Hi there, everyone! I'm Michelle Roth and I'm here to introduce my latest release, Calculated Risk. It's a part of the Men For Hire anthology! If you or your readers have any questions for the authors, feel free to use the #menforhireantho hashtag  on Twitter and we'll reach out to you with answers!

I'm working with three other fantastic authors! Here's the line up of stories:

Got Muscle by Tina Donahue
Menage at Mealtime by Bella Settarra
Calculated Risk by Michelle Roth
Marital Duties by Jennifer Denys

Stella Whitman has inherited her mother’s country home. When she finds it in utter disrepair, her cousin suggests that she call Men for Hire in search of a handyman. When he arrives, she’s somewhat shocked to find that his deep brown eyes and rugged good looks are giving her some very inappropriate thoughts.

Despite his instant attraction to Stella, Ian Starling has convinced himself that they need to keep things strictly professional. He’s been burnt before and has vowed never again. It becomes increasingly more difficult as he gets to know her, though. Then one rainy night changes everything…

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She raised her hips and worked them against his hand, and moaned, “I want you inside me, Ian. Be inside me. I ache.”

He removed his fingers from her, a pained look on his face and said, “I didn’t exactly plan for this. I don’t have a condom. I really hope you’ve got one.”

“I do,” Stella said. She rolled over and pulled an unopened box from the bedside table. Opening it, she tore one off the strip and handed it to him.

Without any further ado, he tore open the package and rolled it over his hard length. He settled himself in between her thighs, his cock nudging against her opening. With one hand, he framed her face. The other guided him slowly inside her.

When he was buried fully inside her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips experimentally against him. She felt so full. So stretched.

The groan that left Ian sounded almost pained. His eyes fluttered closed as he said, “Don’t move, or this will be over quickly, Stella. It’s been a while since…”

Stella saw the strain on his face and the words just fell from her lips, “For me too. I’m already on the edge. You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this.”

Ian shook his head as he began to slowly work his hips against hers. He said, “I know, Stella. Every single time I saw those pouty lips of yours, I couldn’t help but think of them wrapped around my cock. That beautiful round ass of yours. I kept picturing it rosy pink from the palm of my hand. I wanted to fuck your tight little pussy with my tongue, my fingers, my cock … until you screamed so loud you were hoarse from it. And then I wanted to do it all over again.” His hips slapped against hers now, punctuating each word as he said, “I—have—every—idea.”

Michelle Roth is a novelist from the Great White North (Toronto, ON). When she’s not disappearing into foreign lands, or making two perfect strangers that she invented fall in love, she’s probably curled up somewhere with a glass of wine and a good book.

In her spare time she is typically hanging out with her awesome boyfriend and their two equally awesome cats. She likes taking road trips to nowhere in particular, cooking elaborate meals then making other people do the dishes, and being nerdy on the internet. Her books are currently available on Amazon, Nook, Kobo, and any other place that sells absolutely filthy romance novels.

It's my pleasure to have fellow Evernight Publishing author, Naomi Clark, on my blog today. She's here to share about her current release, The Sea Wife.



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It's probably no secret that I love shapeshifters, but normally I stick with werewolves. What can I say, I'm a traditionalist when it comes to these things! For THE SEA WIFE though, I branched out. It's impossible to be a fan of folklore and mythology and not know about selkies. There are loads of different stories surrounding these seal shifters, but I think probably the best-known is the idea that, if a man steals a seal-woman's skin, she's trapped and forced to become his wife. It's a sad story, but then, romantic tragedy seems to be a key element of selkie lore.

In THE SEA WIFE, I wanted to play on that element, but hopefully you won't find Charley and Nessa's story too sad! I like a little hope and happiness in my love stories after all!

Blurb

Charley and Nessa are from two different worlds. Nessa is a selkie and Charley is all too human. When selkies and humans fall in love, tragedy can follow. For Charley and Nessa, that never seems to matter when they're together. But when Nessa's seal skin is stolen, the lovers uncover all the reasons humans and selkies should stay in their separate worlds.

Excerpt

In seconds, Nessa was up on the ledge beside her, and Charley pulled her into her arms to kiss her fiercely. Nessa tasted of sea spray and sunlight, her long dark hair smelt of sea lavender, and her body fit perfectly against Charley’s, just as it always had. Now Charley was truly home.

