Spotlight & Giveaway: Love Game by Maggie Wells

Posted February 14th, 2018 by in Blog, Spotlight / 39 comments

Today it is my pleasure to Welcome author Maggie Wells to HJ!

Hi Maggie and welcome to HJ! We’re so excited to chat with you about your new release, Love Game!


Please share your favorite scene from Love Game:

Being asked to pick a favorite…every author’s (and mother’s) worst nightmare. I had such a good time writing LOVE GAME, it truly is difficult to choose a single scene to showcase.
One of my personal favorites isn’t exactly family-friendly, so I’ll share one that ramps up to that rather steamy moment.
In this scene, the competition (and the sizzling sexual tension) between my heroine, basketball coach Kate Snyder, and hero, football coach Danny McMillian, is almost palpable. It takes place in the state-of-the-art cardio and weight training facilities in front of a number of their student athletes and fellow coaches.

He dared to stand there, in the athletic center built on the success of her program, and smirk at her. Like he’d accomplished something more than requiring a bunch of beefy boys to spend more time in the gym, when the only thing he ever did successfully was blow his entire career sky-high.
It was too galling.
She wouldn’t let him get to her. She couldn’t say anything. Not here, in front of his players and coaches.
Squaring her shoulders as if preparing to shoot a free throw, she raised her chin a notch. “Well, I hope it works out for you,” she said coolly. Turning to one of the players, she let her smile warm a few degrees. “I’m counting on you guys to make us Warriors proud.” Focusing her attention back on Danny, she let the smile drop. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m here for a quick workout.”
Brushing past him, she set her sights on the cardio units lined up at the far end of the training center. She nodded greetings to a couple of players huffing and puffing as they punished the elliptical machines, waved to one of the staffers seated on a recumbent bike, then tossed her towel over the rail of the last empty treadmill.
Jabbing at buttons until the belt whirred to a walking pace, Kate forced herself to draw deep, even breaths as she unraveled her earbuds and crammed them into her ears. Her player clipped to the hem of her tank, she tossed the wires down her back and upped the pace. By the time she hit a comfortable stride, the young man next to her slowed to a walk. Her machine rocked when he jumped off the belt and landed heavily on the side rails. She caught the apology he mouthed, then returned her gaze to the television mounted on the wall.
Someone claimed the machine beside her, but she was too absorbed in trying to lip-read what Greg Chambers and his cadre of NSN talking heads were gabbing about to pay much attention to her new neighbor.
It wasn’t until the song’s driving beat faded into silence that she noticed the heavy footfalls and slightly uneven gait of the runner beside her. She pressed the pause button on her music and listened intently. With no more than a glimpse of his hand out of the corner of her eye, she knew who her new neighbor was.
Suddenly, the silence surrounding them grew more oppressive. She didn’t need to look to know they had an audience. A glance in McMillan’s direction confirmed her suspicions. A flood of unchecked fury rushed through her.
“I just wanted a run,” she muttered as she upped the ante and lengthened her stride. She’d gone three steps when she realized, too late, that he wasn’t wearing earbuds.
“Same goes,” he grumbled.
“I was here first,” she said through gritted teeth. “In every possible way.”
He shot her a scowl, then increased his speed to match hers. “I’ll go, but not before I’m done.” Blowing hard, he swiped an arm across his brow. “I try to get at least three miles a day. Don’t worry. I’ll be out of your way before they go to Sports Roundup.”
Kate glanced at the clock. The daily sports recap started at the bottom of the hour. If what he said held true, that meant old Danny could still run an eight-minute mile. Well, so could she, damn it. Increasing her speed again, she ignored the screeching pain in her bad knee and stretched her stride even further.
She didn’t look at him. Didn’t acknowledge his incredulous tone or the edge of accusation undercutting the simple question. “Seriously,” she replied.
I tend to be a competitive person. I have five older brothers, so besting them at something—anything—has always been a mission for me. We had a regulation basketball hoop in the back yard when we were growing up. Though I was the smallest, by the age of ten, I had perfected a backwards, over-the-head bucket shot so they couldn’t knock me out of their games of H-O-R-S-E.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Oh, and don’t forget to pick up a copy of LOVE GAME to find out who wins Kate and Danny’s impromptu foot race.

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Book Info:

These successful professionals may know something about sex…but discover they’re clueless about love.

She’s earned her position
Kate Snyder is at the top of her game. She scored her first national championship at Wolcott University in her undergrad days, and now she’s the coaching legend of the #1 college women’s basketball team. No one knows the meaning of the phrase “work your way up” better than Kate. So when the university hires a football coach trying to escape scandal—paying him a lot more than she earns—Kate is more than annoyed.

He just sailed into his
Danny McMillan had hoped for a smooth transition at Wolcott, but fiery Coach Snyder made that impossible. Every time he and Kate are in a room together, snark and sparks fly. Danny gets her frustration, but her pay grade isn’t his problem, right? When Kate and Danny finally see eye to eye, their sparks turn into something even hotter…and they need to figure out if this is more than just a game.
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Meet the Author:

By day, MAGGIE WELLS is buried in spreadsheets. At night she pens tales of people tangling up the sheets. The product of a charming rogue and a shameless flirt, you only have to scratch the surface of this mild-mannered married lady to find a naughty streak a mile wide. She has a passion for college football, processed cheese foods, and happy endings. Not necessarily in that order. She lives in Arkansas.

Find Maggie Online:
Twitter: @MaggieWells1

39 Responses to “Spotlight & Giveaway: Love Game by Maggie Wells”

  1. laurieg72

    I play by the rules. I try to teach my grandchildren that it’s the trying that counts. If you don’t try you can’t win.

    I went to a National Honor Society motivational talk one year with one of my children. The speaker played at Notre Dame under Lou Holtz. He had one statement about what makes a WINNER.

    Whatever Is Necessary (to be a winner) Never Ever Regret

    It takes a lot of character to be a gracious competitor. I do not like it when roll models show a lack of sportsman-like conduct. It sets a bad example to everyone. It shows immaturity.

    Your actions reflect upon you.

    Winning should be fun not the end all.

  2. Kay Garrett

    Generally I play by the rules but if it’s to defend a loved one it’s no holes on to get r done.

  3. Joanne B

    I usually play by the rules, but sometimes rules were made to be broken. Sometimes you’ve got to be inventive and change the rules to suit your needs.

  4. Caro

    I play by the rules. I used to be way more competitive, but I’ve found that there’s nothing worth my super competitiveness, lol. If there is, maybe I would, I’m just super chill and take it easy.

  5. Patricia B.

    Iam not really very competitive. I play by the rules. Most of the time I play for enjoyment not necessarily to win. However, I have been know to rise to the bait when challenged.

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