About Prescott: Prescott Lane
is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College
in 1997 with a degree in sociology. She went on to Tulane University to receive
her MSW in 1998, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and
disabled children. She currently resides in New Orleans with her husband and
two children. 
Prescott will be awarding an eBook copy of "First Position" to 5 randomly drawn commenters during the tour.
Blurb: Emory
faces life’s challenges at the one place that’s never failed her, the ballet
barre. But even the barre can’t steady
her when fate brings her face-to-face with her old college flame, Mason, who’s
hoping to return to the NFL after a career-threatening injury. Before they can surrender to their sexual
desires and find salvation in each other’s arms, they need to come to terms
with their past. Mason must confront the
demons that have set him on a path of self-destruction, while Emory must decide
whether to keep her painful secrets locked away, or expose them and risk losing
the love of her life. But nothing can
prepare Mason for what Emory has kept hidden, or the possibility that he
himself may be to blame for the very secrets she keeps – and why they continue
to haunt her.
Excerpt:
“So, little
miss, want to fess up to what you were doing yesterday?”
“Well, it
depends,” she said. “Before or after, I
threw my half-naked body at Mason?”
Wesley
dropped the knife. “Excuse me?”
Tomás raised
his eyebrows and gave her a smile. “It
was just for a little while,” she said playfully.
“How little?”
Wesley munched on his biscuit.
“Not too
long.”
“How naked?”
“I told you
-- about half.”
“Which half?”
“A little of
both.”
“Both
breasts?”
“No. Top and bottom.”
“Is that
so?” Wesley took a sip of his drink,
thoughtfully considering what she’d said, like he was some kind of
philosopher. “Any action?”
“I tried.”
“How hard?”
“Pretty
hard.”
“Was
he?” Wesley grinned at Tomás and took
another bite of his biscuit.
“Shut up,”
she said blushing. “We decided it was
best to take things slow.”
“That’s too
bad,” Wesley said, and Tomás slapped his arm.
“In all seriousness, I’m happy for you.”
“Me too,”
Emory said, rising from the table with her and Tomás’ plates.
Wesley
grabbed her shoulder and whispered in her ear, “Did you tell him?” Emory shook her head walking to the sink, and
Wesley shot her a disapproving look.
Tomás eyed them both curiously.
“He deserves to know!”
Tomás mouthed
to Wesley, “Know what?” Wesley shook his
head that it was none of his business.
“No lectures,
Wesley.” She scrubbed the plates. “Let me enjoy myself and Mason before I ruin
it.”
“You need to
stop running,” Wesley said.
“I’ll stop
when you stop.”
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