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Football Widows

Football Widows

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by Pat Tucker

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When one NFL coach’s wife becomes hellbent on revenge against her husband and the teams’ wives, there’s enough drama to fill a stadium.

Game day takes on a whole new meaning when these lonely football wives start playing!

During football season, NFL coaches gear up for war on the gridiron, leaving their wives to fend for


When one NFL coach’s wife becomes hellbent on revenge against her husband and the teams’ wives, there’s enough drama to fill a stadium.

Game day takes on a whole new meaning when these lonely football wives start playing!

During football season, NFL coaches gear up for war on the gridiron, leaving their wives to fend for themselves. But B. J. Almond has had enough. She is livid when she finds her head coach husband in bed with one of his assistant coaches’ wives. What really sets her off, though, is when she discovers the other wives knew about the affair all along. What better way to get revenge than to air everyone’s dirty laundry in a juicy tell-all book!

B. J. knows where all the bodies are buried, and she’s digging up all the dirt. But before she starts writing, she’s running up the score with a lawsuit against her husband and his mistress. Armed with flight records, copies of naughty emails, phone records, and pictures, B. J. isn’t holding back. And neither are the other football wives, who will stop at nothing to keep their shady secrets from going public.

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Hell hath no fury like a scorned woman who finds out that all her friends knew her shame. B.J. Almond is used to being the queen bee. The wife of an NFL head coach, she has adopted his top status in the wives' hierarchy, lording her no-nonsense attitude and slightly conservative personal style over her coterie of assistant coaches' wives. Not that her designer duds aren't as costly or her pleasures any less extravagant, but neither her necklines nor her morals have plunged quite so much as her juniors' have in order to keep their marriages together. Small wonder then, that when B.J. walks in on her husband fooling around with one of their own, she's furious—and when she realizes that all her so-called friends knew, she's madder still. Her planned revenge includes a tell-all book, in which she threatens to use all the knowledge she has gathered as the take-charge go-to gal of their clique, dirt her agent promises will make her book a bestseller. As she holes up in the Ritz, supposedly writing, she recalls them all—the time she had to rescue one friend who was left nude and dazed in a no-tell motel, the trip she took so another could get anonymous treatment for an STD—in lurid detail. In between her racy rememberings, the other gals scurry to salvage their lives of immense privilege and, occasionally, love. The fallout gets worse when one woman threatens to write her own book and another turns violent. But the real passion in this African-American-targeted fantasy by Tucker (Daddy by Default, 2010, etc.) is for the Jimmy Choos and other expensive paraphernalia that these women accept as their due. While the sex scenes are written with titillation in mind (all bodies are hard, all passion peaks), it's the fashion that really excites these women and, most likely, the readers who choose to give them their time. Payback may be dirty, nasty and mean, but all dressed up, it provides a guilty pleasure for the reader.

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Football Widows

  • “Ww-what was that?”

    B.J.’s pretty features twisted into a frown, and a perfectly groomed eyebrow rose. She tilted her head ever so slightly, straining to hear. B.J. needed a visual to go along with the foreign sound. It was so faint; it could’ve been her mind playing tricks. She stepped into her home’s foyer.

    The cool, crisp air was a welcomed relief from the smoldering Los Angeles sun outside. Something wasn’t right; she could sense it. Maybe it’s nothing, she thought as she consciously stepped lightly on to the marble floor. In case someone was rummaging through her jewelry box, B.J. didn’t want to announce her arrival. Stranger things had happened.

    There it was again!

    This time, her heart slammed into her ribcage and her eyes quickly darted around the room. This was no figment of her imagination. She was certain she had heard something. She searched for anything that might be out of place, but nothing appeared to be. Maybe she should’ve grabbed something she could use as a weapon. She quietly closed the door and reached for her cell phone, fully prepared to call for help if needed.

    Where could the noises be coming from? The house was supposed to be empty. Her husband’s car wasn’t in the driveway; she assumed he was still at the Los Angeles Sea Lions training camp. Their two young kids were still away with their grandmother so the nanny had been given some time off. B.J. herself was supposed to be relaxing at a resort in Palm Springs.

    But it was like some evil force was trying to keep B.J. from her much needed mini-vacation. She and the other NFL coaches’ wives usually took a break before the hectic season began. But this year, things had started off on the wrong foot from the very beginning.

    First, Ella Blu, the wife of one of B.J.’s husband’s assistant coaches, and the last person still willing to take the trip, had backed out at the last minute. Ella said her husband, Melvin, had begged her to stay home. Since they were having problems, B.J. figured she’d let Ella slide.

    Determined to salvage the trip, however, she decided to head out alone. But then, as B.J. drove down I-10, her tire blew out. When her husband didn’t answer his cell, she was forced to wait nearly two hours for the AAA tow truck driver to come and fix the flat. Once on the road again, it was nearly an hour before she realized she didn’t have any of the paperwork needed to get into the exclusive resort. She reluctantly turned around and headed back home.

    By the time she pulled up to her Brentwood home, she wasn’t sure if she even had the energy to venture back out today.

