What She Inherited! Reverse Harem.


First and Ten: A Contemporary Reverse Harem

A Team of Her Own Book 1: Preseason

by Erin Hayes and Margo Bond Collins


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When Madison Harte inherits a football team with three hot players who all want her, there’s one problem: when it comes to America’s favorite sport, she’s clueless. 

I have the worst luck. Failed tech startup? Check. Jerk of an ex-boyfriend? Check. No idea what to do next? Check.

Then my Uncle Dusty passes away and leaves a whole football team to me. Never mind that I’ve never even seen a game. Who has time for that, right?

But I can sell the team and turn my life around, so I fly from San Francisco to Birmingham, Alabama, where I find a whole new level of football obsession—and start to develop a fascination of my own. Mostly with the three players who are very, very interested in me.

I never expected to find a team of my own. Or that there would be so many obstacles in our way.

Luckily, Madison won’t have to choose just one man in this contemporary reverse harem where Friday Night Lights and Bridget Jones collide and where—hallelujah—it’s still raining men.

Order now and get First and Ten, book one of A Team of Her Own by a New York Times Bestselling duo. 


I was strong and capable and would get through this just fine.

And if that had to be my mantra for the next few weeks while I worked out how to sell the team, so be it.

I can do this. I can make it work.

I ignored the voice in the back of my head that said, “And if you can’t, maybe you can just find someone else to help you out.”

As I approached the rental car desk, the man working greeted me with a deep, soft, Southern accent, his vowels elongated and the A’s and I’s almost reversed. He checked the length of time I had arranged to rent the car

“One of our long-term rentals,” he noted. “What are you in town for?”

“Business,” I replied. “For a long time—maybe longer than I have the car rented for.” However long it took me to get the team ready to sell.

He nodded. “If you need to extend the rental, you can do that online.”


“Roll Tide or War Eagle?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

Did that have something to do with extending the rental, too? “Pardon me?”

He repeated himself, and I stared back at him blankly.

“Alabama or Auburn?” he clarified, which wasn’t clarifying anything.

“I don’t know what that means.”

He rattled a plastic cup full of burgundy and orange flags. “I’m asking which team you go for. For a flag. For your car.”

I had no idea what I would do with a flag for my car, or how I was supposed to answer. “I am so sorry, but I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said.

He spoke very slowly, as if to someone who had a serious mental deficiency. “Your flag shows your support for the football team of your choice.”

Great. I was in one of the only states in the country where everyone had an opinion about football. Except maybe Texas. I had some vague idea that they might be as knowledgeable about football as people from Alabama. Then again, that might just have been because I knew Friday Night Lights was set there. Which I had never watched because it was about football.

It suddenly occurred to me that I did have a football team that I could go for. “I go for the Birmingham Yellowhammers,” I said brightly.

The rental agent shook his head sadly. But he reached under the counter and pulled out his small bucket of yellow flags. “Don’t get much call for these around here.”

“But this is Birmingham.”

“The Hammers suck.”

About the Authors

Erin Hayes

Sci-fi junkie, video game nerd, and wannabe manga artist Erin Hayes writes a lot of things. Sometimes she writes books.

She works as an advertising copywriter by day, and she’s an award-winning New York Times Bestselling Author by night. She has lived in New Zealand, Hawaii, Texas, Alabama, and now San Francisco with her husband, cat, and a growing collection of geek paraphernalia.

You can reach her at erinhayesbooks@gmail.com and she’ll be happy to chat. Especially if you want to debate Star Wars.

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Twitter: twitter.com/erinhayes5399

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Margo Bond Collins

USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and New York Times bestselling author Margo Bond Collins is a former college English professor who, tired of explaining the difference between “hanged” and “hung,” turned to writing romance novels instead. (Sometimes her heroines kill monsters, too.)