They didn’t need words to greet each other, not really. They’d been meeting in this cave since Charley was fifteen. They’d been kissing since she was sixteen. Nessa slid her hands into Charley’s hair, freeing the messy red waves from the loose knot she’d tied them in. Nessa’s fingers trailed down Charley’s throat as they kissed, then down to grab the hem of Charley’s t-shirt. They broke the kiss briefly so Nessa could pull the t-shirt off and toss it aside. She fumbled with Charley’s bra, as she always did, and Charley giggled, as she always did, and slipped it off for Nessa. That too, was tossed away carelessly.

Charley skimmed her hands down Nessa’s bare back, relishing the little shivers she caused. She pushed away Nessa’s heavy locks and kissed the curve of her neck, licking drops of seawater from her skin while Nessa cupped Charley’s breasts and ran her fingers round her nipples. Charley sighed, burying her face in Nessa’s hair and soaking up her light, delicate touches. They’d been apart too long and she needed Nessa with an urgency that wouldn’t settle for light or delicate. She slid her arms round Nessa’s waist and pushed her to the blanket. She stood quickly, hopping like an idiot to kick her jeans off, and Nessa watched her with barely-contained laughter.

“If you just didn’t bother with clothes at all…”

“I’d be arrested for public indecency and you’d never see me again.” Charley dropped to her knees beside Nessa, trailing her fingers over Nessa’s stomach and down between her legs.

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About the Author

Naomi likes writing, perfume, fancy tea, and unfathomable monsters from the dark spaces between the stars, not necessarily in that order. She has been writing stories ever since she learned how to write, but is still trying to master the art of biography writing. When she's not dealing with werewolves, demons, or sea monsters, she's hanging out with her cat and probably watching a documentary about Bigfoot. If the cat isn't available, she's with her fiancé watching cookery shows and silently plotting her next book.

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I have some sad news to share with all you wonderful readers. Unfortunately, one of my publishers has decided to close their doors. They were kind enough to give me my first start and I'm so grateful for that. After many, many rejections I had almost given up on ever being a published author. It was this publisher who took a chance on me.

So...what does that mean for several of my books? As of today, (Sept. 1, 2015) all three of my Patience books (Forgiving Patience, Loving Patience, Trusting Patience), as well as Moving On, are no longer available for sale. You will still be able to purchase Headfirst Into Home and my coauthored book, Full Circle. Those two are with a different publisher. This is all new to me so I will need to take some time and weigh my options and see what is best for my writing career. Thankfully, I have other authors who are willing to guide me through this process. The romance community really is just that...a community of friends. I will get these books back up and available as soon as possible. I know some of you have asked about more Patience books. Don't worry, there will be more. I love that little town and all its characters too much to leave some of them hanging without ever finding love. :) Of course with all of this change it might take a tad longer for me to get those out to all of you. 

Thank you for being patient with me. You guys are the best!! 

Peri Elizabeth Scott and I are thrilled to share Full Circle with you. 

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~Happy Reading

I'm so excited to announce that the lovely, and so very talented Peri Elizabeth Scott and I co-wrote a book together! It's actually a project we've talked about doing for some time, but life got in the way and it got pushed back. But we finally were able to make it happen the beginning of this year. As of right now Full Circle is set to release August of this year with Evernight Publishing. I can't tell you how thrilled we are to be able to share this "lovers reuniting" story with you. We'll reveal more next month, so be sure to check back. :) 

The lovely Allyson Young is back to talk about her latest release, The Death of You. In my opinion, she's one of the best. :) Oh...and look at this cover. Wow!!  

Blurb:

Margaret Madeline O’Sullivan aka Maddy Powell, is on the run from two really bad guys. In hiding, she ventures out only to a Vantage, a BDSM club, living a lonely, isolated life during the day while exploring her submissive tendencies at night.


Rafe Mason and Connor Gillespie are accomplished Doms, ex-military men who are on the lookout for a submissive who will live with them in a permanent ménage. They set their sights on Maddy, and she finds herself fleeing two really good guys, because while she is incredibly drawn to Rafe and Connor, she will not risk bringing the kind of danger down upon them that she knows is stalking her.

The Doms persist and Maddy resists, until they kidnap her and coax out the truth. Can Rafe and Connor keep her safe? Or will she be the death of them? 

