Illegal Use of Hands

Illegal Use of Hands

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"Quarterback SneakWhen Stacy Halligan is dumped by her boyfriend just before Valentine’s Day, she’s in desperate need of a date of the office party—where her ex will be front and center with his new hot babe. Max, the hot quarterback next door who secretly loves her and sees this as his chance. But he only has until Valentine’s Day to score a touchdown. Unnecessary RoughnessRyan McCabe, sexy football star, is hiding from a media disaster, while Kaitlyn Ross is trying to resurrect her career as a magazine writer. Renting side by side cottages on the Gulf of Mexico, neither is prepared for the electricity that sparks between them…until Ryan discovers Kaitlyn’s profession, and, convinced she’s there to chase him for a story, cuts her out of his life. Getting past this will take the football play of the century. Sideline InfractionSarah York has tried her best to forget her hot one night stand with football star Beau Perini. When she accepts the job as In House counsel for the Tampa Bay Sharks, the last person she expects to see is their newest hot star—none other than Beau. The spark is definitely still there but Beau has a personal life with a host of challenges. Is their love strong enough to overcome them all?Illegal Use of Hands is created by Desiree Holt, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author."

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

PART ONE: Quarterback Sneak

"All men are assholes."

Stacy Halligan slouched in a corner of her couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. A half-finished glass of wine—her third—rested on the side table by her hand. Somehow, the smooth flavor of the merlot hadn't eased the sharp edge of pain she rode. Instead, it tasted more like vinegar.

"I assume present company excepted?" Max Sullivan, stretched out in her big armchair, grinned at her, and took a swallow of beer.

"You're just a man in the generic meaning of the word," she grumped.

His smile disappeared. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get your shorts in a twist." Stacy levered herself up and took a sip of the wine, making a face. "I mean, you have all the right equipment." She ran her gaze over his tall, muscular body. "At least, I assume you do, since I haven't seen it firsthand. But I never think of you as a man. Exactly."

He frowned. "And exactly how do you think of me?"

"You're my best friend. My bud. My comfort zone." She flopped a hand at him. "You know. We hang out together. Drink beer and eat pizza. Tell each other shit. I don't have to worry if my makeup's messed up or I'm wearing the right clothes."

"Yeah?" Max cocked his head. "I'm not sure if I should be flattered or insulted."

Stacy scowled. What bothered him tonight? Usually he sat there listening while she vented about her latest romantic disaster, making appropriate comments. At least, appropriate to her.

They'd been neighbors for three years, ever since she bought the condo next to his. When he came over to introduce himself and she learned he was a football player, backup quarterback for the city's NFL team, the Warriors, she blew him off. She had been ready to write him off as a muscle-bound jerk who used and discarded women and barely had room to fit himself and his ego in the same room.

Max, however, was persistent in his and actually turned out to be a nice guy with a great sense of humor. Since neither of them seemed to fit the other's dating profile, they didn't have to do the usual mating dance. Instead, they became very comfortable together, hanging out on weekends when they had no other plans, helping out when circumstances called for it.

Like now, when her latest so-called romance crashed and burned like a comet falling from the sky.

She liked Max. Really liked him. He made no demands on her except to take in his mail and keep an eye on his place when he traveled with the team. In return, he provided refreshments on nights like tonight when her life fragmented again and she needed someone to help her pick up the pieces.

How did she make such consistently poor choices where men were concerned? You'd think the feature writer for a woman's magazine would have a better grasp of what men were all about. Would have a stronger bullshit meter. But no, she simply kept going from one disaster to another. Maybe it came from being the gray dove to a peacock of an older sister. Or a hangover from college where her roommate barely passed her classes yet scored very high in hot men. So she'd concentrated on her writing, her career, secretly hoping some man would come along and coax her out of her bland environment.

Unfortunately, she chose men very unwisely.

Assholes.

Why couldn't she fall for someone like Max? And why suddenly think of Max and romance in the same breath?

She had to admit he was damn appealing, with his tall, muscular athlete's body. Mouthwatering, even in the ragged T-shirt and worn jeans he wore. His midnight black hair, the thick kind women loved to run their fingers through, and his ocean blue eyes, framed by equally dark eyebrows and lashes, were what romance novels would call mesmerizing. Lips that looked as if they knew their way around a woman's mouth.