    There it was again, that sound. Something told B.J. not to call out as she had started to do when she first heard the faint noise. She placed her designer Hobo on the bottom stair and followed the noises around the cascading staircase and toward the back of the house where the master bedroom was located. The sounds, although still faint, were becoming clearer.

    Her steps suddenly became heavy, each more challenging than the one before. By the time she made it toward the hallway that led to her bedroom, B.J. experienced a sudden surge of adrenaline. She could feel a lone trickle of sweat running down her back. Her heartbeat began to race, and her throat suddenly went dry, but still, she cautiously padded toward the bedroom.

    “What the hell…” she murmured, struggling to believe her ears.

    By the time B.J. reached the door and clutched the doorknob, there was no denying those were sounds of passion that filled the air.

    B.J. felt her face burn, and the vein on the side of her neck begin to throb. She swallowed back tears that felt like broken glass gliding down her tightening throat, but she managed a rugged deep breath, then blew it out.

    When she finally mustered up the strength to push the door open, her eyes instantly locked on those of a naked young woman who was riding her husband atop her king-sized bed. It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room as she stood trying to process what she was looking at. B.J.’s mouth fell open, but she was too irate to utter a single word.

    “OHMYGOD!” the woman cried and froze mid-stride.

    At first B.J.’s own voice seemed trapped in her throat. Her eyes narrowed to slits and tears started to burn in their corners.

    “I can’t believe this shit!” she spat, finally finding her voice.

    “Oh, Jesus!” She heard Taylor, her husband, before she could actually see him.

    “Don’t call on Jesus now, you bastard!” Sheer venom dripped from B.J.’s words. “And you!” she hissed toward the woman.

    Suddenly, it was like a scene from a movie; everything seemed to be moving in slow motion. Taylor bolted upright and inadvertently shoved the woman to the floor. She tumbled down and quickly began to scramble for cover.

    B.J. stood, still trying to comprehend the scene that played out before her eyes. As the wife of an NFL head coach, she’d been through quite a bit over the years, but nothing could’ve prepared her for the heart-wrenching situation she had stumbled onto. Her husband had brought another woman into their bed.

    “I can, um, I can explain!” Taylor stammered as he also tried to find cover.

    “In our home? In our bed? How could you?!” B.J. shrieked, utterly disgusted. “And of all people for you to stab me in the back with!”

    Beside herself, B.J. grabbed the antique vase and flung it toward the headboard.

    “You sick bastard!” she screamed. “And you, you backstabbing bitch!”

    Taylor ducked and the vase smashed into the wall.

    “Wait, B.J., hold on a sec,” he managed to get out. “Ella, get dressed and get out!” he instructed the woman. “Hurry!” he added.

    By now, Ella had found her clothes. But she was huddled in a corner crying and shaking as she tried to get dressed.

    “I’m so sorry, B.J. I’m so sorry.” She sobbed.

    “You’re sorry!” B.J. screamed and lunged toward her. But Ella was way on the other side of the room.

    B.J. was frantically looking around the room as if trying to find something else to throw at her husband. But this gave Taylor time to scramble up from the bed and tackle his wife before she could find another weapon. He cradled her body as she struggled to break free.

    Ella quickly got up, stepped over them, and hurried out of the room as B.J. and Taylor continued to wrestle on the floor.

  • 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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    Football Widows 3.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
    OOSABookClub More than 1 year ago
    Blindsided As the head coach of the Los Angeles Sea Lions, Taylor Almond and his wife B.J. are NFL royalty. While coach and his assistant coaches were away at training camp, B.J. and the assistant coaches’ wives were headed to the spa for the weekend. After Mona, Lawna and Jewel cancelled, B.J. and Ella Blu still planned to meet. A last minute cancellation and a flat tire, it just seemed that B.J. was destined to be home. Upon arriving home, she catches her husband in their bed with one of the assistant coaches’ wives. If that weren’t bad enough, it’s one of her so-called dear friends she was supposed to be spending the weekend with. As B.J. shares the information with the rest of their intimate group, she learns that they had previously heard the rumors that their friend was a little too close with coach. Infuriated, B.J. sets out to exact revenge on the entire group. What happens to a woman scorned who you’ve shared all of your dirt with? She writes a tell-all book! The ladies desperately try to reason with B.J. in order to keep what they do off the field private. However, B.J. refuses to listen. Each one of them has learned to deal with their husband’s lack of attention, the groupies, rumors, lies, secrets and infidelities in their own special ways. Now they have to watch as their lives crumble in the public eye. Can their marriages and lifestyles survive the ridicule? I was immediately enamored with the title FOOTBALL WIDOWS as well as the cover. I loved that the drama is kicked right off and by time we get to the final down, the ladies have grown. The story doesn’t seem to be complete. Sure we get the full story, but it seems as if it’s been intercepted some. Even with that said, I will be checking for more of Pat Tucker in the future. Reviewed by: Crystal 3.5
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    A true page turner. Very well-written i definitely enjoyed it!
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