Sideline Scandals: A Novel

Sideline Scandals: A Novel

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by Pat Tucker

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The game’s afoot once again in this sizzling sequel to Football Widows, with new members and new drama, courtesy of the women behind the NFL’s biggest stars, and play is getting dirty on and off the field...

The game’s afoot once again in this sizzling sequel to Football Widows, with new members and new drama, courtesy


The game’s afoot once again in this sizzling sequel to Football Widows, with new members and new drama, courtesy of the women behind the NFL’s biggest stars, and play is getting dirty on and off the field...

The game’s afoot once again in this sizzling sequel to Football Widows, with new members and new drama, courtesy of the women behind the NFL’s biggest stars, and play is getting dirty on and off the field...

Sasha Davenport is riding her popular Football Widows social club all the way to the top. She’s got the right look, the high-profile job, and a glamorous public image that belies all her previous salacious activities. The one thing that eludes her is the star player she needs to complete the cast of her made-for-reality TV life. Los Angeles Sea Lions NFL wife Tatayna Bacall has been faking enthusiasm for the game for too long. Now she wants her star quarterback husband to find a job as a sports analyst so their life can take on some kind of normalcy. Joining the Football Widows Club gives her hope that there is life outside the huddle. But when Tatayna realizes that her husband is a target, she’s ready to break the rules with some foul plays of her own…

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Sideline Scandals

  • I turned my upper body to camera two, allowed my eyes to focus, and flashed my dazzling smile. This was when I was at my very best. The camera loved me, and I made sure to show my love right back.

    Most of my time was spent at the KTLA Studios located on Sunset Boulevard, between Van Ness and Bronson Avenues. In addition to The Sasha Davenport Show, Judge Judy, was also taped there. Although my show was taped in one of the twenty-three studios, we only used a small section since I didn’t have a live studio audience.

    I glanced up at the lighting grid that was suspended from the studio’s high ceiling. It held various colorful light fixtures, but the one that provided a spotlight for me, cast a soft yellow hue. It beamed down on me and kept me warm while we taped the show in the freezing studio. I loved what the lighting did for my complexion on tape. It helped add to my overall polished appearance, which I worked hard to maintain.

    I had gotten used to the feel of the Vaseline that helped my lips glide effortlessly across my sparkling white veneers, so my smile was always camera-ready and perfect. I batted my real mink lashes and began to speak.

    “So, I’m leaving y’all with this as we gear up for the next NFL season: There’s tons going on behind the scenes. You have no clue!” I winked. “But that’s why I’m here! I’m your girl, and you already know, I’ve got unprecedented access.”

    I crooked my index finger at the camera as if to summon it closer.

    “Shhhh.” I used that same finger to tap my pursed glossy lips.

    “Between you and me, my sources have confirmed that Los Angeles Sea Lions Head Coach Taylor Almond’s new staff will only consist of two familiar faces. That means only two of his assistants are returning! Can you say clean house?” I paused for effect and widened my eyes.

    “Now, I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I, for one, knew this was coming. I mean, think about it. After all the drama that happened off the field last season, I can understand why Coach Taylor felt the need to make such drastic sweeping changes. Well, this year, we’re gonna keep our eyes on a few key players, and hopefully, the coaches and their wives will leave the drama to the plays on the field. Stay with us. I’ll be right back after this short break and a message from one of our sponsors.”

    “Sasha, you good? You’ve got two minutes,” the director said through my earpiece. That was his way of letting me know I had time, if I wanted, to grab a quick glass of juice, water, or run to the ladies’ room.

    I looked up at the camera and nodded. I was gonna stay put.

    “Okay. Cool,” he said.

    I needed to use the bathroom, but since we were nearly done taping the show, I figured it’d be smarter to wait. A couple of minutes later, the sound of the director’s countdown stopped my thoughts. I focused in on the correct camera and waited to hear my cue.

    “And we’re back in five, four, three, two . . . ” The floor director pointed at me, and on cue, I began to speak.

    “Thanks for staying with us. Well, that’s it for this week. Remember, I AM Saaaaasha Davenport! There’s no one better. I am fierce, fantabulous, and very famous. Until next time, sweethearts, Muah!”

    I made a wide sweeping motion with my arm and gave the camera my signature palm kiss. I smiled until the director yelled the magic words in my earpiece.

    “We’re clear. Great job, Sasha!”