Excerpt: 

Her scream echoing within the confines of the bedroom, Maddy Powell scrabbled amongst the linens, yanking them aside until she could reach the gauzy fabric of the nightgown covering her belly. Now fully awake she pressed her hand against the thin length of raised tissue throbbing with the prickling phantom pain that had catapulted her out of a fitful sleep. No telltale wetness or shards of agony resulted from her tender touch, and she fell back against the pillow, limp with vast relief. Just a flashback of being slashed, then. Not real. Slowing her breathing with every exhale, she rolled her head to check the clock. There was no point in trying to go back to sleep so she clambered off the mattress and headed for the bathroom to shower. 

The steaming water rinsed off her favorite soap in bubbly rivulets that coursed over her bountiful curves, but the warmth didn’t prevent a shudder as details contained in the flashback coalesced—Ryker’s evil, curiously handsome features twisted with rage, the slash along the side of his face a seeping crimson streak that soured her stomach and made her falter…and the tables turned. With a gasp she reached to wrench the tap to cold for an instant, and the resulting deluge shocked her mind into neutral, erasing all the images.

Resting her forehead against the tiles, she focused on the night ahead. Club Vantage didn’t really get started until midnight on the weekends, and while she could have used some additional rest, the familiar curls of excitement soon overlaid the crash of adrenaline, building to warm her insides and pool between her legs. Time to choose an outfit and escape her past, even for a few hours. Maybe the Masters who occupied most of her waking thoughts would be there, and she could indulge in the fantasy that they were more to her than one scene. It was a dangerous fantasy, because she suspected they were indulging in the same wishful thinking, and that would never do. But a girl could always dream. Even a girl like her. 

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It's here, it's here! Headfirst into Home is finally available. Have I told you lately how much I heart this book? I adore Rachel and Ty. Who can resist a loving, dedicated mother and smokin' hot baseball player? Read on for a long excerpt. Leave me a comment. You like so far?

Prologue



Ten years ago

Ty didn’t know what he’d done to deserve a woman like Rachel Carson lying beside him, curled into his side. Maybe it had been fate. He’d never given fate and the thinking that things happened for a reason much thought before now. It didn’t seem right, saying everything that had happened in his life up until this point happened because of some bigger and better plan. But it had been pure luck that he’d driven up on his crush and her beat-up car broken down on the side of the road in the middle of a treacherous rainstorm.

He had barely been able to see two feet in front of him, but somehow he managed to catch sight of her little black car. It probably had something to do with the fact that lately she’d always seemed to creep into his thoughts. The storm calmed for a moment, but then showed its ugly head again. Because of the heavy downpour, they were left with no other option but to stop at a hotel.

His high school baseball coach usually held practice on Friday nights, but since a stomach bug had whipped through half of the baseball team, he had called it off. With the gift of a free Friday night, since he was one of the lucky ones who wasn’t puking his guts out in the toilet, Ty headed out of Lincoln Springs for the night. There was a batting cage the next town over he liked to hang out at. To some, beaches and gardens filled with wild flowers were an oasis. Not to him. He preferred a run-down batting cage. Even though he was a pitcher, it didn’t mean he didn’t like the sound of a ball coming off of a bat. He just didn’t particularly like the sound when he was the pitcher on the mound.

After an hour of hitting, he headed back home. He had expected the rest of his night to be lame. A Friday night with his grandmother was fine and all, mainly because he had a cool grandma who acted nothing like the stereotype. But this…with Rachel was about the best night of his life. Only in his dreams did he think he’d ever get the joy of having her wrapped in his arms. And what made the night even more perfect was they were going to spend the entire night together with no interruptions. For the next ten hours or so, it was only going to be “Ty had Rachel,” and he planned to enjoy every minute of it.

Another streak of lightening flashed outside of their window, seconds later followed by a clap of thunder. Rachel’s body jumped. And that only made her hold on him tighten.

Maybe Ty would start believing in fate. Because of Rachel’s fear of storms and tornadoes, she asked him to lie beside her in the bed instead of his makeshift one on the floor. The tears welling up in her eyes had him tugging her to him and whispering words of comfort in her ear. In that moment it didn’t matter that she had a longtime boyfriend. And although Ty couldn’t stand James Young for a lot of reasons—mostly because he got to call this woman his girlfriend—his intentions were pure and innocent. He believed he loved her, and wished to be something more than a friend to her for close to a year now. But just because he wanted it didn’t mean he was going to take advantage of her.

