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Today, author Elouise Tynan is guesting.  She’s here to talk about her latest release Waiting to Score, a sports contemporary romance.  Don’t forget to enter the Rafflecopter giveaway.


What inspired Elouise to write Waiting To Score:

I loved reading Elle Kennedy’s Off-Campus series and Meghan Quinn’s Brentwood baseball boys (The Dugout will forever be one of my favourite books and we don’t even really have baseball in Australia!), but I struggled to find similar stories that could match the high I felt after reading those books. So I wrote one myself!

It started out as something I just wanted to write for me. Then I submitted the start of Waiting To Score in competitions or for feedback and it did really well and got really positive critique, so I thought why not do something with it.

I’d written two YA fantasy manuscripts, one of which was on submission to agents in the US and UK, and I wanted to try self-publishing. Waiting To Score seemed like the perfect story to do it with and I’m so glad I did. The whole process of writing it and publishing it has been so incredibly fun, particularly the reader reaction to it! This story has done better than I’d ever imagined. And I’ve had so many readers message me asking when book two is coming out, which I love.

The characters of Waiting To Score:

The two leads are Monty and West. They meet in the opening chapter when Monty jumps West on the quad and convinces him to be her fake boyfriend to escape her ex.

West is one of the stars of the Pierson University basketball team. He’s charismatic and confident and girls love him, but he’s got a sweetness to him too. Unlike some college jocks, he’s not conceited or arrogant. He’s quite caring, which comes out in the ways he thinks about or looks out for Monty, even when he’s under no obligation to.

Monty is just trying to live her best life but her stalker ex is determined not to let her. She’s just transferred to Pierson in her sophomore year when the story opens and Alec, the ex, has transferred too. When she’s not stressing about Alec’s craziness, Monty is charming and smart, which makes for some great banter between her and West. She’s driven, confident (but in a much less in-your-face way than West) and she knows what she wants. She’s hesitant to enter into a fake relationship because she wants something real and genuine.

Friendships are a really important part of anything I write. I think the secondary/friend characters can make or break a story. If you get it right, the story can really soar with that ‘found family’ quality.

Monty’s two best friends are Imogen and Stella. Imogen definitely has the biggest personality of the three of them. She’s direct and confident and says what’s on her mind with quite a wicked sense of humour. Stella is more reserved and a bit softer than the other two, but still very much a dependable and loyal friend. There’s a quietness to her strength. She takes a bit more of a backseat to Imogen and Monty’s bigger personalities and she’s perfectly happy with that dynamic. Together, the three of them have a whole lot of fun.

Who doesn’t love a hot jock? And a whole team of them is even better! West lives in the basketball house near Greek Row with some of his basketball teammates, but the two we see most are his best friends Bant and Van.

Bant is definitely the joker of the three of them and responsible for some of the best light-hearted banter between the boys. He’s the gives-zero-sh*ts guy who is super fun, super friendly and is just out to have a good time. He appears pretty stress-free, but I don’t think that will remain the case when he finally gets his story in book three.

Van is more chilled. He’s just as confident and charming as the other two, but is a bit more of a deep thinker or quiet observer. He pulls back and really considers things, instead of being loud and in your face. He’s probably the sweetest of the three of them behind closed doors, which you’ll see more of in book two, Shooting To Win, which is Van’s story.

Developing characters:

Usually a new idea for a book will come to me first and usually as a single scene that pops into my head and I think ‘that would be fun to write’. In the case of Waiting to Score, it was the opening scene where Monty kisses West in the quad to escape her ex-boyfriend, Alec.

From there I’ll usually start writing the scene and slowly work out the character profiles as I go. Why is this girl kissing a stranger on a college quad? How would the guy react to that? What is it about their characters that colour their reactions that way?

Then I’ll go back and hone them, which usually means writing out a list for each character of their attributes, what they like, how they spend their time, what motivates them.

I always work out my lead characters first, then think about what side characters compliment them to make the story the most fun and engaging it can be.


Title: Waiting To Score
Series: N/A
Author: Elouise Tynan
Genre: Sports Romance

Perfect for fans of Elle Kennedy’s Off-Campus and Briar U hockey series or Meghan Quinn’s Brentwood Boys baseball series.

When I walked up to the closest guy on the quad and mauled him with my mouth to escape my overzealous ex-boyfriend, I had no idea he was the stupidly hot star of the Pierson University basketball team.

So what if it was the hottest accidental makeout of my life? West Wright has just as many scores on his headboard as he does on the court. And I have no desire to be one of many.

But when my ex turns to outright stalking, West’s unexpected offer to play the role of fake boyfriend suddenly seems like a safe bet.

I have a few rules to throw down though, because despite his killer charm, I have no intention of getting involved with a guy like West for real, no matter how hard he tries to shoot his shot.

It’s not like girls throwing themselves at me is a new thing, but the hot brunette with legs for days who jumped me in the quad definitely caught me off guard.

Shame my eyes are firmly on the prize—making it to the NBA. Which means I don’t have time for relationships. Even fake ones.

But after one hot kiss that hit harder than a three-point buzzer-beater, I can’t get Monty out of my head. And I want her between my sheets.

Next thing I know I’m her campus knight, offering to fake date her under the guise of getting her ex-boyfriend off her back. So why does this relationship suddenly feel real? And why aren’t I bolting in the other direction?

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I slid my hand into his before I knew what I was doing.

His palm was warm and solid and unexpectedly large.

I dared a glance over my shoulder searching for that mop of dirty blond hair I didn’t want to see coming through the crowd.

