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Tuesday, February 7, 2017

Best of 2016...Part 2



I read so many amazing books in 2016 that I broke it down into two lists. I give you part 2 of that list!!

You can read my Best of 2016 Part 1 here.



“A rock star with no rhythm is a man with no soul.” – Stone Lockhart 

As the lead singer of one of the hottest bands to hit the rock scene, fucks are free, drugs come easy, and music is life.
For as long as Stone can remember, Willow has been his music – the notes that weave his soul together.
His rhythm.
Until he threw her away.
All he has left is a handful of pills and a few lines of powder to make him forget her.
And he tries, over and over.

Clean and ready to make things right, he’s faced with the fact that Willow’s moved on. She’s not the same girl he cast aside. Willow’s a woman sure about her purpose in life. Sure about who she’s meant to love.
Stone may be lost without his rhythm, but Willow has found so much more.


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Some guys should come with a warning label . . .

Sawyer West is Mr. One-Night Stand. He doesn't do relationships or promises or feelings. He's never cared enough to get involved. Until Lily Roberts. She's sweet and shy and sexy as sin, and resisting her is testing his self-control. She believes Sawyer can be a better man, and for the first time in his life, he wants to be. But change isn't easy, and Sawyer would do anything to protect Lily from his past self. Even break his own heart . . .

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Tantric yoga pushes your body, mind, and soul to meld with your partner in ways the average relationship never experiences. Deeply sensual and highly sexual, tantric yoga is for true believers. Amber St. James doesn t know what to believe. At twenty-two years old her focus is on medical school as she prepares to be a pediatrician. Top of her class, she hasn't given much thought to dating or men in general. Her plan is clear. Finish the elite San Francisco/Berkeley Medical School program early and become a doctor. That is, until she needs to pass her human sexualities course. A subject she is by far a stranger to for religious and personal reasons. 


Tantric practitioner Dash Alexander is Lotus House Yoga's most sought after sensual teacher. Women flock to him for his unique teaching style, calm nature, and wicked hot body. Hearing Amber s plight, he offers to help her. The condition? Amber must assist his couples tantra yoga class as his partner. The attraction between the two is beyond anything he's ever experienced spiritually or otherwise. 

Through Dash's teachings he makes love to Amber's mind and merges with her soul. Physically there's only one problem, a secret that's sacred. Amber St. James is a virgin by choice."

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Moments.

Our lives are a collection of moments. Some utterly painful and full of yesterday's hurts. Some beautifully hopeful and full of tomorrow's promises.

I’ve had many moments in my lifetime, moments that changed me, challenged me. Moments that scared me and engulfed me. However, the biggest ones—the most heartbreaking and breathtaking ones—all included him.

I was ten years old when I lost my voice. A piece of me was stolen away, and the only person who could truly hear my silence was Brooks Griffin. He was the light during my dark days, the promise of tomorrow, until tragedy found him. Tragedy that eventually drowned him in a sea of memories.

This is the story of a boy and girl who loved each other, but didn’t love themselves. A story of life and death. Of love and broken promises.

Of moments.


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From his dirty-blond hair and breathtaking smile, to the abs from heaven and the irresistible V in his waistline, everything about Bodi Olympic-gold-medalist Banks screams hot piece of @$$.

Yet there’s more.

Dark shadows lurk behind his soulful, serious eyes.

I’m enamored. He’s captured me.

How can running an art foundation with Bodi Banks turns into a slow-burning, epic romance, even though he tries to push me away at every chance? How can I stay away from a broken, routine-driven man whose soul cries to be forgiven for a crime only he believes he committed? Or is that a lie?

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It’s crazy how fast the buzz comes back after you’ve been sober for so long.

Whiskey stood there, on my doorstep, just like he had one year before. Except this time, there was no rain, no anger, no wedding invitation — it was just us.

It was just him — the old friend, the easy smile, the twisted solace wrapped in a glittering bottle.

It was just me — the alcoholic, pretending like I didn’t want to taste him, realizing too quickly that months of being clean didn’t make me crave him any less.

But we can’t start here.

No, to tell this story right, we need to go back.

Back to the beginning.

Back to the very first drop.

This is my love letter to Whiskey. I only hope he reads it.

