Kerry Freeman is Excited and Terrified

Is It GRL Yet?

In one week I will be in the midst of my first reader con, and I am excited and terrified in equal measure.

I’m terrified because it’s the first time I’ll meet people who have actually read my book! What if everyone figures out that I’m just this huge dork? Cause I am, you know. But I’m also incredibly excited to meet the very same people. See what I mean?

I also signed up for a reading, and I’ve been practicing in front of my hubby. He thinks it’s funny that the author of the dirty words has so much trouble saying them out loud. I know everyone at the reading will be cool if I screw up, but it doesn’t mean I don’t worry about tripping over my (dirty) words.

Don’t let me fool you, though. None of my friends would describe me as a shrinking violet, and they’d probably die of laughter if someone did. I can be loud, and once you get me talking, it’s hard to shut me up. I’ve also inherited a loud, boisterous laugh from my father’s side of the family. Everyone knows when I think something’s funny.

And the squeeing won’t be limited to the reader attendees. I’m going to fangirl all over Z. A. Maxfield. I squeed the first time she tweeted to me, and now I get to meet her in person! Bella Leone has been my cyber friend for years, and I’m finally going to meet her in person, too. Not to mention all the great people, authors and readers, who until now have only been emails and blog posts and forum posts.

On second thought, why am I terrified? This is going to be a blast! Make sure y’all say hi, okay?


Thank you for inviting me to post on your blog! And everyone, please visit the tour kickoff post ( to enter the super-duper tour giveaway.


Author. Southerner. Geek. Writer of romance, believer in HEA. Positive there’s nothing better than shrimp & grits and red velvet cake.

Kerry was born and raised in Alabama, and she grew up swearing she was going to get the hell out of Dodge the instant she could. Turns out Dodge ain’t so bad, and she never left. Alabama’s version of a city girl, she married a country boy, and the adorkable couple lives in a small town with their two socially awkward dogs.

Kerry loves to write about love, and it turns out most of the voices in her head are men. She also loves to write about the South, so most of her stories end up there, one way or another.

A tomboy and a geek from way back, Kerry has a day job but dreams she will one day write full time. She has a weakness for yaoi, Japanese stationery, YA, and ginger-haired singers from Britain. She owns an impressive t-shirt collection. Nowaki & Hiroki are her homeboys.


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After playing eleven years in the Minor Leagues, Coach Matt Hawley has returned to his tiny Alabama hometown to lead his old high school baseball team to their first state championship. At the other end of the state, René Días, who left the Major League after one season, is getting his team ready to defend their state title for the second straight year. One is in the closet. The other is between relationships. Neither has any intention of hooking up at the state tournament.

Then they see each other.

Pre-game lust turns into an intense one-night stand neither man can forget, and when their best friends embark on a romance, Matt and René are thrown together again. This time they decide it won’t be for just a single night.

But the fear of disappointing his minister father and shaming his family forces Matt to keep one foot in the closet, even as he and René find their lust is maybe something more. Will Matt endure a life of hiding or will he surrender and become free?


The clubhouse was sweltering, and René took his cap off to wipe his brow. The rows of lockers and wooden benches always reminded him of playing in the majors, where reporters wouldn’t even wait for the players to get fully dressed before accosting them for quotes about that night’s game. He’d never quite become comfortable with holding court while dripping wet and towel skirted. Then again, he’d never quite become comfortable with a lot of things he encountered his one year of major league play.

“Good afternoon, Coach Días.” The umpire walked toward him with an extended hand. “Good to see you again.”

René shook the umpire’s hand. “Good to see you again too. Hopefully you’ve had a good year.”

“A very good year. Thanks for asking.” The umpire nodded at David. “Hello, Coach Reynolds.”

“Hey, Bob,” David said, smiling. “No need to be so formal. We’re old friends by now.”

“Let’s just say I definitely wasn’t surprised to see your team back in the finals.” The umpire smiled. “Gonna be a great series, that’s for sure. Your opposition looks good.”

René’s ears practically twitched at the mention of the team from North Alabama. “Have you met their coach yet?”

“Met him this morning. He’s quiet, seems pretty serious. Nice fella too.” The umpire chuckled. “Speaking of which… Hello, Coach Hawley.”

The gracious greeting René planned stuck in his throat the instant he turned and gazed into a pair of intense blue eyes. René forced himself not to gaze up and down the opposing coach’s tall, tight body, but he couldn’t help following as Hawley slowly licked his lips. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, the man had the most incredible wheat-blond hair just begging to be pulled.

