
Game, Set, Love-Match
Sometimes, mistakes are the best things in life.
When Cassie Miller jets off to the remote island of Los
Tiqos, she expects to get an exclusive scoop with a
reclusive artist. Instead, she finds arrogant tennis ace
Filippo Fernandez.
There’s no doubt he’s gorgeous, but Cassie is not
in the mood for men. Never mind that she’s wasted a
fortune getting here. The worsening storm means she
can’t get away. The only protection she has is a leaky,
old guest house. Well, that and a candlestick. Having
mistaken Filippo, who has only come to check on her, for
an intruder, Cassie feels incredibly guilty.
They fight their way through the storm to the safety of
Filippo’s villa. Maybe it is the lightning, or the
electricity crackling between them, but Cassie submits to
the desires she’s long tried to deny.
But what happens on the morning after when the storm
clears?
Sensuality Rating:
STEAMY
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Full Novel (~57,000 words)
STORY AND ADULT EXCERPTS |

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GAME, SET, LOVE-MATCH
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4 Stars/Hot: "Filippo Fernandez is gorgeous and incredibly talented and has nothing in common with
Cassie [Miller], not even the color of his skin or his language. I admire the fact that he does not hold anything against Cassie and is all for finding happiness. He knows how to love a lady when one is thrown his way by fate. Cassie is a woman who doesn’t need another man adding to the emotional baggage she already has. She should be patted on the back for the way she deals with the ex through the story. She's spunky and tough and very loveable. The chemistry between the two of them is beyond hot, and I love the fact that they can't keep their hands off each other. Their budding relationship is funny, touching and just plain fun to read about! I love the verbal sparring between them and their sexual attraction just grows with each barb. It is like watching a highly charged tennis match in the characters’ personal arena where both the players are equally matched.
Game, Set, Love-Match
is sports romance at its best with tasty sex scenes and a beautiful ending. Ms. Dobbs has certainly scored with this fabulous read. It gets an enthusiastic thumbs up from this reviewer!" —Mahaira,
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
4 Cups: "Game, Set, Love-Match is
most refreshing. Cassie and Filippo are
enchanting characters that have lost in
their life and are trying to mend their
hearts. They get off to a rocky start then
end up discovering something lovely. Ms.
Dobbs paints a story that stops at nothing
to find that one dream for [love]
everlasting. She pens a pleasant read.
This is one tennis match that is quite
enjoyable." —Cherokee,
Coffee Time Romance
4 Hearts: "Sarah Dobbs demonstrates an excellent
understanding of her main characters, as
well as the secondary, supporting
characters. She takes a premise that could
very well have fallen flat on its face and
instead makes it both workable and
intriguing. Game, Set, Love-Match
is a story sure to appeal to many readers." —Annie,
The Romance Studio
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STORY EXCERPT
Cassie
heard Filippo fumble about before there was the sound of
matches being struck. The flaring light actually hurt her
eyes. She hugged her arms around her chest once again, not
because she remembered the see-through blouse, but because she
realized how cold it had suddenly become. Filippo came over
with a few candles flickering on a chipped saucer, some unlit
ones under one arm. Not only that, but the warmest, fuzzy
brown blanket she’d ever seen was laid over one arm. She
suddenly desired that even more than Filippo.
“Here.” He set the candle down on a long mahogany table
cluttered with photographs.
The
light was not good enough for her to see who was in the
pictures, but she didn’t want to appear nosy by ogling them.
Above the photo frames, on the cool stone walls, hung prints
that she recognized. Matisse, Monet, Cézanne…That was
surprising, Cassie thought. Remembering herself, Cassie took
the blanket from him and drew it around her shoulders. His
fingers were long, she noticed, the nails wide and round. The
blanket’s cozy fur tickled her neck. It slipped off her
right shoulder, and Filippo righted it for her.
Then
he staggered slightly, his whole weight making her knees
buckle. The unlit candles clattered to the floor, rolling
noisily about the wood. He squeezed her shoulder painfully.
“What
is it?”
“Sorry.
My head, I…” Filippo withdrew his hand and massaged the
bridge of his nose.
“Oh,
my God!” Cassie saw blood glitter in the candle light.
“You really are bleeding!”
He
gave her a heavy-lidded look. “I really am bleeding.”
“Well,
you didn’t believe me about the guesthouse.”
His
sigh sounded weary. “A truce then.”
Now,
Cassie felt more motherly than anything. She had an
overwhelming urge to look after him. It was only natural, she
supposed, being that she was the one who’d done the damage
in the first place. Yet there was something about him,
regardless of the defensive I-don’t-need-anybody front. More
than that, although Filippo’s physical strength was
unquestionable, and his body screamed that he was a man, there
was something almost boyish in his handsome features—a
gentle look beneath the giant exterior that cried out to be
cared for.
“Now,
you wait there,” Cassie ordered and fumbled about for the
stray candles. The blanket completely fell from her shoulders,
but Cassie didn’t have time to think about whether he could
see through her blouse. She snatched up a couple of candles
and lit the tall, blue stalks off the ones that were already
aflame. “Where’s the bathroom?”
Filippo
waved one arm roughly in front of her. “To your left. Yes,
that’s it.”
Cassie
groped about for a towel, ran the tepid water onto it, and
wrung it out. “You should lie down,” she said, returning
to the hallway. “Where’s the couch?”
“The
bed.” He allowed her to help him upright from where he’d
leaned against the hall table. “I’m fine, really.”
“Clearly,”
she said when he lost his footing again.
