The Sweet Spot

By Dorothy Kane Liddle

Divorced, forty-two year old club member Joni Spencer is hiding feelings for the new twenty-six year old assistant golf pro heartthrob Jeff Nieman. When a golf lesson leads to a dinner date and a night of unbridled lovemaking, Joni and Jeff must confront the challenges their age difference and Jeff’s harassment by older women members at his previous club present for them. Just as Joni and Jeff’s relationship is about to strike a “sweet spot,” Joni mistakenly interprets a hug and embrace Jeff receives from a female employee. Can Joni overcome her error in time to avoid losing Jeff and her future happiness?

• Language: English
• Publisher: eXtasy Books Inc
• Release date: Oct 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781487408527

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In life as in golf, there is always a sweet spot

Divorced, forty-two year old club member Joni Spencer is hiding feelings for the new twenty-six year old assistant golf pro heartthrob Jeff Nieman. When a golf lesson leads to a dinner date and a night of unbridled lovemaking, Joni and Jeff must confront the challenges their age difference and Jeff’s harassment by older women members at his previous club present for them. Just as Joni and Jeff’s relationship is about to strike a sweet spot, Joni mistakenly interprets a hug and embrace Jeff receives from a female employee. Can Joni overcome her error in time to avoid losing Jeff and her future happiness?

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The Sweet Spot

Copyright © 2016 Dorothy Kane Liddle

ISBN: 978-1-4874-0852-7

Cover art by Latrisha Waters

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The Sweet Spot

The Games Lovers Play

By

Dorothy Kane Liddle

Dedication

For all who know a game more important than life or death

Chapter One

Joni watched helplessly as the ball she putted began drifting away from the hole. And drifted. And drifted.

And drifted.

It’s farther away now than before I hit it, she moaned to her playing partners gathered on the 18th green. Her shoulders sagged, as she loped indifferently to where her ball had finally stopped. A miserable end to a miserable round.

You need that putting lesson, Margaret offered. At fifty-two, Margaret was the oldest of the women in the foursome, and, Joni thought, the wisest as well.

Joni shook her head as she bent down to mark her ball. I don’t know if lessons would even help at this point. I swear today’s been like I’ve never played the game before.

Margaret glanced over to Beth and Diane, the other playing partners, who both looked back at Margaret and nodded.

That’s golf, Margaret said, placing her ball down and picking up her marker. She took one quick look at her line and then calmly and easily stroked her twelve-footer dead into the center of the cup.

Smiling, Margaret walked to the hole and picked up her ball to compliments of nicely done and nice putt from all her partners.

Maybe you should give me the lesson, Joni said.

What, and miss the opportunity to have Jeff’s arms around you to show you the proper setup? Beth said, as she putted next and left her par putt on the lip of the cup. Crap, she muttered, and swiped the ball up angrily. That was for an eight-nine. Would have broken ninety for the first time this season.

That’s okay. You still shot Margaret’s age, Diane said, as the others cringed at her lame joke.

And if you’re lucky, you’ll get the chance to shoot my age one day, young lady. Margaret’s mocking retort was good-natured, though Margaret noted that only Joni got the double-entendre. Ten years older than Joni and twenty more than Beth and Diane, Margaret had nevertheless become a regular playing partner and a social friend to the others, following their meeting during their golf club’s group lessons program two years ago. Margaret served as the surrogate mom for Beth and Diane, and had become well-versed in all the good and bad of their relatively young marriages.

Well, I need to make this for a ninety-five, Joni said, lining up her putt and then sailing it a good four feet past the hole.

Jeesh, she said, glaring at the ball. I can’t believe how much I stink at this game anymore. She walked over to her missed putt and, not even bothering to line it up, nonchalantly knocked it in. She looked derisively at the hole and said, I do better not trying at all.

They finished up on the green, with Diane making her short bogey putt and a round of a hundred and five. They removed their visors and shook hands all round.

Time for wine, Beth said. Margaret’s buying, to celebrate her eighty-three.

Nice try, dear, Margaret said. And it’s an eighty-one.

Oooh, Beth retorted. Get a look at Ms. Sorenstam over here.

And how many birdies did you make today, Margaret? Joni asked. Like four?

No, just two, Margaret corrected.

To Joni, Margaret was more like a big sister, but one she adored.

Well, that’s two more than I managed, Joni said, as they marched off the green, their bags in tow in their pull carts behind them. I think even Diane beat me today.

No way, Beth chimed in. She never beats anybody.

Diane stuck her tongue out girlishly at her best friend.

It’s not about winning or beating anyone, Margaret said. It’s about camaraderie and the fresh air.

Drop dead, Meg, Diane said darkly. How many club championships have you won now?

I don’t keep track of such things, Margaret returned airily.

Four, Joni said, as they filed through the pro shop on their way to the grill room and bar.

Afternoon, ladies, came the affable greeting from Jeff Nieman, the club’s new assistant pro. How’d we hit ‘em?

Often, Beth piped her reply, smiling brightly, before anyone else had a chance to answer the handsome, sandy-haired heart throb. At least that was the way Beth had described him any number of times since Jeff first arrived at the club at the start of the season. She extended her smile back at Jeff well past the bounds of appropriate cheerfulness, as Margaret nudged her gently onward to the grill room.

When the four glasses of wine—two white and two red—arrived, Margaret took a sip of her Cabernet and said, You really need to stop flirting with him, Beth. Her tone was firm but not judgmental.

There’s nothing wrong with a little innocent flirting, Beth defended herself. It helps keep you young. And who said I was even flirting?

At that, all three of the others rolled their eyes.

Rick used to say that, Joni said with a distant tone. "And then one day, he announced he was divorcing me