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Welcome to Panic, a sultry Miami nightclub where bodies and hearts move to a beat that doesn’t stop at sunrise—the setting for “a magnificent story full of deep emotion” (Sawyer Bennett).

Katherine: I thought I could enjoy a night out like a normal person. I thought I could handle the flashing lights, the pulsing music, the crowded dance floor. I couldn’t have been more wrong. After having an anxiety attack and passing out during my sister’s engagement party at Panic, I wake up in the arms of the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. Nick Moreno’s no gentleman. But he might just be the man I need to help me take control of my life.

Nick: When I hear there’s some random girl passed out in the back room of my family’s South Beach nightclub, I’m pissed. My dad’s already behind bars and we can’t afford any more bad press. But after giving her a lift—literally—back to her apartment, I stop seeing Katherine Wilson as some random girl. She’s gorgeous, vulnerable, and braver than she knows. And when we kiss, all I want to do is pull her close and promise that she’ll always be safe in my arms.

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Groupie
/ˈɡro͞opē/
a person, especially a young woman, who regularly follows a celebrity in the hope of meeting or getting to know them.


See example Tiffany Wendel:
Whore. Slut. Cleat Chaser. I’m used to the names so they don’t bother me. These are my boys. My friends. So what if I like to have dirty sex with them? My body is no one’s business but mine.

Why is Rowen Flanigan making me re-think how I live my life? Making me question my choices? He’s only a rookie.

rook·ie
/ˈro͝okē/
a member of an athletic team in his first full season in that sport.


See example Rowen Flanigan:
Player. Son of a legend. Rookie.

Sure, I’d heard the stories of the groupies before. Who hasn’t? I’ve just been more sheltered than my teammates. So what? I didn’t expect her to be smart. Witty. Kind. She brings me to my knees in every way – except one.

That part? I’m saving until the time is right.

So how in the hell did I end up falling for a Groupie like Tiffany? And how in the hell is this going to work when everyone at my job has had a piece of the one thing I haven’t?


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It started off as a battle of wits. Me: the ordinary girl with a big mouth against Him: the sexy bastard with a big...ego.

I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I was upgraded to first class on my flight to London.

That is until HE sat next to me. Gabriel Scott: handsome as sin, cold as ice. Nothing and no one gets to him. Ever. He’s a legend in his own right, the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, and an arrogant ass who looks down his nose at me.

I thought I’d give him hell for one, long flight. I didn’t expect to like him. I didn’t expect to want him. But the biggest surprise? He wants me too. Only in a way I didn’t see coming.

If I accept his proposal, I leave myself open to falling for the one man I can’t manage. But I’m tempted to say yes. Because the real man beneath those perfect suits and that cool façade just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I just might be the only one who can melt the ice around his heart.

Let the battle begin…

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He’s the guy no one likes…

Despite winning two national championships, JR “Ace” Anderson was sent packing from his old school after losing the trust of his coach. At Southern U, he has a second chance to prove that his college legacy isn’t endless debauchery and selfishness. But his reputation precedes him, and his teammates offer a chilly welcome in the locker room. The one person who is willing to accept him is the very woman he should stay away from—his new coach’s daughter.

She’s the girl everyone loves…

Bryant Johnson’s only goal in life is to make others happy, even at her own expense. One look at her father’s new star quarterback, and she knows that Ace is her next project. With a reputation for being a “jerk whisperer”, Bryant has spent her last three years at college reforming sorry behavior and turning bad boys into the best boyfriends ever. In Ace, though, she’s met with surly resistance and a sizzling attraction she doesn’t expect. Fixing this wounded warrior will be her biggest challenge yet. Not falling for him will be even harder.

Between her big heart and his damaged one, a battle is ensuing. In this game of love, every defense will crumble. 


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An ambitious journalist on a fast track to success.

A round one draft pick determined to keep his personal life his own.

And an attraction neither of them expected.

Olivia Callahan is a woman on a mission. When she lands a career defining opportunity in the male-dominated world of sports journalism, she knows it’s make or break time. Olivia’s boss has given her the green light to produce her very own documentary, and she’s not going to let anything get in the way of perfection.