Holding her while she was scared out of her mind didn’t seem wrong. In fact it felt right. Maybe too right for where their lives were at the moment. He was casually dating Tiffany Perkins. But that wasn’t serious and he’d been thinking about ending it anyway. She was more wrapped up in herself and liked the attention she got from dating him, more than the actual dating him part. He doubted she cared anything deeply for him. But Rachel’s relationship with James was different. He could see she loved James. And just the thought of that fact about killed Ty. It was possibly childish, and he had no right to be jealous, but he wanted Rachel to love him the way he loved her.

At the moment though, she was touching him like he’d always wanted to touch her. He wanted the right to be able to reach out and take her into his arms. He wanted to be able kiss her if he wanted. When her eyes locked on his while one of her arms clung to his chest, he saw something different residing in her stare. They’d always had an awkward friendship. Mostly because she didn’t want to upset James and he didn’t want to put her in a bad situation. But right now, alone together, there was no James. It seemed Rachel was realizing the very same thing at that exact moment.

“Ty, I’m going to need you to distract me.” Her voice came out sounding fragile. “Can you do that please?”

He could practically see her mind moving a mile a minute. He was confused as to what to do. Did she want him to sing? Get up and make a complete fool out of himself by dancing? He was trying to do the right thing here, but the fear in her eyes along with something else he hadn’t seen from her before had him thinking she meant something else entirely. If she wanted something more she was going to have to spell it out for him.

He swallowed hard. “I can do that, sweetheart, but I’m not sure what you want me to do.”

God, she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that gave him butterflies. In his eighteen years of living, she was the only woman who caused him to experience such things. When she only gazed back at him, not saying a word, he asked, “Rachel, what is it you need from me? You name it and I’ll do it.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. The simple gesture caused her to suck in a breath. It caught him by surprise. “I don’t want to cross a line. I care about you too much to ruin anything we have. For once, things between us need to be clear.”

She pulled at his T-shirt until half of his stomach was revealed. The last thing he expected shy little Rachel to do was place her lips on his bare skin. He didn’t mean to, but a soft groan spilled from his lips. At least now he knew what kind of distraction she was looking for.

She looked up at him with a wanting in her eyes. And for the first time since the rain had started to pour, she didn’t seem to be scared anymore. “Is that clear enough?”

Wrapping his arms around her small waist, he pulled her up his body. “Once I start kissing you, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

In response, she threaded her fingers through his hair. She leaned down until her lips were tantalizing close to his own, and then whispered, “Kiss me, Ty.”

He put one of his hands behind her neck, and the other around her waist. Savoring this big, possibly life changing moment, he rose up and locked his lips onto hers. They were soft and warm. At first the kiss was sweet. Almost like they wanted to go slow and savor their first time together. But the longer they kissed, the more Ty needed. And by the soft moans and tugging the rest of his shirt up his chest, he figured Rachel was right there with him. She needed him as much as he wanted her. The knowledge of this made his heart swell a couple sizes.

He helped her pull his T-shirt over his head. Her fingers gently stroked from his shoulders down his arms.

Their hands and mouths moved over each other’s bodies, doing a little bit of exploring and a lot of pleasuring. There was something about her he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but knew somewhere deep that she was special—would always be special to him.

His jeans and her shorts were pulled down and puddled at the foot of the bed. He did away with his pants after pulling a condom from his wallet. Before he moved any further, he wanted to be clear with her. “You sure, honey?”

“Yes,” she simply said. “But I need to tell you something first.”

“What is it?”

She nibbled on her bottom lip before answering. “I haven’t been with anyone else.”

Okay, that was the last thing he expected her to admit. “Ever?”

She shook her head. “You will be my first.”

He stared into her eyes and could only read desire and need—for him. They’d been friends long enough for him to know she didn’t make rash decisions. Still…a decent guy would have hesitated, talked to her and found out why he’d been chosen as her first, but all the good guy parts took off to the unknown against his overwhelming desire to be with her.

“I promise to be gentle. You don’t ever have to worry about me hurting you.”