Jeez, Stacy. Get over it. What's with you? This is Max. Solid, comfortable, dependable Max. My brain must be cooked because of my latest self-inflicted disaster.

"Stacy?"

She blinked, suddenly aware he spoke to her.

"Huh?" She blinked again. "What?"

"Where did you go in that pretty head of yours? You zoned right out on me."

Giving herself a mental shake, she reached for the wine again. One word stuck in her mind.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Max tilted his head, studying her. "Of course I do. You're a damn fine looking woman."

"Oh, great. Damn fine looking. You sound like you're describing my mother. Or worse, my grandmother." She lifted her wine glass then set it back down. It had truly lost its flavor for her tonight.

Max set his beer on the floor beside him and hitched forward in his chair.

"What's this really all about, Stace? Is it that jerk, Kurt? I told you he was a loser. You should have listened to me."

"You say that about every man I introduce you to," she pointed out.

"Maybe you take up with the wrong men," he suggested.

"What?" She gritted her teeth. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Don't get your panties in a twist. It's just that ever since I've known you, the men you hook up with have been asswipes."

"Asswipes? Good word. I like that better than assholes."

"Anyway, you've had breakups before. Plenty since I've known you. What's so bad about the latest one that it's got you all uptight?"

She chewed on her bottom lip. How could she explain it to him? She shared the blame. She obviously didn't put thought into the men she chose or the relationships that developed with them. She spent so much time on assignments for the magazine she just hadn't put the right kind of effort into her dating situation.

She already knew the other females at work thought her a dating loser. When they talked about hot weekends, she slugged down nonfat decaf lattes and wrapped herself in the misery of her latest breakup. She'd stopped contributing to their dating adventure stories since hers always had such pathetic endings. Why couldn't she hold onto a man?

Kurt was merely the latest mistake, but also the worst. She never should have dated someone on the staff, especially the hot marketing guy everyone lusted over. Her problem? Flattered he asked her out, she'd ignored the warnings from her colleagues that she was not his type and she'd just get hurt. Not his type? What the hell did that mean? Did they have such a low opinion of her because she didn't flaunt her body and make an ass of herself the way a lot of the other females did? Well, whatever. Now, not only had she been dumped but she'd also been exposed to a humiliation way too public for her satisfaction. She did her best to ignore the I-told-you-so looks even as she imagined all the whispered comments.

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Illegal Use of Hands by Desiree Holt is a spicy sports romance novel. It tells the story of Stacy breaking up with her boyfriend and Max, a sexy quarterback secretly in love with her. Will they score a touchdown? Then there is Ryan, a football star that falls for Kaitlyn, a magazine writer. Can Ryan get over his phobia of the media? And last, Sarah and Ross. They shared one unforgettable night. Will they manage to find each other and hook up permanently? Love is fair in life and sports. Will these participants achieve their goals?