Read More from Margo


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Instagram: www.instagram.com/margobondcollins


Keywords: #NewRelease #ReverseHarem #ContemporaryRomance #RomCom

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Teaching for Savvy Authors Next Week!

Teaching online classes is becoming a thing for me. How odd is that?  

I love to teach in person, face-to-face. There is a special satisfaction to be gained from seeing a student’s face and feeling the excitement of comprehension. In today’s world that isn’t always possible. I have been teaching students on Skype. It’s a cool way to make the separation of miles less of an issue. I still catch the excitement of understanding that blooms sometimes! 

I even dipped my toe into teaching through webinars. I’ll do it again soon.I just need to work out the technical parts that have nothing to do with teaching. 

Teaching online seems like a thing I can’t let pass me by, so I taught through two weekend online mini-conferences and two classes classes for RWA online chapters.

Savvy Authors is a bigger deal! To learn more about the group check here. https://savvyauthors.com/blog/.

Starting August 22, I will work on debunking some “rules”, while showing ways we can improve our writing using those “rules” in practical ways.  We will begin with “as clauses”. They aren’t bad as long as we use them the right way and don’t overuse them!

Week 1 will consist of working with “as clauses” so writers can see ways to replace as many as possible.Students will have the opportunity to improve material provided by the instructor and to offer work for us to help them improve.

Week 2 will deal with myths about passive voice and being verbs. The instructor will give rules, explanations, examples, and ways to select the best times to delete or keep passive voice and being verbs.

Week 3 will offer cures for ing verb indigestion.  We will look at issues overuse of those ing verbs can cause.

Week 4 “And, but, and or” independent clauses will rule and fall as we find better conjunctions to use for them.



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Summer Inspiration From Our Farm in the Shenandoah Valley

I am sooo re-blogging this! Your writing inspires with it’s beauty.

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

Summer days on the farm sail by like clouds in the blue. Each morning brings a fresh look to our familiar  scenery. The sights that greet us have comforting continuity and yet are ever-changing.

Breaking dawn and soon after is the best time of day. Nightly slumber renews the garden, beading every leaf and blossom with dew. Cows amble in the sparkling meadow, and the pond swims with waterfowl… It’s the garden of Eden time.

(Lilies with the barn in back.)

Pastoral charm and flowery nooks beckon and I get out my camera phone. Suspicious geese flee the crazy lady unless I sneak up on them. Fussy bunch. Summer sounds create a symphony while I dart around picture-taking. Birds sing, roosters crow, cows bawl, geese fuss… The cooing of mourning doves is a continual background note, and we have an insane mockingbird who runs through every tune he knows. Repeatedly. The…

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Ann Everett, “Overwriting”, and TRUE

Delicious Picnic Spread

Welcome, Ann Everett. Thanks for stopping by here on your way home from the Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors blog. Instead of a fireplace I have a picnic. There are fried chicken and potato salad inside the basket.

The colors on this cover really pop! She’s cute but he’s hot!


Did you know these things about Ann?

Ann Everett writes about small-town Texas where the women are sassy enough to say what they want, and the men are panty-melting hot with plenty of southern charm.

She’s an Amazon bestselling author. She’s won awards. She’s a top reviewer on a major writing website, and a regular speaker at Wordwyse Exposytions.

She’s married to her high school sweetheart.

A really sharp pencil makes her happy.

She secretly wants to get a tattoo. (Not a secret anymore SNORT)

She believes everyone should own a pair of cowboy boots.

She’s thankful wrinkles aren’t painful.

She sucks at math.

Now you can get to work, Ann.

Overwriting: A Common Mistake

Overwriting is a mistake all new writers make. They use more words than necessary to get their point across.  Here are some examples:

Wrangler Joe pulled his gun belt tight around his waist and buckled it.

See anything wrong with that sentence? Where else do you wear a belt other than your waist? Also, if you change the common verb pulled to a stronger one, the reader gets a better picture.

Wrangler Joe cinched his gun belt tight and buckled it.