    The floor crew, which consisted of two camera operators, and a floor director, broke out in applause, and I hopped off the bar-stool we used for my closing monologue. The Sasha Davenport Show was going well, but lately I’d felt myself becoming bored. I needed more excitement. It wasn’t that the thrill was gone or anything like that, but I felt like it was time for me to step things up.

    Those were neither new nor sudden thoughts for me. From day one, my plan was to use this show as a stepping stone to bigger and better things. The problem was, I had become comfortable and stopped striving to get to the next level.

    “Thanks, guys,” I said as I made my way off the set. I cut through the control room, which is the nerve center of the television station, to get to the long hallway that led to my dressing room that also served as my office.

    “Thanks, guys,” I repeated.

    I saw video of myself on one of the many monitors, but didn’t stare too long because I didn’t want anyone to think I was trying to nit-pick. The director, sound engineer, and video editor, barely looked up from their work as I slipped in. I knew the drill and left them to their work.

    The moment I walked inside my office, my cell phone rang. I told myself that was part of the problem, too. Each time I began to think about what it might take to go to the next level, something distracted me, and I never revisited my plans.

    I vowed not to allow that to happen this time as I greeted the caller. “This is Saaaasha,” I sang.

    “Sasha, you don’t know me, but I’ve got some information that you might be able to use on that little show of yours,” the caller said.

    “Umph, well, if I don’t know you, how did you get my number, and what makes you think your information is of any use to me and my little show?”

    The woman’s hearty laugh made me pull the phone away from my ear.

    “Listen, I may not know you, but trust, dah-lin,’ I know your kind,” she said.

    I didn’t know whether to be offended or sit back and listen to what she had to say. “You know my kind, huh? And what kind might that be?”

    “Well, honestly, I didn’t think it’d be this hard. But whatever. If you wanna play it like that, I’ll hold on to my information. I guess you’ll have to run to play catch up and chase the story like everyone else once it breaks,” she said.

    People like this caller made me sick. I made a mental note to check my producer slash assistant because I didn’t have time to be bogged down with this kind of foolishness. Everybody and their mama thought they had a line to some good exclusive hot gossip, until they realized I didn’t pay for that type of information. And I was certain this time was no exception.

    “Besides, I shoulda known you was one of them ol’ stuck-up—”

    “Oh, no you didn’t!” I snapped and cut her off. “How did you say you got my number again?”

    “I didn’t say,” she answered.

    I frowned. By now, I was pissed and wondered what could be done about these freaks who thought it was cool to pay $39.95 to get anybody’s cell phone number off the Internet. I was about to check her when there was a quick knock at my door before it opened. My producer, McKenzie Fields, slipped into the dressing room.

    “Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked.

    I guess the scowl on my face must’ve told her immediately there was a problem.

    “You know what, I don’t have time for games. If you have a legitimate show or story idea, you need to go through the proper channels like everybody else. Regardless of how you got my number, here’s a bit of advice, it is tacky and classless to use a stranger’s number out of context,” I said.

    McKenzie moved closer. “Who are you talking to?” she asked.

    The caller screamed, “I know your ball-chasing, gold-diggin’, opportunist behind ain’t trying to give me no lessons on class and tact!” She laughed. “Especially when we know you ain’t got an ounce of either one!” She laughed louder like it was all she could do to try and catch her breath.

    I sucked my teeth and pressed the END button on my cell phone. Then, I turned my anger to McKenzie. She needed to handle this kind of mess. I had other things on my mind, and filtering out the fans from the freaks was way beneath my pay scale.

    “McKenzie,” I said.

    “Who was that?” she insisted.

    “Yeah, that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.” I pointed toward the chair. “Sit, please.”

  • Meet the Author

    By day, Pat Tucker works as a radio news director in Houston, Texas. By night, she is a talented writer with a knack for telling page-turning stories. She is the author of Somebody Has to Pay, The Cocktail Club, Sideline Scandals, Party Girl, Daddy’s Maybe, Football Widows (soon to be a movie), Daddy by Default, and Lachez (an original e-short). She is the coauthor with Earl Sewell of Loyalty Among Friends and A Social Affair and has participated in three anthologies, including New York Times bestselling author Zane’s Caramel Flava. A graduate of San Jose State University, Pat is a member of the National and Houston Association of Black Journalists and Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority, Inc. She is married with two children.