Cassie
grabbed his forearm to steady him, her fingers barely curling
around half of his powerful arms. She let go, stung, when she
thought Filippo pushed her away from him, but his arm only
snuck under hers and around her back, gripping the sodden
waist of her trousers. He led the way to the bedroom as Cassie
struggled under his weight. His solid, male body was heavy,
but it was a comfortable sort of heavy against her side, a
heaviness that she could imagine atop of her, making breathing
difficult. Even through their damp clothes, she could feel
that his skin was hot. Cassie tried to force herself to
concentrate on the task at hand—that and not allowing the
candles she was clutching precariously to set her blouse on
fire.
“This
is it.” Filippo shoved back a door with one palm. “Watch
your step.”
His
thoughtfulness was surprising, especially since he was the one
with the injury. Then he collapsed onto the mattress and sat
there.
“You
should lie down,” she suggested. He seemed to agree and
dragged his long legs up onto the bed. He heaved a great
sigh—she must have hit him harder than she’d thought—and
lay his arms crisscrossed onto his stomach. She wondered if
he’d fallen asleep straight away. Was that a bad thing? Did
that mean he was concussed? Would he need to go to the
hospital? Would she go to jail for clobbering a celebrity?
“Steady,
Cass,” she whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing.”
She laughed self consciously and made to leave the room.
“Where
are you going?”
His
accent was attractive like the rest of him. He lay on the bed,
with wet clothes…Cassie swallowed. “Just going to get the
towel. Got to wipe away some of that blood.”
She
crept away and returned quickly with the towel and the blanket
he had given her. Again, his breathing seemed slow, as if he
had gone to sleep. Cassie was worried about that and wondered
if she should do something to keep him awake. Setting the
candle down on the bedside table, Cassie tentatively leaned
over to wipe his forehead, where little rivulets of blood had
dried. Thank heaven, she’d only cracked him on the head, she
thought nonsensically. Cassie reckoned women the world over
would be in mourning had she mucked up this angelic face.
Filippo
winced as she worked but otherwise didn’t stir. Cassie tried
to decide whether it was a good idea to let him sleep in his
wet clothes. She knew she herself was shivering, and she
didn’t have a head injury. Telling herself it was with
purely Florence-Nightingale intentions, Cassie sat on the edge
of the bed and slowly began to undo Filippo’s shirt.
Heart
beating in her ears, her fingers fumbled with the buttons. She
peeled the fabric away from his chest, which was a sight to
set her heart racing. Clear, broad, lithe and brown, there was
not an ounce of fat. Just pure perfection. His nipples were
small and taut, fringed with a slight fuzz of dark hair that
also nestled in the center of his chest. The same hair traced
a line down the center of his stomach, disappearing beneath
his trouser line.
Great
idea, Cass. Now, how do you get it off? Cursing softly,
Cassie tried to sneak her arms under his back to gather him
up. Another great
idea—not. Next, she leaned over him to pull the soaked
fabric to his far shoulder before trying to ease it off
without disturbing him.
Filippo’s
long fingers fastened around her wrist, holding her in place.
She inhaled sharply.
“I
was just…”
Filippo’s
shocking green gaze rendered her speechless. His eyes
glittered almost gold in the dancing candlelight. To Cassie,
there seemed to be incredible pain behind those pretty, pretty
eyes. Then that intense stare traveled over her body. It
wandered over the planes of her face, the tied-back hair that
was starting to come loose and frizz in the damp air, raking
over her breasts probably revealed by her still-wet blouse.
Cassie
held her breath. He was looking at her, looking at her
the way she had never dreamed a man like he would bother...
ADULT EXCERPT
Filippo
continued, bending down to completely denude her of the very last garment. He
stood back up to his full height, and Cassie made to turn away from the mirror.
He kept her in place firmly. “Do you see now? Do you really see?” he
murmured. “Do you understand how beautiful you are?”
Cassie
licked her lips, but the anxiety whirling in her dark, mysterious eyes softened
to some form of acceptance. She lowered her head, and her hair slipped over her
eyes and caressed her ivory skin. The contrast was breathtaking. Filippo’s
own ruddy coloring was revealed through his unbuttoned shirt, dark against her
whiteness. It was fire against ice, and the ice was melting in his hands,
especially when his hand crept again over her stomach and down to her glossy
pubic hair. She gasped when his finger expertly probed the moistness between
her legs. Glancing in the mirror, Filippo saw the lust explode behind her blue
eyes.
She
twirled towards him and completed her earlier work—opening the last button.
In the mirror, Filippo watched the muscles work in her back as she did so, saw his own fingers
caress the creamy globes of her bottom. Cassie pulled off his shirt, throwing
the light fabric next to the sink. Then her eyes went down, and she bit her lip
in anticipation. His simple black dress pants bulged at the crotch, his cock
ready for her attention. So delicately, she released another button, then a
zip, then his trousers. He felt her trembling as she lifted the elastic lip of
his boxer shorts up and over his upright cock. She knelt as she pushed his
shorts down. Her
fingers brushed the hairs on his legs as she stood back up.
This
was it. She blinked, beautiful and ready…for him. Filippo lay down on the white
bathroom tiles, the cold floor pressing against his back, ass, and legs. He
drew her down with him so that her knees were on either side of his hips and he
watched the whole length of his cock disappear inside her, inch by inch. In the
mirror, he also saw the unaccustomed pleasure on his face as she accepted his
full hilt...
SIREN SEX Rating
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SENSUAL:
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
audience (BookStrand) |
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STEAMY:
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand) |
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SIZZLING:
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
readers (SIREN) |
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SCORCHING:
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN) |
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SEXTREME:
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
(SIREN) |
SIREN BOOK LENGTH
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NOVELLA:
15,000-25,000
words |
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NOVEL:
25,000-55,000
words |
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FULL
NOVEL: 55,000-80,000
words |
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PLUS
NOVEL:
80,000-100,000
words |
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SUPER
PLUS
NOVEL:
100,000-140,000
words |
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HUMONGOUS
NOVEL:
140,000+
words |
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