THE OFF SEASON by Megan Green – Blog Tour

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Title: The Off Season

Author: Megan Green

Genre: Sports Romance

 

 

About The Off Season:

He had it all…

 

The day Ian “Tag” Taggart’s world comes crashing down around him, he’s sitting in a fast food drive-thru, waiting for an order of fries. Golden boy of the MLB and shortstop for the Washington Rampage, Tag quickly finds himself losing grip on his superstar life with the use of two awful words: sexual assault.

 

The only problem? He’s innocent.

 

Tag’s willing to do anything to prove to the world he’d never commit the crime he’s been accused of. So when his agent suggests taking a break from the spotlight, he listens. The quiet town on Maple Lake is everything Seattle isn’t. And Lexi Barnes is everything he wasn’t expecting to find.

 

Running from a past she can never escape, Lexi wants nothing to do with her new neighbor. But fixing up an old house takes more work than anticipated, and the new guy in town happens to have quite the set of carpentry skills. She won’t let herself fall for him though. She has no room in her life for love.

 

If only someone would tell her heart that.

 

He’s funny and charming. She’s closed off and rude.

 

Together, they’re like fire and ice.

 

Prepare to get burned this Off-Season.

 

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Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line! You can find her here:

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THE OFF SEASON by Megan Green – Release Day Blitz

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Title: The Off Season

Author: Megan Green

Genre: Sports Romance

 

 

About The Off Season:

He had it all…

 

The day Ian “Tag” Taggart’s world comes crashing down around him, he’s sitting in a fast food drive-thru, waiting for an order of fries. Golden boy of the MLB and shortstop for the Washington Rampage, Tag quickly finds himself losing grip on his superstar life with the use of two awful words: sexual assault.

 

The only problem? He’s innocent.

 

Tag’s willing to do anything to prove to the world he’d never commit the crime he’s been accused of. So when his agent suggests taking a break from the spotlight, he listens. The quiet town on Maple Lake is everything Seattle isn’t. And Lexi Barnes is everything he wasn’t expecting to find.

 

Running from a past she can never escape, Lexi wants nothing to do with her new neighbor. But fixing up an old house takes more work than anticipated, and the new guy in town happens to have quite the set of carpentry skills. She won’t let herself fall for him though. She has no room in her life for love.

 

If only someone would tell her heart that.

 

He’s funny and charming. She’s closed off and rude.

 

Together, they’re like fire and ice.

 

Prepare to get burned this Off-Season.

 

 

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“You’re sure you don’t need my help, Lex? I’m more than happy to hang around a bit longer.”

I let out a deep breath, blowing away the strand of hair that fell across my face, as I scrub the kitchen floor. “I told you, Ella, I’m fine. Get your ass out of here, and get back to those babies of yours. Drew is probably going out of his mind by now.”

My sister pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, her eyes darting from where I’m kneeling on the floor to the stacks of boxes arranged haphazardly around the room. “I feel bad, leaving you like this. I was the one who convinced you to move all the way out here. The least I can do is help you unpack.”

Dropping the scrub brush back into the bucket of soapy water, I push myself up off my knees and take in my sister. For a woman who had twins only six months ago, she looks amazing. In blue leggings and a white T-shirt, you’d never guess that, only half a year ago, the woman looked like she’d swallowed an entire watermelon. Maybe two. I’ve always envied her for that. Throughout our childhood and teen years, she was able to eat anything she wanted without a second thought to what it might do to her thighs while, if I even looked at a cheeseburger, I would gain ten pounds. I’ve spent my entire life counting calories and watching everything I put into my mouth, and I still never look as good as she does without any effort.

Until now anyway. I haven’t exactly had much of an appetite this past year. That’s one perk of everything that’s happened. I’m the thinnest I’ve ever been in my life. Probably too thin, if there is such a thing.

I walk across the room, circling my arms around Ella’s shoulders when I reach her, giving her a brief, firm hug. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Ells. You believed in me when nobody else did. You stood by my side when everyone else turned the other cheek. And you helped me find my dream house without even knowing it was what I was looking for.”

Ella’s brows rise in a skeptical look as she takes in the run-down condition of my new home. “Dream house, huh? I think you should set your sights a little higher next time, Lex.”

I laugh as I spin her around and shuffle her toward the door. “You just wait. Fixing this place up is exactly what I need. It’s going to be freaking spectacular.”

My hand closes around the doorknob, pulling hard to open the front door that I already know sticks slightly. It’s one of the many things on my list of to-dos for this place. When the door still doesn’t budge, I brace my foot up on the frame for leverage, giving it another strong tug.

My sister’s laugh registers before the fact that I’m now planted squarely on my ass, doorknob in hand. I look between it and the new hole in the door where the knob used to be, and before I can help myself, I join in.

“God, this place is a dump,” I say between breaths, wiping the tears developing in my eyes. It’s the first time in a long time that the tears are from laughter and not pain and anguish. It feels so good to laugh.

And then the guilt hits.

Do I deserve to feel good after what I did? Do I deserve to laugh with my sister after almost taking that privilege from someone else? I ruined someone’s life. What in the hell am I thinking, sitting here in a fit of giggles while that person is still going through hours of pain and therapy?

