It’s with great pleasure to announce that Jill Arehart has agreed to narrate THE 90 DAY RULE. I’ve been cautiously dipping my toe in the audiobook format, and now that Roman (Saints and Sinners) and Points on a Curve are a wrap, I decided to give one of my earlier works a chance to find a new audience.
To that end I re-edited The 90 Day Rule, and in the process rediscovered how much I love this story about second chances. I can’t want to hear Jes’ tale as told by Jill Arehart
The 90 Day Rule (Nya Rawlyns)
Sports romance with sass
When playing by the rules means stepping over the line…
Sometimes starting over means trying out assault and battery, especially when the object d’ violence is a cheating husband caught in the act. Restraining orders aside, safety comes in numbers and having certain … standards.
For Jessamine chaos and capitulation are facts of life. Giving up dreams to service her husband’s ambitions and enabling the same blind submission in her own daughter ends abruptly, leaving her rootless, homeless and destitute.
For some people, it is the kindness of strangers who make the difference but for Jes it is the unlikely alliance of the mother-in-law-from-hell, a devastatingly handsome basketball coach and a phalanx of determined team members who convince a woman of a certain age that beginning again doesn’t mean giving up or giving in.
The only problem is … there’s that pesky 90 day rule.
Reviewer says: Who knew the POV of a scorned woman could add a bit of sunshine to this winter reading list? [Nya Rawlyns] latest is a chick-lit confection made up of smart dialogue and the kind of court and spark of every kind that will have fans of romance and sports turning the page.
Jack glared at me, our bodies locked in a rigid stand-off, guns cocked, ready to unleash with both barrels.
He answered my unspoken question with one of his own. “When he pressed you, what did you do?”
“Roddie. He was all over you. What. Did. You. Do?” Each word was punctuated with latent aggression.
“I pushed back.”
“Exactly.” Jack leaned in, so close it made me afraid. Terrified. Because I knew what was coming.
“You are a force of nature out there, Jes, a warrior. Nothing on God’s earth can stop you when you go after what you want.”
But that was different. It was a game. Just a game. Wasn’t it?
“It’s not just a game. Not to people like us. We live and breathe the same air, Jessamine Cavanaugh.” He stroked my collar bone, his voice ragged and needy. “Do you understand what I’m saying?”