Playing House by Tammy J. Palmer #Contemporary #Romance @Goddessfish

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MediaKit_BookCover_PlayingHouseGinny Cotton, bike riding, chess playing, loan processor, has set a new goal: find someone to have sex with. Soon. As in tonight. It’s the only way to finally get over Jason, her best friend, the guy she’s been waiting for since high school— the guy who is now engaged to her sister. She’s saved her virginity for him since he doesn’t believe in premarital sex. What better way to get over Jason than to have sex with someone else? The hot guy Ginny meets through a dating site seems like the perfect choice. There’s only one problem. To achieve her goal, Ginny must first overcome the anxiety that has been holding her back her whole life.


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The movie was a romantic comedy. It was one that Ginny had never seen before, but she felt as if she had. It was that kind of movie.

He smelled of spearmint and something else, something pleasant, possibly cologne or maybe aftershave or maybe just soap. It wasn’t a strong scent, just enough to make her want to bury her face in his neck in search of more. She resisted the urge. It occurred to her that she’d spent most of her life resisting urges. It was the reason she was in this situation.

His hand came to rest on hers. She jumped at the contact.

“Is it okay if I hold your hand?”

“Sure. I’m not going to faint from holding hands.”

His fingers entwined with hers. “What do you think made it happen in the bathroom?”

“The bed,” she whispered, keeping her eyes forward rather than meeting his. And the condoms. And the lubricant. Would lubricant be necessary?

“We’ll watch the movie. We don’t have to do anything else, not unless you want to.”


It was such a small thing, holding hands, and yet it felt intimate. Steele shifted slightly, turning toward her. He was close enough to kiss. She wanted to know what it would be like, but kissing posed a dilemma. She quickly turned back to the movie.

A little while later he released her hand, leaned over, and undid the laces on his motorcycle boots. He took them off. Ginny liked the boots. She’d never thought that a man’s footwear could be considered sexy, but that was the word that came to mind. Her gray flats had a little black bow on top. No one would consider them sexy. Ginny slipped them off.

“What do you say we lie down and get comfortable?”



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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Tammy J. Palmer lives in Portland, Oregon with her husband of twenty-five years and a spoiled cat named Betty Boop. She has two children who turned into pretty darned awesome adults. You can visit her website at:


14 thoughts on “Playing House by Tammy J. Palmer #Contemporary #Romance @Goddessfish

  1. Thanks to this blog for the intro to Tammy and her work. Good job…both of you.

  2. Thanks for hosting!

  3. Betty W

    Great excerpt- Thank you for a great post and contest!

  4. momjane

    Interesting excerpt. Makes you want to know more.

  5. Rita Wray

    I liked the excerpt.

  6. Mai T.

    What is your favorite non-fiction?

  7. Becky Richardson

    What is your favorite genre?

    • I mostly read women’s fiction/chick -lit. I find it frustrating that the big traditional publishers say chick-lit is dead. I never stop enjoying it!

  8. Thanks so much for hosting me today. I wish I’d come up with Snarkology for a blog name. It’s a good one. I’m off to work now but I will look for more comments when I’m off at midnight.

    Happy Hump Day, Everyone!

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