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Catrina Spertino
I enjoyed these short stories immensely so good!
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Mine
Sexy & fun! 3 short stories that make you want more from this author. Well Done!
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Allie
Wow, wow, wow… Three short amazing sizzling HOT stories in one book. Well written, very descriptive and worth reading. Minor editing needed.
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Miley
Three short stories. Books are complete with endings. 3rd book needs editing. The team name and owner changes a couple times. Definitely worth reading. Very Steamy and descriptive scenes.
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graciela.castano.l
I loved this short stories. Full of romance, drama, spicy moments. Nice job author!
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59 Chapters
Chapter 1
PART ONE: Quarterback Sneak"All men are assholes."Stacy Halligan slouched in a corner of her couch, feet propped up on the coffee table. A half-finished glass of wine—her third—rested on the side table by her hand. Somehow, the smooth flavor of the merlot hadn't eased the sharp edge of pain she rode. Instead, it tasted more like vinegar."I assume present company excepted?" Max Sullivan, stretched out in her big armchair, grinned at her, and took a swallow of beer."You're just a man in the generic meaning of the word," she grumped.His smile disappeared. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?""Don't get your shorts in a twist." Stacy levered herself up and took a sip of the wine, making a face. "I mean, you have all the right equipment." She ran her gaze over his tall, muscular body. "At least, I assume you do, since I haven't seen it firsthand. But I never think of you as a man. Exactly."He frowned. "And exactly how do you think of me?""You're my best friend. My bud. M
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Chapter 2
"Stacy?" Max prompted her again, his voice gentle. "Aren't you the same woman who's been telling me for three years romance is nothing but a myth made up by greeting card companies and florists? The one who keeps saying it's a line that men hand out to women? That you didn't have time for more than meaningless sex and a lot of laughs?""It was easier that way," she mumbled."Excuse me? I can't hear you." He cupped his ear. "Could you repeat that, please?""You heard me. I said, it's easier. You guys are all alike. All you want is a lot of laughs and a lot of sex and then a handshake when it's over. Or maybe not even the handshake. So if I don't take things seriously, I don't get hurt.""Let's be clear. When you say 'you guys,' I assume you're lumping me in with the general male population?""If the shoe fits."He stared. "I think I'm insulted. How the hell would you know if I'm like that? Do you follow me around?"Her cheeks heated again. "No, of course not. But I see the parade
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Chapter 3
I have to be out of my fucking mind.Max studied the woman across from him and wondered what level of insanity prompted him to speak so freely. Putting his hand in a vat of boiling water might cause less distress, yet he couldn't seem to stop himself.His very well-kept secret was he'd wanted Stacy Halligan from the day she moved in next door to him. His first glimpse of her—trim figure clad in cutoffs hugging a very sweet ass, a ragged University of Michigan T-shirt, thick auburn hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, kissable lips in a face free of makeup that he sure didn't think it needed.Even then, she'd had attitude. The movers carried in the heavy pieces for her, but she seemed determined to haul the stuff from her car herself, refusing help when the movers offered. The day was hot and within an hour she'd sweated through that T-shirt, her nipples like sweet cherries nudging the soft fabric. And every time she bent over to get another armful from the trunk or the back seat, t
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Chapter 4
"Um, no." Finally, she snapped out of her trance. "No, I don't hate it.""Then what's with the funny expression on your face?"She gave an unsteady chuckle. "I'm stunned you would make such an offer. For me. Like this.""Hey." He tried to smooth his features. "That's what friends are for, right?""Don't you have your own women to romance? Do all the romance crap with? I'd hate for some jealous female to show up and scratch my eyes out.""No." He shrugged. "No one special.""And what about all the stuff the Warriors always do over holidays? For instance, I happen to know the owner and his wife have a huge party every year. Remember, we did a story about it last year?""One night. Big deal. When's your shindig?""On Valentine's Day itself. A week from Saturday.""Well, there you are." He leaned back and took a calming sip of his beer. "The Warriors party is on Friday night. No conflict. Anyway, all I have to do is put in an appearance there then split." His eyes lit up. "Hey! Why don't y
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Chapter 5
Stacy frowned at the disheveled pile of clothes on her bed. She had already chosen and discarded four different outfits. What did one wear to lunch, anyway, with a very sexy guy who pretended to be your guy to raise your hot babe quotient? All the outfits were somehow wrong: too fussy, too plain, too businesslike—What the hell? I am in business—or too casual.Why couldn't she simply pull some kind of ensemble together today without all the dithering?Because Max, the devil, had said, "Wear something sexy."Max. The man whose goodnight kiss had left her wanting to get naked with him and leap onto his cock. The thought startled her so she nearly dropped the clothes she held. Then another thought hit her.And wouldn't that just shock the hell out of him?Why on earth have erotic thoughts about Max, anyway? Good old Max. Doing her a favor.Staring at herself standing in her bra and thong before her mirror, she wondered what Max would think of her body. She pinched one of her nipples
