Pete Sebastain, Coach by Jean Joachim

PETE SEBASTAIN, COACH
By: Jean Joachim

Release Date: 6/19/2015

About the book:
 Love Stories that take your breath
away.

Pete Sebastian, Coach Bass to his team,
thought he had his life under control
until smart, alluring Jo Parker sashayed
into a front office job with the
Connecticut Kings. He locks horns with
the beautiful female when she
implements new ideas to clean-up the
team’s rep. Was she there just to push
him around or was she the one woman
he’s been seeking?
Struggling toward success in the man’s-
man world of the NFL, Jo Parker has
relied on her brains and determination
to get ahead. But her new job at the Kings has one hurdle she hadn’t
counted on – a sexy coach standing in her way. How can she keep her
mind on her job when all she wants is to get closer, much closer, to the
Can Coach Bass handle a woman in the boardroom and the bedroom?
Can he keep his heart safe or will the revelation of a secret destroy his
dreams, leaving him alone once more?
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About the Author: Jean Joachim is a best-selling romance fiction
author, with books hitting the Amazon Top 100 list since 2012. She
writes mostly contemporary romance, which includes sports romance
and romantic suspense.
 The Renovated Heart won Best Novel of the Year from Love Romances
Café. Lovers & Liars was a RomCon finalist in 2013. And The Marriage
List tied for third place as Best Contemporary Romance from the Gulf
Coast RWA. To Love or Not to Love tied for second place in the 2014
New England Chapter of Romance Writers of America Reader’s Choice
contest. She was chosen Author of the Year in 2012 by the New York
City chapter of RWA.
Married and the mother of two sons, Jean lives in New York City. Early
in the morning, you’ll find her at her computer, writing, with a cup of
tea, her rescued pug, Homer, by her side and a secret stash of black
 Jean has 30+ books, novellas and short stories published. Find them
here: http://www.jeanjoachimbooks.com
Excerpt:
“I’d never hurt you. Never. No matter what happened,” he said, leaning
back against the wall.
“Even if I broke it off between us and started dating someone else?
Someone on the team?”
He sucked in a breath. “That would be tough to swallow. I might be
pissed off, plenty pissed off, but I’d never try to get you fired or
anything.”
“Or sabotage me? Or a project I was working on?”
“Nope. Not my style. In fact, I’m usually the one to leave.”
She laughed again. “Really? That’s funny. Then, you have no experience
and don’t know what you’d do.”
“Hell, I’ve been living with myself for forty-two years. I know what I
wouldn’t do.”
She sauntered over to him and gazed up into his eyes. “It’s funny what
passion turned backward can do.”
“Not remove all my standards.”
“You like to win.”
“On the field.”
“I’ve had enough women to know each one is not necessarily the last.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to insult you,” he said, and hugged her to him.
“God, you smell good,” he whispered into her hair.
“You didn’t. I get it.”
“You’re different.”
“Oh? I thought I was just another woman who came along.”
“Nope. You’re beautiful, smart, and know the game. That’s unique.”
“Thanks.” She closed her eyes and lost herself in his arms again. He
stroked her back. Jo lifted her head and eased out of his embrace.
“Coffee’s done its job. I think I’d better go…while I can.”
He nodded. “I’ll get your coat and walk you to your car.” He held her
wrap while she slipped her arms in the sleeves then closed his around
her, bent, and kissed her neck. Jo shifted her head back to rest on his
shoulder. The feather-soft feel of his lips made her tremble.
“Sorry,” he said, straightening up. “I must have been a vampire in
another life. Can’t resist a pretty neck.”
When she turned, he grabbed her and kissed her with raw passion,
angling his head to deepen it. He stole her breath. Then, it was over.
Eyes bright with lust met her own. One more date and I’m a goner. He
opened the door and let her go first.
“Thank you for the dinner.” He shut her car door.
She rolled down her window, but before she could speak, he was kissing
her again, his hand cupping her cheek. Then, there was nothing but cool
“Call me when you get home. So I’ll know you arrived safely.”
She nodded and shifted into reverse. Driving down the lonely road
home, thoughts tumbled through her mind. Disorganized, jumbled,
sensuous, hormonal ideas flashed before her. Jo had always been
buttoned up. She had learned by the time she was eight to keep her
room in order and her school projects as well.
Organization is the backbone of success, she’d told herself a thousand
times. But now, she was a muddled, unorganized mess, a mass of
feelings that ran the gamut from happy to terrified. It was as if she had
tried to put her foot in a shoe that was the wrong size. This manner of
being wasn’t the Josephine Parker she knew. This was a primitive
animal that wanted to give in to lust, no matter what the cost.
But the sight, the taste, the feel, and the scent of the man were beyond
tempting, mesmerizing her, seducing her. His confidence, his slow kiss,
promised a bedroom experience like none she’d ever had before. And
she wanted it. She wanted him. She wanted to give herself to him, all
night long, to taste and be tasted by, to reach ecstasy with, and to make
love to until sunrise.
This new feeling shook her to her roots. A part of her broke through the
controlled, distant, untrusting, business-like Josephine Parker and
became the lusty, sensuous Jo Parker who had to have this man—damn
the consequences. It scared the crap out of her.