First, she kissed his shoulder, followed by placing her lips on his mouth. “I know. I trust you, Ty.”

Something this good couldn’t be anything other than fate.

* * * *

Fellow author and good friend, Peri Elizabeth Scott, has a new release coming your way. It's up for pre-order now on the BookStrand website. It releases tomorrow (Dec. 16th). I had the privilege of being a beta reader for this one, so you can believe me when I say you won't be disappointed. Heck, you can't go wrong with any Peri Elizabeth Scott book. :)  



Blurb:

Bronwyn Campbell is a contract lawyer who mixes business with pleasure when she is assigned to sculptor Aedan MacGregor. Alone in the world, Bronwyn finds herself head over heels in love with the taciturn Scot, and believes he feels the same about her, despite his single-minded focus on his art. Until she overhears a conversation between Aedan and his agents. 

Her perception of their relationship is challenged, hearing that while Aedan wants her in his life, it is as his lawyer—with benefits—and nothing long lasting. He doesn't require her in any other way. Falling back into old, learned behavioral responses, Bronwyn withdraws, and takes advantage of a job transfer opportunity while Aedan is overseas. Feeling she doesn't owe him an explanation, and in an effort to salvage some scrap of pride and assuage her broken heart, Bronwyn arranges to move to Atlanta.

But when it comes to eavesdropping, sometimes one doesn't hear everything…

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

 

Excerpt:

It shouldn’t feel worse than losing her parents, but it did, albeit in a different way. Certainly different than when Rodney kicked her to the curb, her heart already chastened and raw from being orphaned. She could excuse her need for Rodney, then desperate to have someone in her life to keep her afloat. She’d used him as he’d used her, and it was her pride that took the minor hit that time around.

The cab navigated the thronged streets of downtown and headed west toward the small suburb where her family home was located. Maybe that was the first indicator—Aedan never stayed over at her place. She’d inherited the two-story home when her parents had passed in that train accident in Europe, just after she’d graduated college, and while she rattled around in the commodious structure, she’d never thought to sell it. It was all she had of them aside from her memories, and thus far the commute wasn’t too onerous, if a long drive. In any event, Aedan had been there only once, when she needed to pack a bag for an unanticipated weekend trip with him. They’d saved time by sharing the car instead of meeting at the airport.

Reflecting on her alone state in an effort to avoid thinking about him, she supposed her antipathy for relationships was learned, modeled by her parents who’d shunned their own families. They’d married late in life, expressly against the wishes of their parents, some kind of Montague-Capulet scenario Bronwyn never really understood. She knew she lacked the extended family many other kids had while growing up, and the grandparents were now gone, the two cousins she knew of working overseas. Working in the very country Aedan was heading off to in the morning. Europe seemed to take people from her, but perhaps with an ocean between them she could manage to do what needed to be done.

Muted jazz emanated from the car’s speakers, and the driver’s head twitched along with the irregular beat. Her whole self felt irregular, and she slipped slightly out of focus as she recalled the remainder of the evening when she was faced with her actual place in Aedan’s life.

Rena and Craig had accompanied them back to his condo following the show. As his agents, the couple were all too willing to continue to celebrate the lucrative evening. Bronwyn would rather have celebrated it alone with Aedan, in a very different manner, but resigned herself to a much later night. Maybe that was her problem—she always took a backseat to other’s needs.

They’d sat around in his well-appointed living room, drinking wine and discussing future shows while she and Aedan exchanged glances full of promise. Or so she thought. Bronwyn had excused herself to the restroom, and on the way back to join them discovered for herself that old adage about eavesdroppers never hearing anything good about themselves.

She hadn’t meant to listen in, but when she heard her name mentioned, her footsteps had slowed and she hovered just out of sight in the hallway. She could hear the conversation now as if it were playing out right in front of her, set to the beat of the jazz the cabbie clearly enjoyed.

“She’s been nothing but good for you, Aedan.” Rena’s clear voice carried, and Bronwyn could detect nothing other than sincerity in her tone. It had warmed her heart, because she’d never been certain she had either Rena’s or Craig’s approval, and she wanted his friends to like her. Lord knew she had scarcely any of her own. As in one. That was her parents’ influence as well, isolationists. They were a close-knit unit of two, grudgingly opening up to include her on occasion. She’d worked so hard for their attention she lacked the energy to seek it out from others. No wonder she was stunted and couldn’t read people well in social situations. No wonder her world consisted of sterile, exact contracts. A person didn’t have to deal with emotions and people if they stuck to paperwork. Oh, how she wished she had stuck with that.