After a few setbacks in college, Nate Sullivan is finally on his way to the big leagues as the newest recruit for the New York Warriors. Determined to put his somewhat colorful past behind him, Nate’s all about the straight and narrow as he sets out to prove he’s worthy of the first round draft pick that’s caused so much debate from fans and media.

The last thing Nate wants is to delve into stories from his past. But when his new team directs him to set the record straight, he has no choice but to cooperate with the feisty, determined reporter who shows up on campus. Olivia is thrilled that Nate Sullivan is her man. His colorful background is just the thing to take her story from memorable to award winning.

What neither of them expected is their attraction to one another, yet try as they might, determination gives way to temptation eventually. As Nate battles to protect his privacy and Olivia fights to produce the story of her career, they must decide what they’re willing to give up in order to gain each other.

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When CEO Renner Bastion walks into a room, everyone keeps their distance. Well, everyone but the sarcastic, tattooed, Boston-bred security guard whose presence has kept Renner in New Jersey longer than intended. As if the unwanted attraction isn’t unsettling enough, Renner finds out his protector isn’t as unavailable as originally thought.

Milo Bautista just came out to his wealthy, ultra-confident boss, a man he secretly respects and admires…in more ways than he’ll admit. Worldly, experienced Renner would never look in his direction, let alone share some of that confidence he wears like a cloak, so Milo has set his sights on someone else to be his first.

Until Renner offers him private lessons in seduction...

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The ice is a cold mistress. As the league’s most eligible goalie, Max Fournier has access to his fair share of willing puck bunnies, but right now he’s more interested in bringing home another championship than a one-night stand. A romantic at heart, Max believes in love; he’s just not great at relationships. So when he finally meets a nice girl who’s not blinded by his celebrity, he’s feeling the heat—and the pressure to save her from herself.
Between working two jobs and raising her sister’s kids, Julianne Bradley doesn’t have time for sports—or men. All she knows about Max is that he’s the sexiest customer to ever grace her gas-station counter. And he sees past her tired eyes and makes Jules yearn for things she can’t have: a glamorous fling, a passionate lover, and the time to enjoy both. Max makes her feel like Cinderella, even though Jules has enough baggage to crush a glass slipper. Luckily, he’s no prince—only a fierce competitor determined to win her heart.

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Single dad Andy Shaw loves his job as a sports agent, with one exception: it doesn’t leave him much time for his kids. No parent likes being sidelined, so Andy decides to hire someone to share the workload. But when one of the hottest agents in the industry applies, Andy knows that this deal is definitely trouble.

Danicka Douglas works her butt off, but being an attractive woman in a testosterone-heavy industry isn’t exactly a cakewalk. She guards her professional reputation fiercely, which means no crushing on her gorgeous boss. But the more they ignore that sexy little spark, the more it sizzles…

Just when it looks like romance might be in the game plan, Dani is threatened by a stalker with dark intentions. To keep her safe, Andy must cross the line between professional and very personal…because this time, he’s playing for keeps.

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Monday, December 12, 2016

BLOG TOUR, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Wound Tight (Made in Jersey #4) by Tessa Bailey


Today is our stop on the blog tour for Wound Tight by Tessa Bailey! Check out this fantastic new release and grab this sexy new contemporary fiction today! 


A sexy new M/M romance from New York Times Bestselling author Tessa Bailey 

When CEO Renner Bastion walks into a room, everyone keeps their distance. Well, everyone but the sarcastic, tattooed, Boston-bred security guard whose presence has kept Renner in New Jersey longer than intended. As if the unwanted attraction isn’t unsettling enough, Renner finds out his protector isn’t as unavailable as originally thought. 

Milo Bautista just came out to his wealthy, ultra-confident boss, a man he secretly respects and admires…in more ways than he’ll admit. Worldly, experienced Renner would never look in his direction, let alone share some of that confidence he wears like a cloak, so Milo has set his sights on someone else to be his first. 

 Until Renner offers him private lessons in seduction... 

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I received an advanced copy of this book with the promise of an honest review. 

Dear lord. Queen Tessa has done it again. I haven't read too many M/M books, but when I heard Tessa was going to be writing one, I just knew that it would be fantastic. And it was. 

