Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Maude's Score by Jillian Jacobs BLURB BLITZ

Maude's Score

by Jillian Jacobs



Manchester Marauders offensive lineman Jason Stafford has everything going for him until he is

blindsided by a calculating woman who names him as the father of her unborn child. Unsure of

the validity of her claim, he treads carefully, despite being willing to accept responsibility.

Maude Killion, the younger sister of one of Jason’s teammates, has been sidelined by a crush

on Jason. Determined to revise her game plan, Maude asserts her independence from her

overprotective brother and a controlling boyfriend.

While working on a charity project, Maude and Jason discover they play well together. But when

Maude becomes the victim of a malicious foe, it appears that another player has entered the

game—one with deadly intentions who will stop at nothing to win.

Now, Maude and Jason must join forces to defeat their opponent and score a victory for love.


EXCERPTS (Please choose only ONE to use with your post):

With kiss-roughened lips, Maude gazed up at him. “I feel like I’ve entered an alternate reality.”

Jason nodded and his grin spread. “My kisses have that effect on women.”

Eyes narrowed, she stood and slapped his arm. “Shut your face.”

“Shut it for me.” He grabbed her arm, skated his hand down to her fingers, and…heard the

clicking of heels out in the hallway. He let go of her hand and stepped away, but not before

dropping a bombshell sure to upset her further. “I know you’ve waited for me, Maude.”

“What? You don’t know anything, you conceited jerk.” She shoved at his chest before glancing

at the door. “If I had been waiting, I’d have stopped a long time ago. Now that I’m on my own,

I’m heading into the man-free zone. I’m done with all of you, because you cause me nothing but

stress.” After her loud declaration and dramatic hand movements, she kicked a stuffed elephant.

Seeing her fury, he bit back a grin. She’d never let him get away with anything, and he kind of

liked that thought. Still…he needed to lighten the mood. “Hey, hey, hey, don’t take out your

anger on poor little elephants.” He picked up the injured party and rocked it in his arms.

Maude rolled her eyes. “Go away. And take that elephant with you.”

“Have you checked Facebook lately?”

Based on Ember’s tone and somber expression, this wouldn’t end well. “No, why?” Her heart

thumped a little harder, and her soup started swimming with creepy suckerfish.

“Okay, but don’t freak out.” Ember gripped her forearm.

“I’m already freaking out. I’m imagining fish floating in my belly.”

“Nothing.” Maude shook her head. “Just tell me.”

Ember took a deep breath and blurted out, “Brady posted a risqué picture of you and captioned

Maude stared at her friend for a moment before Ember flipped around her phone to reveal the

Her. In bed. Hair fluffed. A sheet resting precariously on the very edge of her breasts. But that

wasn’t the worst part. Her naked body lay covered just barely by a sheet that was nestled

between her legs so the viewer had a clear vision of her thighs. Her naked thighs. “What the

hell?” Maude scrolled down, hoping no more pictures were posted. “When did he take this?” She

gripped Ember’s phone tight in her hand and stared out the window. Barely seeing the people

bustling by, not seeing the blinking Open sign, only seeing red. “I am going to kill him.”

Barely able to keep up with his long strides, Maude followed him down the corridor to an old

gym. No overhead lights, along with the gray skies, kept the room dark.

Which might have been a good thing, because her mind blanked the moment Jason shoved her

In shock, she took a moment to catch up with his hungry lips before shoving against his chest.

“What are you doing? What is this?”

He smiled his wicked playboy smile and drew her lower body against his own. “Gratitude.”

“Gratitude for what?” Maude drew a deep breath, fighting past whatever blocked her throat and

He tucked her hair behind her ear. “For listening to me the other night.”

“I didn’t mind. I don’t want gratitude from you. I want…I don’t know, because I can’t believe this

is real. You kissing me isn’t doing anything but confusing me.” She stepped out of his arms.

“Oh, that’s a great line, one I’m sure you’ve used often, but with me…no. Just no. I don’t do

lines, and I don’t do grateful kisses.”


In the spring of 2013, Jillian Jacobs changed her career path and became a romance writer.

After reading for years, she figured writing a romance would be quick and easy. Nope! With the

guidance of the Indiana Romance Writers of America chapter, she’s learned there are many

"rules" to writing a proper romance. Being re-schooled has been an interesting journey, and she

hopes the best trails are yet to be traveled.

Water’s Threshold, the first in Jillian’s Elementals series, was a finalist in Chicago-North’s 2014

Fire and Ice contest in the Women’s Fiction category.

Jillian is a: Tea Guzzler, Polish Pottery Hoarder, and lover of all things Moose.

The genres she writes under are: Paranormal and Contemporary with suspenseful elements.




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  1. Thanks for hosting, Maude's Score. I generally read with a cup of tea. My friends and I do enjoy restaurants with wine flights though. I like to sample.

  2. Great excerpt, I'm looking forward to checking this one out!

  3. Thanks to everyone for stopping by!