David cleared his throat. “Um, Coach Hawley, I’m David Reynolds, Mobile’s first-base coach.” He shook Hawley’s hand. “This is René Días, our head coach.”

René finally remembered he was supposed to talk. “Nice to meet you, Coach Hawley.” René held out his hand.

Coach Hawley wrapped his long fingers around René’s hand and held on to it. “Nice to meet you too. Call me Matt, though.”

“We’ve been looking forward to playing your team.” René smiled when Matt’s grip tightened. “I’ve heard great things about how you’ve developed the team since you took over this year. Congratulations on your first state final.”

“Thank you. This is your school’s third year in a row here. That’s a sure sign you’re doing something right down in Mobile.”

If there was a sure way into René’s good graces, it was to compliment his team. He could think of plenty of other ways the gorgeous Matt Hawley could impress him—most involving them being naked together—but they had a few baseball games to play. René released Matt’s hand and tried to ignore David’s bug-eyed look at his side.

The meeting with the umpire was a formality. They discussed the rules of the best-of-three series and the umpire’s definition of the strike zone, and the coaches gave the umpire their batting order. René concentrated on each word of the umpire’s speech and blocked out the coach next to him. Baseball was serious business, and he couldn’t let Matt, however tasty he appeared to be, distract him. But as soon as the meeting was over, René found himself locked into that deep blue gaze again.

Matt swallowed slowly. “Well, René, it was nice meeting you. Good luck.”

“Thanks.” René could feel his cheeks heat. “Good luck to you guys too.”

Taking two steps back, Matt pulled on his baseball cap and smiled before turning to walk away. René couldn’t take his eyes off the slow sway of Matt’s hips. For just an instant, he imagined digging his fingers into those hips and the kind of bruises it would leave on Matt’s fair skin.

“Down, boy!” David punched René’s arm. “And retract your tongue before you close your mouth.”

René suddenly remembered where he was. “You think he noticed?”

“You’re kidding, right? I would say he noticed you every bit as much as you noticed him.”

“I meant— Oh!” René stared toward the door. “Cool.”

David shook his head. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered as he stomped off. “Biggest game of the year, and now he decides to take the dick out of storage.” He spun around and faced René again. “Just great!”

René jogged over to David and threw his arm around David’s shoulders. “Aww, come on, baby. Don’t be jealous.” He guffawed when David shoved him away. “You’re still my favorite guy, even if you kiss like a girl.”

An extended middle finger was the only farewell David gave him. Still chuckling to himself, René pulled his cap down over his eyes, adjusted himself, and walked into the sunlight to begin batting practice.

No Camera today … but Congratulations Chickie … you won!


16 thoughts on “Kerry Freeman is Excited and Terrified

  1. Jeff Erno October 11, 2012 / 8:04 am

    Well, I think you’ll discover there are a lot more dorks there, myself included, than normal people. It’s no fun to be normal…and what is that anyway? You’re braver than me, though. I didn’t sign up for a reading or Q & A, but will definitely be there to cheer you on.

  2. Trix October 11, 2012 / 1:22 pm

    Damn, I’m a dork–wish I could go! Seriously, it sounds wonderful, as does the book!


  3. arella3173 October 11, 2012 / 9:34 pm

    Haha… fun post!
    Enjoy yourself at GRL!! ;A;/ so sad I can’t go… but i’ll just enjoy the pictures posted. XD ahah…

    oh, and thanks for the excerpt!


    • Kerry Freeman (@kfwritesbooks) October 12, 2012 / 6:12 am

      I’m going to post on my blog every day I’m there. I’ll make sure to include lots of pictures 🙂

  4. chickie434 October 12, 2012 / 1:48 am

    Sweet! Have fun at GRL!


  5. Julia Talbot October 12, 2012 / 12:36 pm

    Looking forward to meeting you at GRL!

  6. Juliana October 12, 2012 / 8:08 pm

    Congrats on the release! And have fun at GRL!

  7. Renee October 12, 2012 / 8:42 pm

    OMG! It sounds like its going to be so much fun! I would totallybe squeeing 🙂
    Have a great time

    • Kerry Freeman (@kfwritesbooks) October 14, 2012 / 9:33 am

      Thanks! I’m going to try not to squee TOO much or have any restraining orders placed on me 😉

  8. mantasticfiction October 14, 2012 / 1:30 pm

    Congratulations Chickie … you won! I will be contacting you directly about claiming your prize.

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