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First and Ten
    Part 1: Meet the QB
    An e-book series by Emily Embree
    Edited by Laura Kingsley
    copyrighted 2013
    all rights reserved...
    Published by Prehysteria Imprints...
    Disclaimer (the usual spiel we have to give.): This e-book is a work of
    fiction. Any similarity to persons living or dead is merely coincidental.
    We own all the important rights. This is for your enjoyment only. If you
    try to copy or share this e-book, you will be sacked by a a 300 pound
    lineman and have to be pried out of the grassy field with a shovel.
    Author's note:
    Hey Ladies! First and Ten is an Erotic/Romance serial novel that will
    be published in concurrent sections during the NFL Football season.
    While your man sits on the couch watching the games, you can entertain
    yourself with these. Let's face it—men in tight football pants are hot!
    After the initial first four parts are published in August for Training Camp,
    each new section will come out every two weeks during the season.
    --Emily Embree
    I am a huge football fan and am out of my mind crazy—rooting for the
    Miami Dolphins. Now on to the good stuff...
    Part 1: meet the QB
    “Come on in and have seat,” Jerry Gershwin—the Jerry Gershwin—
    owner of the Pro football team, the Miami Sharks—gestured to a seat in
    his office. He lived up to his title with a no-nonsense face punctuated with
    flaming white hair and dressed in an expensive suit. My eyes didn't miss
    he hadn't even loosened his tie a fraction of inch in the confines of his
    office.
    Nervously, I tried to smooth the nonexistent wrinkles of my tan—no
    nonsense, mid thigh length skirt—as I sat into the leather chair he pointed
    to. As recent graduate of Miami U, I had just hung my psych degree in the
    shabby, rundown office—I couldn't afford until I managed to convince
    some clients—that a wet behind the ears grad—could solve their marital
    woes. I had just been worrying over how I was going to do exactly that
    when Jerry called.
    “I appreciate you meeting me here. This is a matter of somewhat,
    delicate importance, and I didn't want word getting out to the press,” Jerry
    began.
    “It you hire me, confidentiality is assured unless you committed a
    felony. That's part of the oath I signed upon receiving my license to
    practice,” I bit my lip, mentally cursing myself—that was a blatant
    admission of my woeful inexperience. Hoping to recover smoothly from
    that gaff, I pressed my palms into my skirt. “How can I help, Mr Gershwin? What ever problems you're experiencing, I'm sure I can help.
    Is this a marriage issue or...”
    “Call me Jerry,” he waived me off with a bearish laugh. “I'm not
    seeking your services for myself, but one of my players...”
    “Oh?” I didn't know what to think of that. Did Pro Football team
    owners hire counselors for players with relationship issues? Wasn't there
    some sort of legal process I would have to undergo from the league? I had
    to admit to myself, I was woefully lacking in football knowledge. It
    wasn't exactly my favorite sport.
    “Megan Kelley, as I'm sure you are aware, the Sharks haven't won a
    championship for twenty years. We haven't had a winning season since I
    bought the team, seven years ago. I finally hired a coach who can turn us
    around. You may have heard of him. Bart Parmeal?”
    Who hadn't?—I had about as much interest in football as I did in the
    mating rituals of the Galapagos Tortoise, which is to say, about zero—but I
    knew who Bart Parmeal was. His name seemed to make the headlines once a
    week in football season. A five time Magnificent cup winner with three
    different teams who had a reputation for being so difficult to work with,
    he'd retire in the middle of a season if the owner tried to meddle in his
    program. He had even quit after one owner drafted a wide receiver over
    the linebacker he wanted. A real hothead as the rumor went. I hoped he
    wasn't having family issues...
    “Yes I have,” I smiled tightly.
    “Then.