Match Point
Match Point
Chelsea Dorsette

After losing her mother to cancer, Kelly musters up the courage to leave her lucrative real estate career behind and move to South Carolina to pursue her dream of becoming a mystery writer. In those wildest dreams did she ever imagine she would meet - let alone fall in love with - Patrick, her sexy tennis instructor. What starts as innocent flirting quickly becomes the most erotic sexual relationship she has ever had.

When things start heating up, two jealous tennis club employees hatch a plot to break them apart. When Patrick thinks there’s no hope of ever getting Kelly back, an unexpected conversation gives him the information he needs to exact revenge. But will it be enough to get Kelly back into his life and his bed again?

ISBN ebook: 978-1-77168-011-0
FICTION | Erotica
Word Count: 22,000
List Price: $2.99
Published: December 1, 2013
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"This was a HOT read, and I was pleasantly surprised to come across a few scenes that I have never encountered before…"

~ The Reading Cafe


After two days of writing non-stop, Kelly was ready for her first tennis lesson. Her body was stiff from sitting and she desperately wanted to move around. Arriving promptly at the courts at 10:00 am, she checked in and was told to wait at court 2 for Pat, her instructor. Walking out to the designated court, she hoped that Pat was a nice woman and that they’d get along well. Placing her tennis bag on the bench, she leaned over and dug into its contents rummaging around for her visor. As she retrieved the visor and straightened back up, she jumped when she turned and saw a man standing there with a racquet and a big basket of tennis balls. “Oh my gosh!” she cried. “You scared me! I didn’t hear you!”

With an apologetic smile he said, “You must be Kelly. I’m Patrick.” Kelly felt like she was moving in slow motion. She was completely mesmerized by this gorgeous man and had trouble reaching out to shake his hand. His eyes held onto hers and for a few seconds, all they could do was stare at each other. How in the world was she going to be able to be with this man for the next hour? Better yet, how was she going to be able to move when her feet felt like they were cemented to the ground? This was not the Pat Kelly had envisioned as her instructor. She was expecting a woman. Standing face to face with a gorgeous man had her completely taken aback.

With a nervous giggle, Kelly said apologetically, “I wasn’t expecting a male instructor. They called you ‘Pat’ and I just assumed…”

“That’s OK,” Patrick interrupted. “A couple of the ladies in the clubhouse call me Pat, but I prefer Patrick.”

Regaining her composure somewhat, Kelly snapped herself back to attention and answered the questions he asked about why she was taking lessons and what she wanted to achieve. Having all his questions answered to his satisfaction Patrick gave her a heart-melting smile and said, “OK then. Let’s get to it!” Walking over to her side of the court she couldn’t help but think, Easy for you to say!

It took every bit of Kelly’s concentration that hour to keep her eye on the ball and not on Patrick. His arms and his legs were muscular, his stomach flat and his chest broad. She thought she had won the tennis instructor lottery! Asking her to come up to the net, Patrick explained that he wanted her to hit some volley shots from there. Kelly didn’t have much net experience and many of her return shots were going out. The next thing she knew, Patrick put down his racquet and came over to her side of the court. She had no idea what he was up to or why he was coming around. Stopping next to her he explained, “Let me show you how you should be hitting this shot.” Positioning himself behind her so the front of his body was up against her back, Patrick reached his hand around and grasped her arm that was holding the racquet.

Kelly could feel his breath on the back of her neck and his strong male body pressed against her. With her wrist firmly in his grip, Patrick moved her arm back and forth showing her the best way to hit the shot. Kelly went completely breathless with him being so close. He was pressed up against her quite firmly as he repeated his instruction a few more times making sure she got the feel of it. When Patrick finally released his hold on her and stepped back, Kelly thought her knees would go out from under her.

Trying to sound casual and nonchalant, she thanked him for the lesson. Looking deeply into her eyes Patrick replied in a soft and sexy tone, “The pleasure was all mine.” And with a barely perceptible wink he said, “See you next time.”

About Chelsea Dorsette

Chelsea Dorsette was born in Boston, Massachusetts and now calls Raleigh, North Carolina home. Her writing career began after college in the radio broadcasting industry as a commercial copywriter. Some years later, she penned a handful of children’s short stories. Recently, she spent three years learning the craft of lyric writing with direction from some great Nashville songwriters. Chelsea's current love is writing erotic short stories. She loves the outdoors, her husband of 30 years, her family and friends, and of course her much beloved dog, Bradley.

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