Here’s another one.

“You shot me, you idiot!” she screamed, as she pulled a gun from her purse and fired at Joe.

The exclamation point tells us she’s screaming, so the reader doesn’t need a tag/attribution.

Try it this way:

“You shot me, you idiot!” She rummaged in her purse, pulled out a gun and returned fire.

Let’s add some description and make it even better.

“You shot me, you idiot!” She rummaged in her purse, produced a small pearl-handled pistol, and returned fire.

Here are a few more common overwriting mistakes:

She stared up at the ceiling.

Is a ceiling any other place than up? Same thing with ceiling fan. Just stare at it. Don’t stare up at it.

He sat down on the sofa.

Can you sit on a sofa any other way than down? You can sit up in bed. You can straighten in a chair. You can plop onto a bar stool. Watch for unneeded words.

She stood on the balcony and looked down below.

Choose one or the other, down or below. They mean the same thing so only one is needed. Same goes for up above.

Here’s a paragraph with so much description, it over-powers the reason for the sentence.

Jane walked briskly across the high-polished wooden floor of the sunbathed gallery, darting her eyes from painting to painting hung on the bland, white walls as she grabbed her art history book from the upholstered bench where she’d left it the day before.

 The reader doesn’t need to know, nor do they care about high-polished wooden floors, upholstered furniture, or bland, white walls. The whole reason for the sentence is to have the character return to the gallery for her book.

Jane returned to the gallery and retrieved the book she’d left there.

However, if the sunlight or polished floors remind her of something that pertains to her past and triggers an important thread of the tale, then show the part that causes that. But don’t get so bogged down in writing descriptions just for the sake of description, that you lose the meaning of your story. It’s true. In writing, less is more.

Example: Jane’s heels clicked across the polished wooden floor of the gallery. Dreams of having her own work displayed on the bland, white walls excited her. What a silly notion. Maybe Mom was right. Jane would never be good enough. Moving to the bench, she grabbed her art history book she’d left the day before.

 If some of that description can be worked into Jane’s thoughts about her past or an experience she’s had, then it won’t sound as if it’s just word filler. Because of that addition, the reader learns Jane and her mom don’t have a good relationship, and Jane has always fallen short in her mother’s eyes.

**Information taken from Body Language: A Quick Reference for Character Action and Description. Written by Ann Everett.

A little about Ann:

Ann Everett writes about small-town Texas where the women are sassy enough to say what they want, and the men are panty-melting hot with plenty of southern charm.

She’s an Amazon bestselling author. She’s won awards. She’s a top reviewer on a major writing website, and a regular speaker at Wordwyse Exposytions. No need to bore you with the details. Here are ten things about her more interesting than accolades.

She’s married to her high school sweetheart.

Excerpt from True:

Richard and Lisa’s voices returned to normal. Soon they’d come out, and True couldn’t face them. No, she had to leave, so she willed her body into action and sprinted down the hall, to the elevator, and out of the building.

She didn’t remember getting into her car or driving home, but now, she shoved open the door to her apartment and hurled his expensive Corinthian leather attaché to the hardwood floor with so much force it opened. Papers flew into the air.

This couldn’t be happening. Why did she always pick cheaters?

She fell to her knees, laughing and crying at the same time. Her brain was on fire. She shouldn’t have gone to his office but thought he might need the briefcase. No, going there was a good thing. If not, she wouldn’t know about Lisa. True sucked in a breath, then exhaled as she raked the spilled contents into a pile.

What was all this? Passports. Properties. An offshore bank account? She picked up the stapled document and studied it. Ten million dollars? Impossible. Other than splurging on a sports car, he was the most frugal man she knew. His apartment could barely seat four people, and his suits came from department stores. No fancy Rolex either.

 She was no financial expert—but Dad was. She grabbed her phone, spread the papers and took pictures of everything, then emailed them to herself. Tomorrow, she’d send them to Dad.

