~ Synopsis ~
From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two games.
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the
secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica
can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s
no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at
New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the
last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen,
filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for
Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass
without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes
his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell
away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do
that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of
Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is
thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they
have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s
worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
~ Review ~
4 Stars
This was a great first book in this new series. I can't wait to read about the other
characters.
Leah tries her hardest to stay out of the media. With her mom being a famous actress they are
always wanting some dirt on her so she tries to stay out of the spotlight. She doesn't do things that will draw
attention to her. So when playboy
Quarterback Corey Jackson starts showing interest in her she pushes him away. She doesn't want to be attracted to him, but
it's hard not to be. Can she give him a
chance and not become the highlight of the tabloids? Or will she end up losing everything she has
worked so hard for?
Corey is living the life; football, fame and all the woman
he could ever want. What more could a
guy want? From the moment he sees Leah
across the bar he wants her. Her turning
him down and not buying his lines has him wanting her more. Can he break her down and get her under him? Or will he finally fail at something?
I feel like I needed a little more from this story. It felt drawn out in places and lacking in
others. I will definitely read the other
books in this series. I love football so
I really enjoyed that aspect of this book.
~ Excerpt ~
“Thought you didn’t want me?” I whisper in her ear. “Hasn’t
that been your motto for days?”
“I…don’t…” she replies breathily.
I curl my fingers inside her and push down on her clit.
“Don’t give me that shit, Leah. My fingers are inside your gorgeously tight
pussy right now. Don’t tell me you don’t fuckin’ want me.”
She drops her head forward onto my shoulder as I continue to
work her, to rub her, to bring her closer to the edge. Before she goes, I pull
my fingers from her and hold her face in front of mine.
“Corey,” she whispers. It’s deep and low, seductive and
begging, and it’s music to my fucking ears.
“Tell me you want me.” I graze my teeth across her bottom
lip. “Tell me you want me and I’ll give you what you need.”
“I want you.” Her breath fans over my mouth.
“Say my name.”
“Demanding bastard.” She manages a laugh, but it’s breathy
and desperate. “I want you, Corey. Okay? I want you.”
My whole body goes taut, tight. Yes. Those are the words
I’ve fucking wanted. I don’t care if I’ve had to tease her with my fingers and
hold an orgasm for ransom to get them. What matters is that she said them, and
she can’t take them back—not when she’s gyrating her hips against my hand.
“Corey,” she moans softly. “Now finish me off, for the love
of fucking God.”
I move my fingers quickly inside her and rub her clit. And I
look at her. I watch her lips part and her eyes close and her cheeks flush. I
feel her breath quicken and her muscles tighten around me and her juices over
my fingers. And finally, I hear her cry out as she comes. I hear her cry my
motherfucking name into my shoulder as she comes.
My. Fucking. Name.
Her body collapses against mine, and I press kisses along
her jaw to her lips. I cup the back of her head and hold her to me. Her falling
apart in my arms is the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The glaze
over her eyes, the quickening of her breathing, the moans from between those
lips.
“You. Bastard,” she whispers into my neck.
~ Author Bio ~
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies-usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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