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Sandhills Fore-Play
is a personalized golf-fantasy novel set in the Carolinas and is the perfect gift for any golfer.
    To promote the opening of its newest course, Tar Heel Golf Resort is hosting a golf tournament. Our starring couple earn an invitation and immediately become winners when they check into their luxury suite at the world-class resort.
    She delights in free run of the property and spa pampering, while he takes his play to an all-new level through personalized golf instruction and challenging competition, especially when a cantankerous old spirit shows up to offer practical advice on the game they both love.


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WILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "WILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.


This WILD excerpt takes place right after check-in while our couple - Ann and John - are looking around their suite at Tar Heel Golf Resort:

     They were awed by the sight of the beautiful, imposing Mallard bed, the prominent feature in the room. It was a dark-wood, four-poster bed with a matching wood canopy trimmed with heavy molding. The underside was upholstered with white fabric matching the soft white bedspread. “Wow, it looks fit for a king,” Ann said in awe.
     “Then you can call me King John Smith,” John proclaimed as he flopped across the bed.
     “You are so funny,” Ann shot back. “Have you gone ahead and snuck something from the mini-bar?”
     John wasn’t all that surprised at her response, but he decided he’d try a different tact. “Now I played along with your little fireplace dream. Can’t I make one up as well?”
     “So are you looking for your queen?”
     “Nay,” John stated with a mischievous look on his face. “I seek a servant to help me with my clothes.”
     A twinkle came to her blue eyes as she considered her choices. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, then said, “You’re right, Darling, and we’ve agreed we’re here to have fun. King John Smith it is.”
     John opened his hazel eyes wide to look at her.
     Ann motioned at him with her index finger, wagging it from side to side. “Just close those eyes.”
     In the 20 years they had been together, John knew Ann well enough to know when he should just follow her direction. He closed his eyes.
     Ann watched him and smiled. Her mind was whirring. Just look at him, all ready and waiting for what he hopes is a fulfilled fantasy. He is actually so cute, so willing, and he is always so unselfish when it comes to making me feel good. He did agree to come along on this trip even though he had severe reservations. She knew he was filled with anticipation, wondering what her next move would be, and by the swelling in his pants, she saw he was getting excited about the possibilities. To help herself get into the role, she curtsied and said, “As you wish, your majesty.”
     John was elated at Ann’s response, and as she knelt to remove his shoes he felt excitement surging through him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them, she would stop. But she did not stop, taking his ankle into her hand and grabbing his shoe. He was hardly breathing by the time she was done with the other. When the second shoe had dropped to the floor, he said, “That was good.” Then he worked up the courage to say, “Now my socks!”
     “Yes, your majesty,” Ann replied. She pulled off his socks and ran her hands over his feet then up his calves.
     “Ahh, that soothes my weary legs.”
     Ann took his feet into her hands and massaged them.
     “You know how to please your king.”
     “Do you know how to please me?” she asked.
     “I do. I do. Remove your clothing,” John ordered rolling onto his side to watch. He felt a thrill course through his body as Ann gave an affirmative nod and slowly pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her breasts covered only by her lacy hot-mama red bra. She dropped the shirt to the floor, ran her hands over her breasts and down her stomach to her belt.
     John marveled at how she could seem even more beautiful to him now than when they first met. He remembered that moment well. He loved her devilish smile, her blonde hair, her playful nature and her delightful body, and now he reminded himself how lucky he was to have her in his life. As he watched her little show, he yearned to touch the soft swell of skin hidden under her bra.
     Ann looked directly into his hazel eyes as she stood up, kicked off her shoes and bent to slide her pants over the curve of her hips. Stepping out of the pants, she could see how hot her movements were making him, and it gave her a thrill knowing she could make him feel that way.
MILD excerpt
All excerpts in this column are done in the "MILD" version. Examples of personalization are in pink, such as man's and woman's names, cologne, eye color, etc.


This MILD excerpt takes place right after check-in while our couple - Ann and John - are looking around their suite at Tar Heel Golf Resort:

     They were awed by the sight of the beautiful, imposing Mallard bed, the prominent feature in the room. It was a dark-wood, four-poster bed with a matching wood canopy trimmed with heavy molding. The underside was upholstered with white fabric matching the soft white bedspread. “Wow, it looks fit for a king,” Ann said in awe.
     “Then you can call me King John Smith,” John proclaimed as he flopped across the bed.
     “You are so funny,” Ann shot back. “Have you gone ahead and snuck something from the mini-bar?”
     John wasn’t all that surprised at her response, but he decided he’d try a different tact. “Now I played along with your little fireplace dream. Can’t I make one up as well?”
     “So are you looking for your queen?”
     “Nay,” John stated with a mischievous look on his face. “I seek a servant to help me with my clothes.”
     A twinkle came to her blue eyes as she considered her choices. She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, then said, “You’re right, Darling, and we’ve agreed we’re here to have fun. King John Smith it is.”
     John opened his hazel eyes wide to look at her.
     Ann motioned at him with her index finger, wagging it from side to side. “Just close those eyes.”
     In the 20 years they had been together, John knew Ann well enough to know when he should just follow her direction. He closed his eyes.
     Ann watched him and smiled. Her mind was whirring. Just look at him, all ready and waiting for what he hopes is a fulfilled fantasy. He is actually so cute, so willing, and he is always so unselfish when it comes to making me feel good. He did agree to come along on this trip even though he had severe reservations. She knew he was filled with anticipation, wondering what her next move would be, and by the swelling in his pants, she saw he was getting excited about the possibilities. To help herself get into the role, she curtsied and said, “As you wish, your majesty.”
     John was elated at Ann’s response, and as she knelt to remove his shoes he felt excitement surging through him. He kept his eyes closed, afraid that if he opened them, she would stop. But she did not stop, taking his ankle into her hand and grabbing his shoe. He was hardly breathing by the time she was done with the other. When the second shoe had dropped to the floor, he said, “That was good.” Then he worked up the courage to say, “Now my socks!”
     “Yes, your majesty,” Ann replied. She pulled off his socks and ran her hands over his feet then up his calves.
     “Ahh, that soothes my weary legs.”
     Ann took his feet into her hands and massaged them.
     “You know how to please your king.”
     “Do you know how to please me?” she asked.
     “I do. I do. Remove your clothing,” John ordered rolling onto his side to watch. He felt a thrill course through his body as Ann gave an affirmative nod and slowly pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her lacy hot-mama red bra.
     John marveled at how she could seem even more beautiful to him now than when they first met. He remembered that moment well. He loved her devilish smile, her blonde hair, her playful nature and her delightful body, and now he reminded himself how lucky he was to have her in his life. She was so beautiful, and he yearned to touch her soft skin.
     Ann looked directly into his hazel eyes as she stood up and wiggled. She could see how hot her movements were making him, and it gave her a thrill knowing she could make him feel that way.

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