So, what's it all about?
Two rival coaches, two wives, two team moms. On the sidelines of youth soccer, an adult game is afoot! More than whistles are being blown…
John, the tall, patrician coach, is married to Bunny, so warm, so generous and giving. Carla, though, has her eye on John, and is woman enough to turn his head.
Dom, flashy, cruel, and devilishly attractive, sees bedding Bunny as the way to take John down a peg. His wife, Susi, had her eye on the lacrosse coach, but the sight of John is more than she can resist. And don’t forget Vivian, servicing the coach in the name of team sports….
On and off the field, women long to obey the coaches' orders. But neither coach has ever tangled with the other coach's wife—until now.
Will they all go home in the right minivan?
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(After the game, John stops at Nancy's to pick up his daughter. Nancy is his daughter's best friend's mom, and she's one hot mama!)
John killed the engine and caught sight of Nancy on her hands and knees in the furthest flower bed. She turned her head at the sound of the car, tossing her short, sleek hair as she moved. The front fell back into her face and she grinned. Lifting a gloved hand, she waved at John, but kept her position. John grinned back, and enjoyed the view.
Nancy’s pert backside, covered in navy blue shorts, was high in the air as she finished whatever task the flowers required of her. John came up the walk, eyes on her derriere. “Morning, Coach,” Nancy said from the ground.
“More like afternoon,” he answered. He pushed his hands into the pockets of his khakis, and squinted his blue eyes at her. With Nancy there was no need to disguise his admiration. Everyone liked to look at her, and she liked to be looked at. Her little red T-shirt rode up in the back, and he could see the tanned skin of her slender waist.
Finally finished with whatever she was doing in the dirt, Nancy sat back on her heels. From all fours to kneeling before him, her positions let John indulge his imagination for a moment. She looked through her black lashes at him, her dark eyes laughing. “You aren’t going to make me run laps, are you, Coach?”