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    Sideline Scandals: A Novel 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 3 reviews.
    OOSABookClub More than 1 year ago
    Sasha Davenport is not only still on the scene, she has her own show, The Sasha Davenport show. The Football Widows Club is still up and running, but now she’s ready to step into some bigger stilettos; reality TV style. While Sasha may be entertaining, she doesn’t have that thing that reality TV is looking for. Determined to get a crew of cameras to follow her all over the place, Sasha has set a plan in motion, and whoever gets hurt just has to deal with it. Jerri and Jason Nelson are involved in a scandalous divorce. They both are still living in the same residence and doing whatever they can to get under the other’s skin. Jason plays for the Los Angeles Sea Lions and has been unable to keep his marriage vows. Jerri’s jealousy has caused her to act out, and now she’s on house arrest. When a plan backfires, the squabbling pair thinks that maybe it’s time to start over. Tatyana and Dax Becall have been married for 10 years. They’ve only been in Los Angeles for two years. Tatyana was looking forward to Dax’s transition from being a football player to hopefully co-hosting a football show. She’d seen her share of desperate women, but lately she’d been receiving anonymous letters from a 23-year-old claiming to be Dax’s mistress. At first she didn’t think much of the letters and never told Dax about them. But when her best friend, Pam comes for a visit, she shares them with her. Pam is insistent that they confront Dax. It doesn’t help that Sasha, from the Football Widows Club, is calling her house. Eliza Carter works in the Sea Lions Public Relations office. Her job is basically to squash rumors, get the players on TV, and help to maintain a positive image. An opportunity arises where she can get two of their players on The Sasha Davenport Show. Poppy McDaniel, her evil boss, is demanding that she makes it happen. While jumping through hoops on both ends, Eliza becomes caught up in Poppy’s scheme. SIDELINE SCANDAL like its predecessor FOOTBALL WIDOWS is just okay. Tucker knows how to build drama. Readers are expecting fourth and goal, but there are too many penalties. With flags all over the field, the drama fumbles from one character to the other. Just as you get to the 1-yard line expecting a touchdown, you’re blindsided. This book could’ve been superbowl good. Four characters with arousing storylines, unfortunately, they aren’t taking place simultaneously. Parts of the story are happening, while others have days in between, which make the story awkward. Lying, cheating, conniving, and jealousy attract you, but as the story draws to an end, Tucker switches to telling instead of showing. After being invested for 300 pages, you want to understand the who, what, when, where, why, and how. Instead, you feel as if you’re on the losing side. Reviewed by: Crystal
    MinoltaWhite More than 1 year ago
    The secret formula to making a sequel better than the predecessor takes three things : Scandal, vibrant characters, and more drama than an episode of The Real Housewives of anything. Pat Tucker takes no prisoners with the fresh and jump off the pages delicious drama between the leading ladies behind the men that leave their drama on the field. This book definitely kept me on my toes and never left a moment for me to wonder off into Lala Land. With so many in your face characters Tucker writes with such an ease an eloquence that its easy to understand each characters personality. Many have tackled the drama of the life beyond the field, none have mastered the greatest rule of thumb of all , Scandal. The Scandalious of this novel will not only keep you reading but have you doing a double take of your inner circle. Don't just take my word for it, go out and get your own copy!!
    JazziButtaFly More than 1 year ago
    Anyone who knows me, knows that i absolutely love to read! When I was approached to read and review Sideline Scandals by Pat Tucker, I jumped at the chance! This book is the sequel to Football Widows.  I was worried that I would be lost since I hadn’t read the first book.  I was a bit lost in the beginning, but as I kept reading, I was able to put the pieces together.  The story is told from the point of view of 4 women,  Sasha Davenport, Tatyana Bacall, Jerri Nelson, and Eliza Carter.  These 4 women all have some link  to the Los Angeles Sea Lions NFL team, whether it be a wife, wannabe wife, or ex-wife. As the title suggests, there is plenty of scandal between the covers of this novel.  At the center of all of the scandal is a social club called the Football Widow’s Club.  The club was started as a way to bring NFL player’s wives or girlfriends together  in a setting where they could all relate to each other.  Membership is exclusive, and some women would do anything to be a part of this sisterhood. Part of the scandal comes in when one of the members comes of with a plan to steal the husband of another member.   I really enjoyed reading this book. A sign of a good series is if you can pick up and start reading any one of the books in the series and not be lost.  This was the case with this book.  I was able to catch on and follow what was going on even though I hadn’t read the first one. I will definitely be going back and reading part one of this series!