Winning Ace
by Tracie Delaney
Winning Ace #1
Publication Date: May 29, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Serial
Winning Ace #1
Publication Date: May 29, 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Serial
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When the opportunity arises for journalist Tally McKenzie to meet tennis ace Cash Gallagher, she grabs it without hesitation. Desperate for a killer story to advance her career, she’ll have to betray her idol and her own morals into the bargain if she is to succeed. Renowned bad boy Cash wants one thing; to remain at the top of his game. He’s fought hard to get there, and he’s not about to lose his crown, especially over a woman.When Cash divulges personal information, Tally seizes her chance and writes an explosive article. Incensed, Cash sets out to get his revenge. Except the darling of centre court gets more than he bargained for—a passionate affair with a woman he should detest.
But Cash is a man with secrets—secrets that could destroy his career. Dare he take the risk? Or is the cost too great, even for his perfect match.
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Winning
Ace – Excerpts
Excerpt
Alone, Cash directed his gaze around the room. His eyes met
Tally’s—and stayed there. She shivered and turned away. She plucked her napkin
off the table and fussed about, placing it in her lap. When she raised her
head, Cash was still staring directly at her. His lips were pressed into a firm
line, his brows pulled low over his eyes. This time, when she tried to turn
away, she found herself unable to break from the intensity of his unwavering
stare. Her heart skipped a beat. What if he’d figured out she’d replaced
Victoria and was wondering why she wasn’t wearing her lanyard? She tensed, half
expecting him to summon security and have her thrown out.
His hypnotic gaze eventually moved past her, and her shoulders
slumped. Wiping her palms on her napkin, she wistfully eyed the exit, but if
she left while everyone was seated, all eyes would be on her, and she was
trying to blend in, not stand out.
She took a sip of water to soothe her parched throat, shaking her
head at the sommelier’s offer of wine. She needed to keep a clear head while
she worked out what her next move should be. She had to find a way to get close
to Cash, even if it wasn’t one-on-one. Maybe his lips loosened after a glass or
two of alcohol, and she could hover in the background and pick up a story that
way, or even better, Ralph might let something slip. She fiddled with her
napkin, relaying it in her lap several times, acknowledging but hating the
signs of anxiety: the terrible churning in her abdomen, the dry mouth, the
clammy hands.
“Cash, good to see you.”
Tally’s head snapped up as Ralph got to his feet to shake hands with
Cash. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, almost as if Cash were
creating his own magnetic field or, more likely, due to her own terror at being
found out.
Cash nodded and murmured greetings at the other guests. He picked up
Victoria’s place card. “Where’s Kaminsky?”
At first, Tally thought Cash was asking her, and her heart almost
leapt out of her chest, but then she noticed he was looking at Ralph.
“You haven’t scared her off already have you, Ralphie?”
Ralph’s booming laugh caused several guests at nearby tables to
glance over their shoulders.
“If anyone’s going to scare off the press, it’s you, my boy.”
Cash’s low chuckle rumbled in his chest. “That’s true. A no-show,
then?”
“Seems so.”
Cash swept a hand over his beard as his gaze fell on Tally. “And who
do we have here?”
His soft Northern Irish burr had a smoky undertone more inviting
than her favourite brand of coffee, and Tally squirmed in her seat.
“Tally McKenzie,” she replied, trying desperately to keep the slight
waver out of her voice.
“Is that so?” Cash tilted his head to one side as his gaze almost
lazily swept over her. Tally had an urge to wipe her hands on her napkin again,
but that would have given away her reaction to his slow appraisal. Eventually,
his eyes lifted upwards. “And who are you here with?”
Before Tally could answer with a lie, Cash’s agent appeared. Kinga
possessively touched Cash’s arm, and she gave Tally the once-over in that
special way only women can do. She mustn’t have felt remotely challenged,
though, because her gaze barely lingered before she turned away and smiled
warmly at Ralph.
“I know you can talk for England, my darling Ralphie, but dinner is
about to be served. I’m afraid I need to steal our host away. I’m sure you and
Cash can catch up later.”
“Aw, Kinga,” Ralph said, pulling her into a warm hug. “Only you can
deliver an insult with a smile that has me coming back for more.”
Tally heaved a sigh of relief as the attention moved away from her,
and her pulse had almost returned to normal when a warm hand curved around the
back of her neck. She glanced over her shoulder—and her stomach jolted. Cash
bent down and softly whispered in her ear, “Don’t think you’ve got away with
it, sweetness. I know everyone here except you. Believe me, I’ll be rectifying
that situation.”
Tracie Delaney is the author of the Winning Ace trilogy. She loves nothing more than immersing herself in a good romance, although she sometimes, rather cheekily, makes her characters wait for their HEA.
When she isn’t writing or sitting around with her head stuck in a book, she can often be found watching The Walking Dead, Game of Thrones or any tennis match involving Roger Federer. Her greatest fear is running out of coffee.
Tracie studied accountancy, gaining her qualification in 2001. Her maths teacher would no doubt be stunned by this revelation considering Tracie could barely add two plus two at high school.
Tracie lives in the North West of England with her amazingly supportive husband. They both share a love of dogs, travel and wine.
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