Aedan’s reply to Rena had shaken her a little, but he was such a practical man, and it had been her life’s mission to get him to express himself outside of his favorite medium of sculpting. She’d been tutoring herself in that regard, and thought it to be a pleasant learning experience together. Now she winced to think of just how expressive she’d been with the man she loved and believed loved her back. So she’d told herself his immediate answer felt like he was keeping their relationship private, as was his custom.

“Bronwyn’s been invaluable. Her ability and professionalism astounds me.”

Rena had laughed. “I’m sure, honey. But she’s also good for you personally.”

“She’s more than my lawyer,” Aedan admitted. “And that’s not a lifelong arrangement.” What? Was he thinking of a future without her? Without them?

Craig snorted. “You’re her biggest client and don’t ever think her firm hasn’t noticed all those billable hours. It doesn’t hurt that she worships the ground you walk on, buddy.”

“I didn’t ask for that from her, Craig. I don’t require it.” The ice in Aedan’s voice chilled her to the bone before her heart seized up. She’d made an involuntary noise and forced her feet to propel her forward to join them. It had taken all she had to smile faintly, and present herself like she hadn’t just heard herself being compartmentalized. Lawyer with benefits, short-term at that.

Rena and Craig looked uncomfortable, Rena shooting Craig a dark glance, but Aedan had no visible reaction to the conversation, other than a telltale tick in his jaw. Bronwyn pretended she hadn’t overheard anything. She knew Aedan was further annoyed when she avoided seating herself close beside him, but she’d made her way to the kitchen on the pretense of locating another bottle of wine. She formulated a plan to make her escape whilst staring into the depths of a cupboard, carefully keeping her back to the three of them, willing herself to breathe and assume a normal demeanor.


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What a week it’s been for the New York Yankees. I’ll let you in on a little secret about me…I’m a very emotional chick. I tear up A LOT. I cry during commercials, movies and TV shows, and have shed tons over my daughter’s accomplishments. And I know they say there’s no crying in baseball, but I can’t help it. My name is Jennifer, and I cry during baseball games. There…I said it.

From the start of the season we knew this was going to be Mariano Rivera’s last year. We’ve seen him go from city to city, being acknowledged for his greatness and the impact he’s made on baseball. He has to be hands down one of the classiest acts this game has ever seen. And I’m happy he’s been on our side for all these years. Former Yankee manager Joe Torre even said they wouldn’t have won all those championships without Mo closing out all those games. One hundred and sixty-two games is a lot of games, and should’ve given us time to prepare for his exit, but for me it didn’t. I cried like a baby Thursday night, the last time he took the mound at Yankee Stadium. He expressed his dream of wanting to play centerfield, and there was a lot of talk that the Yankees were going to make that dream a reality in Houston, the last series of the season, and just the thought excited me. But after Thursday night, Mo decided that was how he wanted to end his career. And if you haven’t seen it already, after you see the “exit of the Sandman” you can’t blame him. 

On Saturday baseball said goodbye to Andy Pettitte. He’s retired before, but I think this time made it seem final. He pitched his last game in Houston, his hometown, and pitched a complete game, which is something he hadn’t done since 2006. I didn’t know this until recently, but he’s never had a losing season. After getting the win against the Astros Saturday, he finished this season 11-11. He has been one of the most dominate pitchers in the postseason. And if you combine his postseason and regular season wins, he has two hundred and seventy-five W’s. (I think. I might be off a game.) He will be missed by all Yankee fans.

The Yankees’ season has been disappointing when you look at their record, and they will probably all tell you that. They play for championships, and consider the entire year a wash if they don’t walk away with a ring at the end of the season. But there have been some great moments this year that I’m happy I got to watch. So here’s to next season (raises up my cup of coffee). It won’t be the same without Mo and Andy, and I’m sure there will a lot more changes considering all the free agents, but I can’t wait to see what comes next.

~Thank you guys for sharing this baseball season with me. I hope we can do it again next year. :)