Saturday, September 8, 2012

Jami Davenport Week: Forward Passes Excerpt

I hope everyone has enjoyed Jami Davenport Week here at the Bat Cave.  I'd like to thank Jami for stopping this week to talk romance football.  To conclude the fun, Jami and Burroughs Publishing has given us a snippet of her upcoming release, Forward Passes.  Book two in the Seattle Lumberjacks series, this is the story of hotshot quarterback, Tyler Harris - the Asshole With The Heart Of Gold that featured prominently in the first book, Fourth And Goal.  Enjoy!

Description:
Tyler Harris has it all, but he's not sure he wants it anymore.

With two Championship rings, superstar quarterback Tyler Harris is at the top of his game with nowhere to go but down. He's the best quarterback in the league, not to mention gorgeous, rich, and a self-proclaimed asshole. So why does he feel so detached and apathetic? When a great uncle wills a priceless waterfront estate to Tyler under the stipulation he remain in residence for ninety days, Tyler reluctantly agrees in order to escape a looming scandal.

Hiding out in the run-down mansion with no TV, no Internet, and no cell phone service challenges him to explore other methods of entertainment such as the fiery-haired vixen living next door. The only time Tyler feels alive is when he’s matching wits and trading barbs with the sassy redhead or seducing her in his bed, in his truck, on a picnic table, in a float plane, and anywhere else he can get her naked.

Lavender Mead has good reason to dislike jocks, namely an absentee father who deserted his family to coach college football and her unfortunate penchant for bad boys who play ball for a living and break hearts for a hobby. She vows to steer clear of Tyler’s dangerous charm, but sparing with the arrogant athlete ignites their mutual attraction into hot passion. When they discover just how much they have in common, the truth threatens to rip them apart.
Excerpt:

Chapter 1—What Goes Up

A man about to make pro-football history should be a lot more excited about it.

Like a well-programmed robot, Tyler Harris zeroed in on his receiver, instinctively calculated the distance, and lofted the ball into the air. The second the football left his hands he knew it’d be a touchdown catch. His cousin and the Seattle Lumberjacks top wide receiver, Derek Ramsey, blazed into the end zone, spun around at the exact right moment, and caught the ball.

Ty waited for the smugness, the confidence, the satisfaction to surge through him. He waited for the greatest natural high on earth to engulf him, a high better than the best sex, and that was pretty damn, fucking good.

Usually.

But nothing happened.

Two more minutes to glory. The defense took the field and held the Bruins. The clock ticked off the last seconds until the scoreboard displayed: 00:00.

The stands erupted.  Confetti blinded Tyler in a snowstorm of red, white, and blue. The stuff swirled through the air and stuck to his sweat-soaked uniform. Teammates slapped his back. Coaches hugged him. The roar of the fans deafened him. Sportscasters crammed microphones in his face and barked questions at him. Rabid reporters yanked on his Number Eleven jersey and fought for his attention.

He stood frozen in place, staring at the scoreboard. He felt more like a shell-shocked soldier than a conquering field general who’d led his troops to victory in the final battle and won the war.

Except he wasn’t a general. He was no fucking hero. He’d never risked his life to save others. He’d never tramped through the desert or the jungle not knowing if his next step would be his last. He’d never sacrificed so others could have a better life or even have a life. He was just a guy gifted with an athletic body and a no-quit attitude. He didn’t deserve this: the adulation, the money, the fame, none of it.

But since when did he give a shit if it was deserved or not?

What the fuck was wrong with him?

Every football player lived for this moment from the first second he gripped a football in his hands. It should’ve been the happiest time of his life, a defining moment in a career of defining moments; two Super Bowls under his belt and a sure MVP of the game. He was a future Hall-of-Famer with a lot of gas left in his tank, still in his prime, not yet thirty years old. The press touted him as the hottest QB in the league.

Nowhere to go from here but—

--down.

Nothing had been the same since Ryan died. Try as he might, he couldn’t find his passion for the game, for life, for anything. Hell, not even for sex.

Like a disembodied spirit, he observed the scene, detached and way too fucking melancholy in the midst of the celebratory mayhem engulfing him. Jostled around by the sea of humanity, he barely felt them. He stood in the middle of the crowd, numb, apathetic, and alone. The emptiness smothered him, gnawed at his gut, consumed him.

Regardless of his apathy, he wouldn’t rain on his teammates’ parade.