Milo has been hired to keep Renner safe. They don't see eye to eye on things, but Milo has a away of making Renner do things he doesn't want to do. After Milo comes out to Renner and asks him for his help in preparing to meet the object of his affection, the two of them form an odd relationship. It's not that Milo doesn't know how to act around men, just men that he has the hots for. But it turns out Renner has been thinking of Milo in ways he definitely shouldn't be. Their "lessons" turn into this sexual tension filled scenes where you find yourself yelling things like "OH MY GOD JUST DO IT ALREADY!" or "YASSSSSSSSSSSS!" at your kindle. Or maybe it was just me. Case in point: 
Sorry about that.”
“Are you?”
Positive his face was an unnatural color, Milo closed his eyes. “What?”
He could feel Renner perusing him head to toe, maybe even lingering somewhere in the middle. “I told you I wouldn’t be your practice dummy for touching other men, but you didn’t agree, did you?” Morning air blew across Milo’s abdomen and he looked down, astonished to find Renner had dragged up his shirt. “Is that because you need taking care of?”
“That’s not why I did this,” Milo said in a rush, worried he might come in his pants. Over what? Having his shirt lifted a few inches? Calm down, man.
“No?” Renner’s middle finger circled his navel, and Milo stifled a moan. “Plans change, though, don’t they? Even when the new plan is a bad idea.”
Milo’s head was an echo chamber. Nothing was sticking and everything was amplified, including his arousal, which was bounding off the charts. All from that single finger rimming his belly button. Fuck. “Is it a bad idea?”
“Getting a taste of you? Yes. The worst one I can think of.” Milo was trying to decode those cryptic words when Renner’s finger left his stomach, the other man lying back, his jaw riddled with tension. “Maybe it’s better if you do the exploring.”
“On you?” Milo breathed the question, a thrill racing down his spine. “Touch you?”
Renner’s answer was a lazy lifted eyebrow. Permission.
I need to fuck. I need to fuck. True facts. But the need for release was lost in conflicting images. His usual method of intercourse was with a woman or alone. So, yeah, he needed to get off so damn bad, but the objective was one thing; reaching that point was another. As in, he had no experience obtaining it this new way. Not to mention, he was getting way ahead of himself. Renner had said touching. Touching. And Milo could no more stop his hand from lifting, from resting on Renner’s stomach, than he could turn the sky purple on command.
“What do you want to do?” Renner asked, his jaw noticeably tight.
Wind rushed through the trees above them, shaking some dew loose. “Look,” Milo managed. “I want to look at you.”
“I don’t see anyone stopping you.”
Garnering his courage, Milo pulled Renner’s shirt up, just enough that he could lean down and see…damn, so many good things. Renner’s stomach, which was nothing like Milo had expected. He’d thought Renner would be smooth, carefully maintained, but the happy trail he found instead was ridiculously masculine, disappearing into the waistband of his sweatpants. He pushed the shirt a couple inches higher and found toned muscles, nice cut ones above Renner’s hips, all beneath a layer of solid man flesh. Renner obviously did what he could between long working hours, and shit, it had paid off. But he wasn’t trying to be on the cover of a beefcake calendar and somehow, yeah, that got Milo even more turned on.
Pulse chugging in his temples, Milo spread a hand over Renner’s belly and traced it up beneath the shirt, amazed when Renner hissed a breath. “I want to taste you. Here.”
“Do it before I change my mind.”
Propelled by hunger, Milo moved fast, sliding down Renner’s side. He took a front-row look at Renner’s abdomen, memorizing the hollows, the way it dipped and shuddered. And then he dived in, suctioning his mouth just to the right of Renner’s happy trail, before tracking down, down with his tongue. Then across and back up. No rhyme or reason, just getting as much of that masculine taste as he could before it got taken away. His heart was slamming into his ribs, and he was starved—starved. His shoulder encountered Renner’s stiffness and Milo groaned, his mouth growing more frantic at the evidence of being wanted in return.
Oh my God, I’m touching Renner Bastion. Thought it was impossible.
“You’re out of control,” Renner growled, shoving his fingers into Milo’s hair. “I shouldn’t love that so much, right? Shouldn’t want to push you lower and see if you’ll be this eager with a mouthful?”
Do it. He couldn’t say the words out loud because that would require stopping. And he was frantic to lick, to gather the moisture that coated Renner’s stomach.
Moisture?
Milo lifted his head, and only then did he feel the rain. Not just rain, though. It was a fucking downpour.
And that is just the tip of the iceberg with these two. In a dressing room (seriously...if you were to say those two words to anyone who read this book you would probably get the same reaction of "Yeah I needed some alone time after reading that.") Outside  the bowling alley against a fence. In Renner's office. Inside a club. And most of all in private, when they drop the whole "lesson" thing and are together because they want to be. HOLY. CRAP. I mean, christ on a cracker, these two were hot. 

