The Long Shot. Ellen Hartman

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      There’s more to win than just the season

      Deacon Fallon has made something of himself. Yeah, it wasn’t easy becoming a successful—now retired—pro basketball player, but he did it. In the process, he made his brother’s life better. That’s always been Deacon’s goal.

      This latest effort to help, however, may push Deacon too far. He’s been roped into coaching the high school girls’ team! Worse, there’s a little offside action brewing between him and his hot assistant coach, Julia Bradley. Definitely not in his plans, but he can’t resist her. And for the first time, Deacon wants something that has nothing to do with his brother and everything to do with Julia!

      Julia clutched his shoulder to keep from crashing into him.

      Deacon didn’t flinch, his muscles and balance keeping him rock steady as she gathered herself.

      “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and much too close to her ear. She nodded, the pencil forgotten as she let herself touch him for one or two seconds longer than necessary, sliding her free hand through his thick hair, relishing the contrast of soft silk and hard muscle. He rested a hand on her hip.

      “I’m fine.” Julia retreated, giving herself space and trying to settle her nerves. “My mom used to measure us like this on our birthdays. The marks are probably still there inside the front hall closet.”

      He rubbed his thumb against his lower lip and she turned her back on him, manufacturing urgency around finding the pencil. To keep herself from touching his lips.

      Dear Reader,

      When I write these letters, I try to choose some element of the story that resonates with me and that I hope will intrigue you. For the first time, I’m struggling with this task because so much about this book is special to me.

      Deacon Fallon is exactly the kind of strong, gifted guy with deep vulnerabilities I like to write about best. He has a problem he’s hidden his whole life, and it’s one that he thinks makes him unlovable. Julia Bradley is not only an expert problem solver, she thinks she knows Deacon. But it will take both of them being honest and trusting with each other, in ways that feel dangerous, before they find their happy ending.

      In addition to a hero and heroine I love, this book includes a thread about the relationship between Deacon and his brother, They love each other, but don’t know each other. Ever since I was a little girl reading The Outsiders and Tex by S.E. Hinton, or the Sackett novels by Louis L’Amour, I’ve loved stories about brothers. I hope you’ll fall in love with Deacon’s little brother Wes, who has his own book coming in September 2012.

      Extras, including behind-the-scenes facts, deleted scenes and information about my other books, are on my website, www.ellenhartman.com. I blog every month with the other Harlequin Superromance authors at www.superauthors.com. I’d love to hear from you! Send an email to [email protected].

      Ellen Hartman

      The Long Shot

      Ellen Hartman

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      ABOUT THE AUTHOR

      Ellen graduated from Carnegie Mellon with a degree in creative writing and then spent the next fifteen years writing technical documentation. Eventually, she worked up the courage to try fiction and has since published seven novels with the Harlequin Superromance line.

      Currently, Ellen lives in a college town in New York with her husband and sons.

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      This book is dedicated to my sister, Anne.

      I don’t know what I’d do without you.

      Contents

       CHAPTER ONE

       CHAPTER TWO

       CHAPTER THREE

       CHAPTER FOUR

       CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       CHAPTER ELEVEN

       CHAPTER TWELVE

       CHAPTER THIRTEEN

       CHAPTER FOURTEEN

       CHAPTER FIFTEEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      “I’M SORRY—did you say they cut the entire athletic budget?” Julia pushed her chair back from her desk and stood to face Ty Chambers, ex-jock, current jerk, her boss and the principal of Milton High School.

       “The district is in real financial trouble, Julia. You know this. The budget was voted down and we’re on austerity spending. It’s one of the compromises the board had to make to preserve resources for student necessities like Advanced Placement classes and guidance staff.”

       He gestured around her office with a look that clearly showed how little he thought of her kind of necessity.

       Julia’s guidance office wasn’t really an office. The cubicle was carved out of a corner of the library and assembled from movable walls. It wasn’t even big enough for angry pacing, which was what she needed to do right now to avoid saying something to Ty that would get her fired.

       “But the whole athletic department? The board actually cut the boys’ basketball program? No Milton Tigers?”

       “Yes, the board cut the entire department,” Ty affirmed.

       Ty had been a Milton Tiger; he was wearing his state championship ring on his hand today as he did every day. He’d gained at least fifty pounds since his playing days, so the ring was probably stuck on his finger, but no doubt a guy like him saw that as a bonus—a perma-ring to match the Tiger tattoo he’d likely gotten during his freshman season. Most ex-Tigers took the team more seriously than they took just about anything, yet Ty was standing calmly in her office, telling her they’d cut the program. Right.

       “The boosters put the money back for the boys, didn’t they?” she asked. Not that she needed to. A first-grader would have known the answer.

       The Milton Tigers basketball boosters, an independent club made up of former players, parents, community leaders and anyone who wanted to be part of the fever that gripped Milton every Friday during basketball season, was flush with cash and