Book Blitz: A New Season by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle

ASIN: B014X544K4
Publisher: SAM & Associates, LLC (September 3, 2015)

Interview an NFL Football Player . . .
Jaken Tanner

Hey Jaken. Thanks for joining me.
You’re welcome.

When did you realize you had a talent and when did you decide that you could use your talent to make a living?
Wow. You’re going to get right into it. No softball questions like what’s you’re favorite color or what would I do if I wasn’t playing football.

We’ll get to that, but when did you figure out you were good.
To be honest, I don’t think I even appreciated that I was good at football until I got to college. Growing up in Texas, every guy played football. It’s just what you did. I was really close to my high school coach –

He later became you’re father in law?
Uh, yeah. He and my father were supportive and encouraging and guide me to be good at something and in college, I started my second year and started every game ever since.

Where did you’re discipline come from?
I think it came from having my son at such a young age. I knew I had to work hard and do what I needed to do in order to make a life for him. I was okay with having a nice life, but I wanted him to have an extraordinary life and to give him that, I needed to be disciplined in football.

What food do you hate giving up when you’re in training?
Oh man. Not a food, but a drink. Jameson. I love it, but I don’t drink it during the season. My girl friend turned me on to Jameson with a pickle back and swears it prevents hang overs, but I still wouldn’t risk it during the season.

Your girlfriend drinks Jameson?
Yeah, she’s an exceptional woman.

Any strange superstitions or pregame rituals you perform before you play a game?
Since my rookie season, Michael and I have rituals that have evolved over the years. We have to walk on the field together for warm up and intros. We run the field together during warm ups and have to be in step. We play catch during the opening kick off, stuff that like.

No lucky underwear?
No. (Blushes from ear to ear.)

What’s you hype music?
My girlfriend, Emma, sends me a new song every week. Like for the Super Bowl, she sent me Fighter by Gym Class Heroes.

The songs mostly lean towards hip hop?
No, for the NFC Championship game, it was that song from Rocky IV. (Jaken Sings) Hearts on fire, strong desire. –Emma sitting in the back ground shaking her head and laughing.

Let’s get back to some serious stuff. Would you let your son play football?
This is the hot topic isn’t it. I get it. I would love it if my son became a regular guy with a regular job where he didn’t get beat up every week, but I also know the passion I have for the game and would rather my son find something that evokes the same passion for him. If that’s football, then I am excited for him.

How do you find time be a father and a boyfriend and an NFL Quarterback?
(He turns back to look at Emma and then back at me.)

It’s hard. Emma has been a fan of mine even before we got together. She is super supportive and it’s important for me to be just as supportive of her. Plus, she and my son get along so well, we enjoy spending time together.

Yeah, but you need some time alone.
We find time.

Ok, since I’m not going to get anymore then that, let’s do some quick hits.

Chocolate or Vanilla?
Chocolate
Why?
Mixes better with stuff.

Beach or Mountains?
Beach
Why?
Emma in a bikini – hot.

Favorite city?
New York
Why?
Where I meet my girl for the last time.

Read or watch TV?
Read
Why?
I’ve seen the process and respect the heck out of it.

If you weren’t a football player, what would you be doing?
A teacher.
Why?
It an awesome superpower to have, being able to teach someone something.

Excerpt:

I woke to Jaken’s lips on the back of my neck.
“Good morning.”
“Morning,” he said as he kissed me again.
His kisses distracted me up to the point when his hand covered my breast.
I moaned and it sounded more like a question, but not a protest. He stopped kissing me. I looked at him over my left shoulder.
“Don’t stop.”
He continued sliding his tongue up the curve on the side of my neck as his hands went from over my shirt to under it. He made no attempt to take it off.
I pressed into him. He groaned. I groaned back, loving the sound.
He pulled away, and as I leaned back, he looked into my eyes as his hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts. He rested his hand on my pelvic bone, and I said a silent pray of thanks for getting that wax the other day. I felt bad about praying for something like that, but then he touched me, and all I could think…
Oh, my God, that feels good.
I moaned and my head fell back. I closed my eyes and his fingers continued to do things to me I didn’t know were appropriate for a man who made his living with his hands. He hit one spot with his middle finger and I gripped his hand.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?” he said, and his tone made me open my eyes, his breath hot on my cheek.
“Don’t stop.” He gave me that grin again, kissed my nose, and pushed his fingers deeper between my legs.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
We had our eyes locked on each other, and the way he spoke to me, I felt like I was doing this for him instead of the other way around. A sense of pride swelled in my chest as a sense of something else swelled in my center.
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay, come for me.” He commanded.
I knew it was his fingers. The blood had rushed to the area he manipulated with them, but I swear I could have come on command even if he wasn’t touching me. His voice had that kind of power. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his forearm. A wave of whatever power orgasms were made of rushed over me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in my ear as I came back to the here and now. He swung a leg over me, as his phone on the nightstand began to buzz. We both looked at it.
“Oh, you’re kidding me,” I said.
He started laughing as he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned off the alarm and turned back to me.
“I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I have a tee time. I have to go.”
“Fine, leave me here in bed alone.” I flopped back. “Again.”
“Well, at least this time I finished what I started.” He headed into to the bathroom chuckling.
“Then why do I want more?” I asked myself.

The Author

Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
Sydney has been blogging at sydneyaaliyah.com for four years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, features romance books and journals about her writing and editing process.
An active tweeter, she is also a JuNoWriMo (3x) and NaNoWriMo (3x) winners who notes the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now awake and blessed to be doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script for the 80’s teen comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movies, especially Tony Stark.
When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, Cora Carmack & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

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