed
for some fun banter with her viewers — mainly a bunch of horny college boys and
middle-aged men who were fond of saying they were having a Mack Attack.
Our
sports producer, Phil, loved her. She brought in the best ratings and her
public appearances were standing room only. She made him look good, and that’s
really all he cared about. Phil was a bit older than I, maybe late twenties,
and on the fast track. The guy lived at the station and ate fast food round the
clock. He had a paunchy belly and skin so pale it looked like he hadn’t seen
daylight in years. The crew called him The Mole. And though his appearance was
unpleasant at best, his personality was even worse.
When
I told him I didn’t want to use a stage name, that I’d rather use my given name
of Casey Scott so that I could put my stand-ups on my reel when I applied for
actual reporting jobs, he dismissed me with a pat on the head. I shit you not.
“Well,
for one,” he began, taking great pleasure in schooling me, “you’re not allowed
to use your last name. There are creepers out there and we don’t need anyone
stalking you. And two, we need something a little more memorable. Let’s at
least spice up your first name. Use the initials K.C. instead of the
spelled-out version. It’s more fun that way. And shit knows, we need all the
fun we can get with you.”
“What’s
that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“Look,”
he said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I
shook it off and took a step back.
He
groaned. “See, this is what I’m talking about. Jonathan recommended you and I
respect him. You had a great audition and your looks obviously fit the bill.
You’re a hot girl. It’s just that you’re too serious. Our viewers like easy, breezy.
This isn’t CNN for fuck’s sake. Can you just take it down a notch?”
I
hated that little mole right from the start.
“Sure,”
I said, all sweet. “I get it now. You want me to go out there, introduce the
players and games, give a slice of life as a fan, shake my tits, and pretend I
don’t have a brain in my head? Is that the gist?”
“Now
you got it.” He laughed. “Work on your reel on your own time. And if you bring
me a good story, I might even air it.”
He
was such a dick, but he was right.
That’s
exactly what I had to do — spend every spare second working on my reel. I’d
come up with something so good, Phil wouldn’t be able to resist. The only issue
was that he usually worked on longer pieces for the sweeps ratings periods
(just four times a year in November, February, May, and July). With only a few
weeks left in the month, I wouldn’t have time to get something in for November
sweeps, but I could make the next period in February. Still, I’d have to work
fast to come up with something that would get his rocks off.
In
the meantime, I would have to stay on his good side.
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Author Info
Clare James is the best-selling
author of contemporary romance and new adult novels with spunky heroines and
sexier-than- sin heroes. Her Entangled Brazen debut, CAUGHT, was a #1 Best-Selling
Romance Series, and the touching family drama, Two-Hour Truce, also hit #1 as a
category bestseller. And Clare’s Impossible Love Series has more than 500,000
downloads to date and counting!
A fan of smart, funny, and steamy romance, Clare spends most of her time lost in books. When she’s not reading, you can find her locked away writing. Clare is also a former dancer and still loves to get her groove on – mostly to work off her beloved cupcakes and red wine. She lives in Minneapolis with her two leading men – her husband and young son – and is always on social media chatting with readers.
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