As fast as she could, she packed a suitcase. No way she’d stay here. What she’d heard made it clear. He’d been having an affair from the beginning. Why start dating me if he was already with Lisa? None of it made sense.

Fifteen minutes later, she sped down the highway headed to… She didn’t know. Talk about cursed. Bad enough Richard was a cheater, but possibly a criminal, too? She’d have to go back into therapy.


Sometimes it takes losing everything…

True Shanahan must be the unluckiest woman in the world. Either that or she’s cursed. After another failed relationship, True leaves Dallas with a broken heart and new attitude. It’s time to walk on the wild side. But when she makes a wrong turn and ends up in Bluebird, Texas, the only man she wants is anything but reckless.

…to find all you’ve ever wanted.

Ritter Malone is the town’s favorite son and has the local hero awards to prove it. Seems he’s always in the right place at the right time. But when he crosses paths with True, his life takes a turn he never sees coming. Her songwriting skills may be questionable, but her ability to turn him inside out is indisputable.

Welcome to Bluebird, Texas.

Where a chance meeting gives two people a chance at love.

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Torturing Your Characters! Grab Your Rocks and Boulders!

Come toss rocks at your characters with me! This time it’s a good thing, so you won’t get into trouble. You still have a FEW days to sign up! I posted my first lesson late last night.

06/11/2018 – 07/08/2018

Torturing Your Characters


When To Chase Your Characters up Trees and Toss Rocks at Them

Presenter: Mary Marvella

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So you have wonderful characters and a compelling story, NICE! Things are going well and you could write pages of relationship building, or show us how brilliant your villain is, or how smart your hero is, or let the detective wax clever for pages. Should you? No matter what your genre is, you need to keep things happening, up the ante, or find conflicts that are organic to the characters and the story. You could and should use your characters’ weaknesses to chase them up trees and toss rocks at them.

We will look at the kinds of conflict we can find or create for our characters. Something as simple as having the heroine cook a dish with an ingredient that makes the hero sick can get in the way of what they want. Having the detective caught in the middle of a traffic jam on the way to prevent a villain from committing a crime or escaping will keep readers worried.

Four lessons, one a week for four weeks, will allow students to explore ways to add conflicts or create road blocks that aren’t clichés and will prop up sagging middles and add depth to stories.

Students will share examples and offer suggestions for each other.




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4 Fun Facts about Memorial Day

Pink Fuzzy Slippers Authors

In 2018, Memorial Day is celebrated on Monday, May 28th.

Memorial Day is an annual federal holiday in the United States. It is a day set aside for remembering our American soldiers who have died in military service.

Did you know?

1. Over 2 dozen cities claim to be the birthplace of Memorial Day?

2. Memorial Day was originally called Decoration Day?

3. The first state to recognize the Memorial Day holiday was New York in 1873?

4. In 1915, Moina Michael, inspired by the poem, “In Flanders Fields,” wrote her own poem:

“We cherish, too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies.”

Thus beginning the idea of wearing red poppies on Memorial Day in honor of those who died during the war.

The perfect read for Memorial Day weekend, 1-800-CUPID, my sweet…

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Cheerleader Dad for 99 Cents This Week #MFRWHooks,

Now sitting at the table with her allowed him time to study her high cheekbones and smooth skin. Loose strands of hair escaped their braid. She had the face of an angel. It’s even prettier up close. Dangerously so.

Though Jessie had seen Alex several times he’d been unprepared for her mother’s delicate, natural blond beauty. Alex’s curly brown hair and dark brown eyes would mature into beauty, but couldn’t be as striking as her mother’s blond hair or dark-lashed amber eyes. Lily seemed skittish, maybe as aware of him as he was of her. She didn’t look directly into his eyes, almost as if she was shy.

“Mr. Richmond–” she began.

“Uh,uh. My friends call me Jesse, remember?”

Her brows arched, her mouth quirked to one side. “How do I know I’ll be your friend?”