But underneath it all, there is a wonderful story about acceptance. It's one thing to be fine with yourself, but you have to be able to accept the way others see you. And in Renner's case, it has to do with his business. I loved Milo's "screw 'em if they can't accept you for you are" approach and while it took Renner a while to come on board with that, it hit him like a freight train when it did. These two were just perfect for each other. And bonus points to Tessa for this passage: 
How you like them apples? 
Jesus. Thanks to Milo, he was even starting to think in a Boston accent. The man who’d ordained himself Renner’s personal one-man security detail without permission was more Boston than Mark Wahlberg at a fucking Red Sox game. Wearing Paul Revere’s hat.
As someone who was born and raised in Massachusetts, I appreciated the hell out of that.  

If you are a Tessa Bailey and Made in Jersey series fan, you should definitely read this book. And if you are a fan of the M/M genre, you should read this book. Basically if you are a human being who likes to read, you should read this book. This is easily one of my favorite books of 2016. Everything about it was fantastic. Duke and Sam are still ridiculously adorable. I loved Sam and Renner's brother/sister relationship and I found myself laughing out loud at their interactions. I also enjoyed seeing Duke and Vaughn reactions to basically everything Milo and Renner related. I can't wait to get some check-ins in the future. 





Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.

Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention. 

She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of nine years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love. 

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Friday, December 9, 2016

BLOG TOUR, 5 STAR REVIEW & GIVEAWAY: Meet Me Halfway (Off Field #2) by Kim Carmody

 

Today is our stop for the blog tour of Meet Me Halfway by Kim Carmody! Check out the fantastic new romance, and grab your copy today!


An ambitious journalist on a fast track to success.

A round one draft pick determined to keep his personal life his own.

And a documentary that proves sometimes opposites really do attract.


Olivia Callahan is a woman on a mission. When she lands a career defining opportunity in the male-dominated world of sports journalism, she knows it’s make or break time. Olivia’s boss has given her the green light to produce her very own documentary, and she’s not going to let anything get in the way of perfection.

After a few setbacks in college, Nate Sullivan is finally on his way to the big leagues as the newest recruit for the New York Warriors. Determined to put his somewhat colorful past behind him, Nate’s all about the straight and narrow as he sets out to prove he’s worthy of the first round draft pick that’s caused so much debate from fans and media.

The last thing Nate wants is to delve into stories from his past. But when his new team directs him to set the record straight, he has no choice but to cooperate with the feisty, determined reporter who shows up on campus. Olivia is thrilled that Nate Sullivan is her man. His colorful background is just the thing to take her story from memorable to award winning.

What neither of them expected is their attraction to one another, yet try as they might, determination gives way to temptation eventually. As Nate battles to protect his privacy and Olivia fights to produce the story of her career, they must decide what they’re willing to give up in order to gain each other.


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Olivia meets Nate when he becomes the subject of a sports documentary that she is producing. A documentary that will help her move up in the world of a male dominated industry. Nate has been drafted by the New York Warriors and the documentary will follow his path from college to the professional team. He's hesitant about participating, but he knows that it will be beneficial to his career.

The first time Olivia and Nate meet is at the house he shares with a few college teammates. After being greeted by Nate's three shirtless roommates (it was quite comical), she comes face to face with the man himself. She is immediately struck by how attractive he is, but manages to reel it in and get the first interview done. After all, she is a professional and has a job to do. After meeting a few times, Nate's initial wariness goes away but he is still worried. An incident that occurred during his freshman year, one that he absolutely never talks about, threatens to emerge and he wants it to stay out of the documentary. But it's Olivia's job to make sure the documentary covers everything, whether Nate likes it or not. They come to an understanding about the subject and by the time they make it to New York, their relationship has become intimate. While at first they manage to keep their professional and personal relationships separate, life has a way of making things difficult and both of their happiness is threatened. 