About the Author:

Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line! You can find her here:

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Title: The Off Season

Author: Megan Green

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: February 1st

 

 

About The Off Season:

He had it all…

The day Ian “Tag” Taggart’s world comes crashing down around him, he’s sitting in a fast food drive-thru, waiting for an order of fries. Golden boy of the MLB and shortstop for the Washington Rampage, Tag quickly finds himself losing grip on his superstar life with the use of two awful words: sexual assault.

The only problem? He’s innocent.

Tag’s willing to do anything to prove to the world he’d never commit the crime he’s been accused of. So when his agent suggests taking a break from the spotlight, he listens. The quiet town on Maple Lake is everything Seattle isn’t. And Lexi Barnes is everything he wasn’t expecting to find.

Running from a past she can never escape, Lexi wants nothing to do with her new neighbor. But fixing up an old house takes more work than anticipated, and the new guy in town happens to have quite the set of carpentry skills. She won’t let herself fall for him though. She has no room in her life for love.

If only someone would tell her heart that.

He’s funny and charming. She’s closed off and rude.

Together, they’re like fire and ice.

Prepare to get burned this Off-Season.

 

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I’ll never forget where I was the day my world came crashing down around me.

I wish I had a better story. Something like, I was volunteering at a hospital, visiting sick children, when the news first hit. Or, I had just finished saving an old woman and her forty-two cats from a burning building when my agent called.

But no. I was sitting in the fucking drive-through at McDonald’s, waiting for my daily fix of salty goodness, when the radio newscaster interrupted coverage of the Seahawks game to drop what would turn out to be the most defining moment of my life thus far.

“Charges have been filed against MLB star Ian Taggart, better known as Tag Taggart, of the Washington Rampage. Our sources say a young woman has come forward with allegations that Taggart sexually assaulted her after their division win last season.”

I didn’t hear what he said after that, my Bluetooth kicking on in my truck as I answered the call from Ray, my agent.

What had started as a simple stop through a pick-up window ended up being the catalyst to the worst period of my entire life. And, now, six months and hours and hours of turmoil, frustration, and a hell of a lot of anger later, it all comes down to this moment.

My career.

My life.

My future.

Coach Peters is sitting across from me with James Shelton, the Rampage’s GM, to his left.

Lucky for me, Mr. Lane couldn’t be here today. As the owner of the team, he generally tries to stay abreast of anything involving his players. He’s a little too involved, if you ask me. I’ve had far more meetings with the man in the past few months than I ever cared to have in my life. Add in the fact that he’s a class-A douche canoe, and…well, let’s just say, there are times when I’ve had to wonder if this is my punishment for the crime I didn’t even commit. Having to deal with Tyler Lane on the regular has to be worse than any prison cell could ever be.

And that’s right; you heard me correctly. I know that’s the standard answer all assholes give when they’re hit with a rape charge. And I know, ninety percent of the time, they’re lying through their teeth. Being a professional athlete seems to make some guys think they’re untouchable—a fact I can attest to from the hundreds, if not thousands, of times I’ve witnessed unwanted advances, unpaid tabs, drugs, and dozens of other less than savory activities. But I digress.

The fact is, I am not that guy. I love women. I respect women. Fuck, if I could build a shrine to women and worship at the altar of femininity, I would. Because, if there’s one thing in this world I love more than baseball, it’s the female body. But I would never touch a woman in any way that was unwanted or untoward.

The night I met Angela Hancock was the best night of my life.

We’d just won our division championship—a first in my seven years with the Rampage—and I was riding high. And I could think of no better way to celebrate than a night out with my teammates, a few bottles of Jack split between us, and a couple of willing females to keep us company.

I set my sights on Angela the moment I spotted her on the dance floor, her short black skirt and low-cut red top too mouthwatering to resist. When she took a break from her friends and headed to the bar to refresh her drink, I made my move.

Now, I’m not going to lie and say I had to work to get her attention. To be totally honest, I’ve never had any trouble finding a woman to warm my bed. With my muscular build, tan skin, and fucking adorable smile—you try to tell me dimples aren’t cute—I know I fit the mold of what women consider hot. And, before you start to think I’m a cocky asshole, let me stop you right there. There’s a difference between conceit and confidence. My teammate Simon Weaver is an arrogant fuckwit. Me, on the other hand? I radiate a smooth assurance that women can’t help but be attracted to.

To say getting Angela back to my room was easy would be an understatement. After one quick dance—if you could even call it that—we basically just dry-humped the shit out of each other for three minutes. And, with another shot of Jack for the road, we were on our way.

I might have had a few drinks, but I wasn’t drunk. And I can say with absolute certainty that everything that happened that night was completely consensual.

Angela slammed the door behind us and had my shirt off and her hand down my pants faster than you could say, Do you have a condom? I’ve always been a sucker for a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to take control.

But, even in my lust-fueled state, I wasn’t too far gone to stop for protection and to make sure she understood what this was.

“This is only for tonight. You got that, right?”

Not exactly the most romantic thing in the world to hear two seconds before some dude shoves his cock inside you, but as I said, I like to make sure a woman knows exactly what she’s getting with me.

She made no bones about my declaration, and the next few hours were pretty fucking amazing, if I do say so myself.

In fact, the only reason I remembered who she was when Ray called me to give me the deets on the woman pressing charges was because of what a fantastic lay she had been. Normally, I’m a love-’em-and-leave-’em kinda guy—all their faces sort of blurring together into one giant blob of sexy times.

Hey, I said I wasn’t a rapist. I never said I wasn’t a whore.

 

About the Author:

Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line! You can find her here:

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