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Chapter 6
"Well?" Deedee prodded. "Where did you come up with a guy like this?"Stacy frowned at the other woman. "You don't think I can attract one? Am I so unappealing?""That's not what I meant." Deedee fluffed her hair, a gesture Stacy always found annoying. "Except you never…"I know, I know. I never. "Never mind."The other women around her wore expressions of avid curiosity and pointed to the open box."Have a piece of chocolate, everyone. Have several. I'll never eat it all by myself. If I do, I won't fit behind my desk."The sweet confections were melt-in-your-mouth heavenly. Stacy let one roll around on her tongue, the rich flavor of the chocolate and peppermint exploding. Whoever ordered the delivery deserved a big kiss. She hoped it was Max because she sure had enjoyed that kiss the night before. Even if the unexpected sizzle had totally shocked her.She carried the candy back to her cubicle and booted up her computer, determined to get some work done. She had assignments alre
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Chapter 7
"Think that made an impression?" he asked with a grin."More like a sinkhole," she told him now that she could catch her breath. "Wow!""The guy in your office who glared as if he wanted to shoot me. I take it he's resident asshole?"She nodded. "That's Kurt.""Forgive me for saying so, Stacy. That guy even looks like an asshole. I need to talk to you about your taste in men.""Not today, okay?" How to tell him she really wanted to pretend what they were enjoying was a fun, romantic luncheon and she didn't want to talk about Kurt or anyone else? He'd think her nuts. The whole plan was all pretend and she had to keep that in mind. Even though her brain was still fogged from that kiss."I can already tell he's a loser." He hugged her against him and gave her a playful grin. "I'm so much handsomer. And much nicer."Was he only teasing her? More of his usual Max-type jokes? For an insane moment, she wanted this to be real.While she wondered, he kissed her on the cheek. Just a gent
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Chapter 8
He had two weeks to prove to her they were good together, and he planned to pull out all the stops. The night before, when he kissed her, his body stood up and begged for more. Not even in his dreams had he realized how explosive kissing Stacy Halligan would be. Now he wanted more. Of her. In his bed. And in his life.The problem would be convincing her, since their big romance was supposed to be nothing more than an act.Think of it like a football game and put a plan together, with lots of option plays. Maybe even an end around.He chuckled to himself at that."This is very nice of you."Stacy's voice jerked him out of his thoughts. She smiled at him, her plump lips begging for him to take a taste. He wanted to lick every inch of them. He could still feel the aftereffects of their kiss. Both kisses, as a matter of fact.Easy, boy. You're in a public place."I'm having fun." He winked. "What's not to enjoy? A great lunch with a beautiful, sexy lady? I'll bet every man in here w
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Chapter 9
If only he didn't worry so much that his plan would backfire on him. As she headed for the restroom, he took out his cell and punched in a number."Are you crazy?" his friend Arnie asked. "I need more than five minutes to prepare for what you want.""Pretend I'm helping you prepare for the Valentine's Day thing you always do. Don't you need some practice?""No," Arnie snapped. "Not as long as we've been doing it.""Then it should be easy," Max told him. "I have faith, my man. Just ask Josie to help."Arnie laughed. "My wife will do it if only to get a peek at a woman who has you obviously outside your comfort zone.""Whatever. As long as you get it done. Okay?""Yeah, yeah, yeah.""Did you call your office?" he asked when they were back in his car."Yes. When I went to the ladies room." She gave an unsteady little laugh. "They think I'm crazy. I never take off in the middle of the day.""Then maybe it's time you did. If none of those idiots you hung out with talked you into i
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Chapter 10
Stacy was both bewildered and enchanted. She could have objected at any time. If she had told Max she didn't want to go along with whatever he had planned, she knew he'd have taken her home again. She was curious, though, about what came next, as well as about his motive. Maybe she should take Max's advice and shake up her life a little. Setting off on a Valentine's adventure with him offered an enticing way to do it. Besides, the ride was one of the most romantic things anyone had ever done for her. And what could she lose except an afternoon at work?What had prompted this change in plans? Why was he doing it? An unexpected thread of sexual excitement wiggled its way through her body.Ohmigod!Sex and Max? Was that even possible?Still, as the enclosed buggy jostled along over the terrain, music drifting through the space, the memory of their kisses kept replaying in her mind. God, the man could certainly kiss. And that tongue. How would it feel on other parts of her body? Immedi
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