Forcing a grin he didn’t feel and adopting his cocky façade, he faced the TV cameras and gave them what they’d come to expect from him, an arrogant, yet entertaining, recap of his performance. Then he stood on the podium, made one of his typical fist-pumping speeches laced with humor. After which he did every post-game interview with his usual brash panache. No one noticed his mechanical movements or the dead smile.

Was this all there was?

What had happened to his legendary enthusiasm for the game, his penchant for living life on the edge? What happened to him? He’d lost himself somewhere between college jock and superstar athlete, yet it hadn’t mattered before. He’d lived in blissful ignorance until that fateful night when Ryan died of cancer.

If you stripped away all the hype and his public image, he didn’t have a fucking clue who lived underneath.
All this deep shit rattling around in his brain was way too much introspection for a dumb jock. He shook off this momentary lapse into deep thought, took a deep breath, and squared his shoulders. In a week, he’d start the relentless pursuit of winning all over again because losing, for Tyler, had never been an option.

Glancing at his watch, he followed his teammates out of the locker room via a back door, down the long hallway leading to buses waiting to take them to the airport. A couple hours and a few glasses of champagne later the team plane touched down in Seattle. Security hustled them past the large crowds to waiting limos.

Waving and grinning, he acknowledged the hordes of fans crammed into every spare inch of terminal space. He paused and breathed in the crisp Seattle air. His teammates shouted to each other, planning parties that would last well into the morning.

Cass, his long-time fiancé and even longer-time girlfriend, would expect to attend every one of them. She’d already texted him with her location at a teammate’s home on Lake Washington. The Vegas line against them ever getting married had once topped out at fifty-to-one and dipped to fifteen-to-one after he’d set a date for two weeks from today.

Claustrophobia set in, smothering him. He felt trapped, trapped in a career he no longer had a hunger for. His self-created, bad-boy image pigeon-holed him in a role he wasn’t sure he wanted to play. His upcoming wedding in two weeks weighted him down with doubt.

He needed to escape, clear his head, gain some clarity.

Tyler slid behind the wheel of his sports car and accelerated out of the underground parking garage. His wheels spun on the rain-slickened streets as he turned a corner too quickly. Instead of heading toward I-5 and Mercer Island for a night of celebration, he turned in the opposite direction, dodging in and out of cars on the four-lane street. The light ahead turned yellow, Tyler punched the gas.

And slammed right into the back of a police car.

11 comments:

Jami Davenport said...

Thank you so VERY, VERY much, Wendy, for hosting me all week. It's been great fun. I hope you guys enjoy Chapter 1 of Forward Passes.

Italia said...

Thank you Jami and Wendy for all of your hard work this week! After reading chapter 1 of Tyler's story, I am super pumped to read the rest. How descriptive of the loss he feels in the first few paragraphs of Ryan and being mechanical. I am so excited to read how this bad boy reminds us that even bad boys need to love and be loved! Thanks again for everything!

Tracy S said...

Wow. Must. Have.

Pearl, aka the Ole Gym Bag said...

Oh, Jami this is wonderful. I can't wait to read the whole thing

Wendy said...

Well I'm glad everyone could read that! I opened it up in Firefox just now....and the formatting was all jacked up. Sorry about that Jami! I've since gone in and fixed it.

And this is why I have a general rule to never read excerpts. It makes me want the book RIGHT NOW! lol

Jami Davenport said...

The good news is that it'll finally be out within the month. I have to say it's been a long time coming, but through it all, I think it's a much better book because of it. As a writer, you're always learning, and I learned a lot when it came to this book.

Cathryn Cade said...

Jami,

Loved Fourth and Goal, and Tyler's story is a must read for me. Can't wait to see where you go next with your great stories.

best,
Cathryn Cade
http://www.cathryncade.com

StacieH4 said...

This is going on my TBR pile right now!

Booklover1335 said...

I've definitely enjoyed this week! It reminded me why I love sports romances so much. Thanks to both you and Jami for such fun :)

Tyler looks like he's in for some fun of his own in Forward Passes. Can't wait to read more. You have my interest piqued!

Jami Davenport said...

Thanks everyone for stopping by. I had a great time, and I hope you did, too. Wendy will be announcing prize winners later so check back.

I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter of Tyler's story. I love this guy and had so much fun writing about him.

Deanna Rowton said...

it has been fun following all week. On Friday, though, we traveled to no service area, camping at Bonaparte, so I missed Friday and Saturday. bummer. good to catch up today and it's a great read, MS Davenport.