I can't even begin to explain how much I love Olivia and Nate. These two were such a wonderful couple. The chemistry between them was absolutely electricI found myself eagerly anticipating that moment when Olivia and Nate crossed the line of inappropriateness. And the pay off was amazing. 
“I know how to have fun,” I said, my hands gripping the edges of the pool table.
He grinned, his lips now only inches from mine. “Good. Let’s have some fun then.”
Nate hesitated for just a moment, and in that second the knowledge that being with him was a terrible idea reared its ugly head. But before I had a chance to fully process it, he closed the gap between us, his lips grazing mine in an almost kiss. He teased, his gaze locked on me the entire time, consuming me, washing away my lingering concerns that this shouldn’t be happening.
“Nate…we shouldn’t. We can’t,” I spoke the words against his lips, even as I was unable to muster the will to push him away.
“And yet we are,” he said, smiling against my mouth. Firm hands cupped my neck, pulling me closer and I let my body go lax against his as he deepened the kiss. And my God, could Nate Sullivan kiss. His mouth devoured mine, biting and sucking, and there in his childhood Batcave, I all but melted into his arms.
A noise that sounded oddly like a moan filled the space between us and a split second later, I realized it had come from me. Nate pulled back, his mouth twitching in a half smile as he said, “This okay?”
I schooled my features as victory flared in his eyes, knowing the shock of just how much more than okay his kiss was had to be written all over my face.
Nate sank to his knees, his hands skimming the length of my back, covering my butt with a squeeze and moving down to rub along the bare skin of my legs. My breath hitched when they trailed a path back up and under my skirt, where he slipped them under the fabric of my underwear.
“Your skin is like fucking silk.” He groaned, dropping his head to my stomach. Nate caught the hem of my t-shirt in his mouth and pulled at it, practically growling as he tilted his head to look at me. Releasing it, he said, “You know what I thought the first time I saw you?”
“That I was the devil, here to ruin your life?”
He chuckled, his breath warming my stomach. “That was my second thought.” His hands began making small circles over my skin. “I thought you were the team’s way of hazing me. Making me sweat over some bullshit documentary and then sending you as the punch line. Thought I’d died and gone to heaven for a second there.”
My eyes widened. “You…you thought I was a stripper?” I started to push away from him but his grip tightened on my butt.
“No, I merely hoped you were.”
No sooner than the words were out of his mouth he lifted me, his hands big enough to create a chair for my butt. He stood, turning us so his back was to the pool table and lowered me back down.
I looked up at him, not even trying to hide the wonder I knew was written across my face. “Who are you, Nate Sullivan?”
“I thought I was just a college kid.” He cocked his head, fire filling his gaze. “Isn’t that right?”
Before I could respond, he turned away, bending to pull the sheet that covered the pool table up and off it.
I frowned. “I never said that.”
He turned back to me, his rough hands cupping my face as he kissed me, the playfulness of before gone. “No, but that’s what you think.”
Picking me up, he turned and walked the few paces to the table, setting me down on the ledge as he released the hold he had on my lower lip.
“You don’t kiss like a college kid.” 
“I don’t fuck like one either.”
Truer words have never been spoken. At that point Olivia and Nate have been dancing around each other for a while and they know that them getting together it is inevitable, so they just give in. And from there it just gets hotter. WOW.

This book is easily one of the best I have read this year. I just loved everything about it. Sports romance. Older woman/younger man. NYC location. Comedy. Angst. Crazy sexual tension you can cut with a knife. And of course lots of sexy times. And all of it is FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.




About Kim Carmody

Kim Carmody lives in Australia with her husband, in a sunny little part of Melbourne that she never wants to leave. Except for frequent trips to New York, she is happy to leave at least once a year for those.

She holds a Masters in Commerce Marketing and while she spent her younger years training to become a professional dancer, she somehow ended up working in the sports industry, where she met her now husband. Never a participant or spectator of sport growing up (she was too busy flitting around in a tutu), she has grown to appreciate, if not love many sports and eventually found herself writing about them too.

As an avid book lover from the moment she was introduced to The Babysitters Club as a seven year-old, Kim never expected to be able to call herself an author, but is beyond excited that she now can.

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