Synopsis
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through.
And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my endgame.
And my endgame is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
4 Star Review by Jennifer Hagen
There is nothing I like better than a man whore who
becomes reformed only to revert back to his old ways when things get too
personal or too hard for him to handle.
Spoon feed it to me, slip it through a straw, or make me chew it up but
give me that taste one can only get from an angsty read.
“You thought you
were something special to me? You
thought a few f*cks and I was falling for you?
Newsflash, I was nice to you because I wanted to f*ck you. I kept being nice because you’re a good lay,
but I got what I wanted. You’re too much
trouble for a little bit of p*ssy. So
we’re done now. Move. On.”
Oops. I guess I
should have started from the beginning, but I was just so caught up in those
jolt-to-the-heart words. That was
Sawyer, a hot college quarterback, protecting his heart. Sawyer is a one-night stand only guy. He is so used to having women falling at his
feet he doesn’t ever have to worry about not having a girl on his lap or on her
knees. Sawyer is a good guy. He may be a little harsh with his words to
women and the expected adoration from them, but deep down he just doesn’t want
to care about somebody that can be taken away from him. He knows firsthand what it is like to love
and be left behind. His mom died when he
was a teenager. Not only did he lose his
mom, but his best friend moved away when Sawyer needed support the most.
Gretchen and
Sawyer have a film literature class together.
It is through this class that a friendship starts, but actually it’s
more of a plot on Gretchen’s behalf…
Mission one: get Sawyer’s attention. Check.
Now all I had to do was get him to trust me..
Before Gretchen realizes that her plan is not fault-free,
she has been pulled into Sawyer’s charm.
Sawyer wants her…Gretchen wants him…then she doesn’t…oh wait, now she
does…nope…not gonna happen. Gretchen’s
back and forth desires drove me crazy!
It’s no wonder Sawyer was trying to find a replacement for the way he
felt towards her. There’s only so much
rejection a guy like Sawyer can handle.
Gretchen needs to get it together before it’s too
late. Sawyer needs to put his head back
in the football game. Too many players
are riding on Sawyer’s skills to lose his focus now.
She sacked me like
a defensive player with nothing to lose.
She broke through my defenses and knocked the breath from my lungs,
leaving me on my knees in a state of absolute shock.
This was a quick enjoyable read told from dual points of
view. It’s been a while since I’ve come
across a good epilogue and I was beaming while reading this epilogue simply
because it made me happy.
Excerpt
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.
I exploded.
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Author Bio
Tabatha Vargo is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl who loves old historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She's the mother of an 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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