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New York Times author Carly Phillips.
There's a place where the ocean meets the shore, where kicking off your shoes and baring some skin is as natural as sneaking under the boardwalk for an ice cream cone and stolen kisses. But life isn't all a beach for Shaye Cates, even if her idea of an office is a shady umbrella at the water's edge equipped with cell phone and laptop. Steely-eyed Trace Saunders is the incredibly irksome fly in her coconut tanning oil. And running a kids' softball team with her long-time rival is going to have everyone in her little Florida town buzzing. Her scads of laid-back relatives and his whole uptight clan know that Shaye just wants to play ball while Trace thinks only of business. But beneath the twinkling lights of the ferris wheel, the magic of sea and sand can sweep away every inhibition...Suddenly, it's summertime, and the lovin' is easy.
BOOK LIST: The Richmond Rogues baseball romances - Squeeze Play, Curveball, Strike Zone, and Sliding Home - are now available as e-books on Kindle, Nook, Smashwords and most digital sites! Enjoy! These books are no longer in print, except as used copies on Amazon or eBay. Ho-Humbug-Ho, the novella from the anthology Santa, Honey! features ballplayer Alex Boxer. The Christmas short story is digital, too. Sweet Spot - Available in print and e-book.
Barefoot William Series: No Tan Lines, No Strings Attached and No Sunshine When She's Gone.
Anthologies: Unwrapped; He's The One; Sugar Cookie Sweetheart Swap.
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ABOUT ME: I live in Beautiful Naples on the Gulf of Mexico, Florida. I love the sunshine, as well as the seasonal summer thunderstorms. I'm a morning person. I enjoy brunch. I'm an animal lover and avid reader. I laugh a lot. My birthday's in March, I'm an Aries. My favorite color is purple. My lucky number is 25. My favorite holiday is Thanksgiving. My office has lots of plants: bamboo, Elephant Ear, and TickleMe. I buy a fresh bouquet of flowers each week. I enjoy going to the movies. Try to read a book each week. Love museums. Can make popcorn a meal. Love Starbucks. I eat Rice Krispies for the 'snap, crackle, pop'. I spend hours at book stores. Like Saturday morning cartoons. Watch General Hospital. Favorite evening TV shows include: Castle, Supernatural, Big Bang Theory. Reality TV: Dancing With the Stars, Big Brother, Survivor. I've been fortunate to have the same editor throughout my career: the very innovative and savvy Alicia Condon. Authors I read outside romance: Carl Hiaasen, Stuart Woods (Stone Barrington series), and Richard Castle.
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NO BREAKING MY HEART - Booklist ** STARRED REVIEW! **
“Star right fielder Halo Todd is the team’s ultimate ladies’ man, but this is the first time a woman dressed as a chicken has asked him to put on a rooster’s costume and pose as her fiancé for a TV game show. Turnabout is fair play, so now it’s Alyn Jane’s turn to pose as his fiancée to keep his many adoring and ohso- willing female fans at bay. In exchange, Halo will give Alyn the seed money for the antique store she’s always wanted. Alyn is hesitant about their deal, because she’s still reeling after her father died, her fiancé dumped her, and her business partner cleaned out their joint bank account. However, when she sees the mutual affection among Halo and her mother, kid brother, and even their paralyzed dog, Alyn begins to realize that this playboy is maturing into the real deal. A second romance between the third baseman, Landon Kane, and the town photographer adds another layer of love. A perfect balance of playfulness and poignancy, this continues Angell’s hilarious and heartwarming series set in the beachfront town of Barefoot William, Florida (No One Like You, 2015).”
'Angell is known for her charming beach reads.' - Kirkus Reviews
Halo Todd stared at the woman dressed in the chicken costume. At least, he assumed she was female. Feminine voice. Short in stature. Indeterminable age. She wore a padded yellow, feathered jumpsuit with orange leg covers and spiky chicken toes. The head cover had a red wattle. A sharp black beak.
Six-fifteen a.m. on a Monday morning, and she paced outside Jacy’s Java, a popular coffee shop in historic Richmond, Virginia. Brick buildings and sidewalks. Gas streetlights and narrow avenues. A hint of dawn was on the horizon. He’d purchased a double espresso in preparation for his drive south.
The Rogues were about to begin spring training in Barefoot William, Florida. He played right field. It was the second week in February. Pitchers and catchers had already reported. Position players had another week.
The morning was chill. Fifty degrees. Overcast skies. A stiff wind blew from the north, ruffling the chicken’s feathers. Who the hell was she? He scratched his head, asked, “Do I know you?” He had, on occasion, slept with women and not known their names. He would have remembered a chicken.