For a moment he wanted her to be more than his friend. What would she think about that?

Mr, Richmond, you’ll probably need help getting uniform things together for Jaycee. I’ll be glad to help. You’re welcome to join Alex and me, if you wish.”

“Thanks.” He grinned at what he thought might be a favor as much as a challenge. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d shopped for girl’s stuff. He hoped he would be near his mother or sisters when the time came for bras and such. His mother had already had the talk about feminine stuff with Jaycee. Supplies purchased by Jesse’s older sister occupied their shelf in Jaycee’s bathroom. Embarrassing area of thought for an unmarried man, even one with two sisters and a mother.

Lily wondered if the red staining Jesse’s face and neck had anything to do with the fact that their knees and legs kept touching. Surely he wasn’t embarrassed by the closeness, or was he? Maybe he would have preferred to be in a more adult setting, or with a more sophisticated companion.

He probably had women trailing after him. She’d be willing to bet he knew how to please a woman. He’d know those special places to touch, to… Lily flushed as heat swept her body. She tried to avoid looking at the man who had innocently stirred her fantasies, awakening feelings long buried.

She’d learned most men didn’t understand her need to stand on her own feet or her devotion to her daughter. They wanted more than she was willing to give, too soon.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She had to apologize for her lapse of attention. The man spoke and she hadn’t heard a word he said.

“Guess I was boring you.” He raised a dark eyebrow.

“No, really, please go on.”

His grin was winsome as he shrugged. “Taking over the dairy farm implements company and moving have taken a lot of my time, but Jaycee has been great about everything. She’s really a little trouper. You’ve been a godsend, Lily. It’s too bad my daughter didn’t have a mother like you.”

Immediately, Jesse wished he could take back that last admission. He hadn’t mentioned Jaycee’s mother to anyone outside his family and he wasn’t ready to discuss her with a stranger, especially one as sweet and innocent as Lily seemed. Especially one who made him think about satin sheets, and the way her body would look in his bed, the way her hair had smelled of sunshine and wildflowers when he’d held her for that second in the gym.

Lily was nothing like the self-centered woman who had placed her career over him, marriage, and raising his child. If I were going to choose a mother for Jaycee, I’d have chosen someone like Lily. Lily seemed like the kind of woman to spoil and make babies with. Get a grip.

“So you’re a farmer? An Engineer? An inventor?” Resisting a smirk, Lily raised an eyebrow at the idea of Jesse as a farmer. He’d do a lot for dirty jeans, or even overalls with no shirt. She must be losing it.

“Used to be, yes, and sort of. Your turn to fess up.” Jesse grinned at her. “What about you?”

“You want to know what I do when I’m not chauffeuring my daughter around? I plan fund raisers for charities and decorate offices and areas needing a special touch.”

“I’ve never met anyone who made a living like that in such a small town.” He didn’t know small town charities paid salaries or needed much specialty decorating. She seemed to have plenty of time to take the girls where they needed to go. For that he was grateful. She’d make a perfect wife and a good mother for Jaycee. Dependable, caring, loving. Too bad he couldn’t just shop for the woman he needed and make a practical arrangement. No one would lose, everyone could win. Whoa. Too much, too fast. “You’re an interior decorator?”

Lily smiled. He seemed more concerned than nosy. “Not exactly. I’m on retainers for two hospitals and several civic groups. My salaries are more than earned when I save money by finding donors of services and items and get publicity for all concerned. I make some of the things. I donate some. Patrons hire me on a personal basis and pay well when they need someone to decorate their homes.”

“What does Mr. Alexander do for a living?” Though Jesse had the impression from Alex that there was no father in the picture, he wanted to be sure. He couldn’t exactly ask, “By the way, do you have a husband who’ll be jealous if I spend a lot of time with you? Hit me if I touch you?”

“There is no Mr. Alexander in our lives. I support my daughter and me.”

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