Not exactly…But maybe it should be.
It’s tennis player Rafael Nadal with singer Shakira. Tennis fans have enjoyed watching Rafa play on the court for years. But looking at this, it isn’t difficult to imagine him playing another kind of love game off the court.
Not difficult with any of these tennis players either.
Why not have some fun with these hunks off the court as well as on it?
Write a scene or chapter involving your favorite tennis player and post it here. Simply put it in the comments field.
I’ll serve first using an excerpt from my romance novel, It’s a Love Game.
Who’s our hero? His name is Jack Archer.
Tommy was the inspiration for the character. Read on to see what happens when Tommy engages in a rally on the tennis court with our heroine, Lizzie Bennington.
[Setup to the Scene: The night before this scene takes place, Lizzie unexpectedly runs in to Tommy Haas at a charity event that she attends with her doubles partner, Dave. Tommy is surly and slightly inebriated. The last time he saw Lizzie, she had rejected his advances and her landlord, watching from a window had come out and socked him in the eye. At the charity event, Tommy tells Lizzie she ought to get home early “like a good little girl” if she plans on training early in the morning.]
It was only eight o’clock in the morning, and Lizzie had already been training for two hours. She hadn’t planned to train this early, but she hadn’t been able to sleep last night. She was so angry. Most of her anger was directed at herself. Why had she tried to engage Tommy in a conversation when it was so clear that he had no interest in talking to her? She had seen the cold look in his eyes. She should have walked away when Dave did. She was a fool for trying to be pleasant while Tommy behaved so rudely.
She should have felt more tired than she did, especially since she had hardly slept last night. It was nearly twelve hours later, and even after a long run and lifting weights, Lizzie still could not let go of her anger. She pulled her bag out of the locker and slammed it shut. She swung the bag over her shoulder and headed out of the locker room. She gripped the strap of the bag, making a tight fist with her hand.
When I think that I actually felt bad for that arrogant bastard after Flint socked him, she thought as she turned the corner and her fist smacked right into Tommy’s solar plexus.
“What are you trying to do?” he gasped as he stumbled backward, taking her with him. “You want to finish what your landlord started?”
Lizzie was stunned and for a moment stood there in Tommy’s arms. When she realized it was Tommy she had run into, she pulled back. “I didn’t see you.”
“Are you sure about that? Because your aim was pretty good,” he said, rubbing the spot where her fist had made contact.
“What are you doing here?”
“I thought I might hit the ball around.”
He shrugged. “Why not?”
“I guess I’m just assuming you weren’t a good little boy last night and didn’t get to bed early.”
He grinned, leaning seductively against the wall. “Yeah, well, I play hard and I party hard.”
She thought it better to ignore that comment. “What about your leg?”
“It’s doing fine. I’m just talking about hitting the ball around. How about it?”
“How about what?”
“How about hitting the ball with me? There’s no one else around. I’ll go easy on you. And nothing you hit my way is going to be more than I can handle.”
Lizzie grit her teeth. She took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and tightened the fist gripping her bag. “Okay.”………………………………………………………………………
[To find out what happens next, scroll down to the next post.]