
Excerpt from an International Crime Novel with a Tennis Subplot
By Jay Boss Rubin
When I came to, my vision was still cloudy from the chemicals that had been sprayed in my face. I tried not to panic.
By Jay Boss Rubin
When I came to, my vision was still cloudy from the chemicals that had been sprayed in my face. I tried not to panic.
By Aspiring Tennis Professional Coach Logan Corcoran
Ok, I’ll admit it: I don't win tennis matches that often. See, dear reader, when I take to the court, I'm strictly focused on trying to hit the ball with the grace of a swan. Or a tennis pro.
By Tyler Pell
“Willie leaves these behind the backboard for us when we need to use ‘em,” my new hitting partner, Harrison, explains.