“Can I help you?” the guy beside me asked, glancing down at our joined hands, then at me.

I turned to face him, my eyebrows shooting up my forehead.

He was stupidly hot. Straight nose, light brown hair, and striking blue eyes surrounded by dark lashes that would be the envy of any woman. And that jaw. That jaw put sharp-cut diamonds to shame.


I was suddenly finding it hard to remember why I was holding hands with a guy who looked like he’d stepped off the set of Riverdale.

“Oh, I can’t wait to hear this,” one of Hot Guy’s friends said, his eyes shining with humor. All three of them waited, clearly expecting an explanation for why I’d attached myself to a random guy on the quad. In my defense, I didn’t know he was so damn hot. His hand had been the closest in my time of need, so I’d taken it.

Hot Guy tried to pull away just as the very face I didn’t want to see appeared through the crowd of students gathered on the quad.

“Wait!” I gripped his arm to stop him. “Pretend to be my boyfriend. I’ll pay you.”

He looked at me like I’d just offered to blow him with a mouthful of herpes. Which to be fair, I could kind of understand. Not because I had mouth herpes. But who grabbed a total stranger and begged them to play pretend couple? As far as first impressions went, this one was insane.

“I don’t need your money,” he said, frowning down at me.

Holy shit, he was tall. Had he been this tall ten seconds ago or was it just the irritation starting to cloud his face that made him more imposing?

“Please? Just do me this favor and I’ll give you whatever you want.” I gave him what I hoped was my most pleading and innocent smile.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” his friend said, both his buddies trying and failing to hold in their laughter.

A glance in my periphery showed that mop of dirty blond hair closing in.

“Are you for real right now?” Hot Guy asked, eyes darting around the quad. “Do we know each other? Did Davis put you up to this?”

He ran his free hand—the one not currently taken hostage by me—through his hair, the muscles of his bicep flexing to show off a seriously toned arm.

My gaze snagged on his clothes, eyes running over him and his two friends. They were all dressed the same—Nike sneakers, navy sweat shorts and a navy Pierson University basketball t-shirt.

Basketball players, damn it. Didn’t this just kept getting better and better?

I’d thoroughly humiliated myself in front of some of the most wanted guys on campus. I’d have to make time to be embarrassed later. Right now, I was desperate. And I was out of time.

“This isn’t a joke. I swear I’m not crazy, I just need your help.”

Hot Guy’s eyes roamed my face, taking up seconds I didn’t have, which meant I was about to do something that would solidify me as the most bat-shit girl these guys had ever accidentally encountered.

“I’m so sorry in advance for this.”

A question formed in Hot Guy’s eyes, but he didn’t get a chance to ask it because I gripped his face, tugging his mouth to mine. Kissing him was like kissing a stone wall of surprise, and I screwed my eyes shut, heat flooding my cheeks at my own ridiculousness.

Desperate times and all that… but it still didn’t change the fact I’d jumped a perfect stranger. An incredibly hot stranger.

I slid my fingers through his hair and his mouth relaxed against mine, his surprise morphing into something much friendlier. His hand closed over my hip, making me squeak, his other hand sliding over my ass. My lips parted all on their own, his tongue sweeping into my mouth in lazy, practiced strokes.

God, he was a good kisser.

Scratch that, he was a phenomenal kisser. And if this kiss went on for the rest of the week, I’d die hot and happy.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” one of his friends said, but I barely heard him, too wrapped up in Hot Guy’s hands on my body and his tongue in my mouth.

That was, until I heard the one voice that was like a bucket of ice water down my back.


I stiffened, turning my head, lips still attached to Hot Guy and his fingers still curled around my hips.

Plastering a look of surprise on my face, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away, and I could have sworn Hot Guy frowned in annoyance.


My dirty-blond ex-boyfriend looked me up and down, blowing out a breath. “I thought it was you. I knew you’d transferred to Pierson. I was hoping to run into you.”

I turned in Hot Guy’s hold so my back was to his chest, pulling his muscular arms around my waist, hoping it looked like he was holding onto me willingly.

“Well, here I am!” I said to Alec a little too brightly.

No need to overcompensate just because I’d found myself in the most awkward situation of my entire life. One of my own ridiculous making.

I hesitated for the briefest moment over the words I was about to utter. But I’d come this far. Time to shoot my shot and pray to everything that was holy Hot Guy would play along.

“I transferred here a few weeks ago to be closer to my boyfriend.” I slapped a hand over Hot Guy’s at my waist and smiled at him over my shoulder.

Those intense blue eyes stared down at me, making my heart pound in my chest.

Please don’t out me. Please don’t out me. Please don’t out me.

His gaze slid to Alec, and he extended his hand. “Nice to meet you, bro. I’m West.”


Elouise Tynan is a young adult and new adult romance author obsessed with stories about strong heroines and swoony heroes, mixed with laughter, a whole lot o’ love and a little bit of heat.

She’s lived a life of adventure, having grown up in Melbourne, Sydney and Adelaide in Australia, Michigan in the US, and London in the UK.

She now lives in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and son.

Find Elouise:  Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram | Bookbub | Amazon | Goodreads


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5 thoughts on “Elouise Tynan – Waiting to Score

  1. Beatrice LaRocca says:

    I like the cover, synopsis and excerpt, this sounds like a must read for me. Thank you for sharing the author’s guest post and book details

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  2. Rita Wray says:

    I liked the excerpt, thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. This sounds great. I love the excerpt

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  4. Diana Hardt says:

    It sounds like a really interesting book. Thank you for sharing.

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