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Lincoln Reeves may be a pro golfer and revered swing coach, but when I meet him, he is just one more person telling me I’m not good enough.

So, I do what any girl in my position would do. I tell him to get lost and take his arrogant, annoying smirk with him. I never expect to see him again. I certainly don’t expect to run into him that same night after one too many tequila shots.

Turns out that he’s kind of a big deal. Okay, fine, a really big deal. In fact, he might be the one person who can take my game to the next level.

Convincing him to help will be difficult.

Not throwing my club at his handsome face when he makes me work harder than I thought humanly possible will be excruciating.

But not falling for him will be the hardest thing of all.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Sweet Spot

Rebecca Jenshak

Expected Release Date: 28 May 2020

A brand new sports romance is out this week from author Rebecca Jenshak, and you get a sneak peek right here.

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Excerpt

I stand from the table of hockey players, which is more difficult than it should be thanks to the crowd. I sidestep at the same time as something wet hits my neck and trickles down the back of my shirt.

What the hell?

My hand instinctively wipes away the liquid, and I turn my head to survey the spot on my white shirt. The smell of tequila hits me, and a cold shiver runs down my spine. Tequila and I are not friends. That bitch screwed me over years ago, and I still haven’t forgiven her.

I look up to find wide, brown eyes staring at me, horrified. I glance between the soaked fabric and the empty shot glass in her hand.

“You,” I say at the same time she blurts out, “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

The girl from the golf course yells at someone to hand her napkins, but no one at the table is paying attention, so she finally leans over to the holder, grabs a handful, and turns to shove them toward me. Seeing her flustered after she was all confidence and sass earlier is comical.

“If you were aiming for your mouth, I’d say you missed.”

“My aim was dead on, but I wasn’t expecting someone to walk into it.”

Ah, there it is. I lied. Her sass is far more amusing than her fluster.

“You were trying to toss tequila on strangers?”

“Not on strangers, just anywhere but my mouth.”

I chuckle at her response. I feel that.

“I can’t take another shot,” she adds with a wobble of her head.

I look to the group she’s with. They still haven’t noticed she’s gone, and by the number of empty shot glasses on the table, I can assume they are all drunk.

I can’t tell if she’s in the same boat, but since she’s chucking shots over her shoulder, I’d say it’s likely she’s either drunk or out of her mind. Someone bumps her from the side, and I reach out to catch her, cupping her small shoulders. Her long, reddish-brown hair falls forward, teasing my fingers.

There’s no way for me not to check her out this close up. Tight jeans wrap around her legs and come up high on her waist, meeting a white sweater that seems twice as short as a normal shirt should be.

My lips twitch at the same hot pink scrunchie from earlier circling her wrist. And are those unicorns on it?

People have been bumping into me all night, but this is the first time I haven’t minded the contact. I inhale, catching a whiff of raspberries and tequila.

Heath appears beside me, and her gaze momentarily flits to him before resting back on me. She steps back and tries again to hand me the napkins, but I shake my head. “I’ll live.”

Heath snickers. “Don’t mind him. He could use a shot or two.” Then he turns to me. “Linc, I’ll be right back.”

“Keira!” A girl in a tiny black dress appears at her side and hugs her arm. “I thought you ditched us and went home.”

I test her name out, saying it in my head as I look her over. Keira. It fits.

“No, sorry, I just ran into . . .” She stops as if she’s trying to remember my name. Ouch.

“Lincoln,” I say, saving her.

“Hey, I’m Cassidy.” She pulls her arm free from Keira’s and smiles—one of those big, Julia-Roberts grins with so much teeth it’s a little scary. “Come, both of you should sit before someone else tries to squeeze in.”

Cassidy and Keira slide in, and I step up to the table.

“Holy shit. Lincoln Reeves.” One of the guys at the table stands, runs a hand through his hair, and then thrusts his hand out, takes it back, and then smiles sheepishly. “Hello, sir, or Lincoln. Mr. Reeves? I mean, hey, man.”

I’m having trouble remembering where I met the kid before until Smith Jacobson steps beside him and places a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, Lincoln. We weren’t expecting to see you here.”

Ah shit. Figures Keira would be sitting with a bunch of guys from the golf team.

I rub the back of my neck. “Hey, guys. Good to see you. I was just about to head out.”

“No, no way,” Smith says. “Stay and have a drink with us.”

I don’t see much of a polite way out, so I nod. “All right, one beer.”

Smith grabs me a chair, which I pull up next to Keira, and a glass is filled and pushed into my hand. Then it’s twenty minutes of constant questions before the guys take a break long enough for me to take a drink and glance at Keira.

She fidgets with the pink scrunchie on her wrist, tugging and twisting it. I keep staring and finally she looks up as if she can feel the weight of my gaze on her. Her lips curve up, not exactly in a smile, but she no longer looks like she’s plotting my death.

Someone orders a round of shots, and I take the opportunity to slide my chair closer until my arm brushes the soft fabric of her sweater. “Let me know which way you’re tossing so I can stay dry.”

I raise a shot glass and a brow, daring her to do the same. Keira brings it to her lips first as if she’s considering drinking it just to spite me, which wasn’t my goal at all. If she says she’s too drunk to have another, I believe it.

While she sits frozen, summoning the courage or whatever, I keep my eyes locked with hers and chuck the contents over my shoulder. Her pink lips tilt up into a relieved smile and then she does the same.

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