Blurb:
Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable.
Another Playbook begins…
Wes Lancaster has always followed one guideline for play. He never gets involved with anyone working for his professional football team, the New York Mavericks.
When one Rulebook closes…
Thatch and Cassie have finally found their perfect balance of good and sweet, crazy and playful, and most importantly, hot and insatiable.
But what happens when they’re faced with a surprise neither of them plotted or schemed?
While Cassie seems to be taking everything in stride, Thatch can’t stop himself Sent from my iPhone every little thing revolving around the woman he loves.
How does a man handle that kind of anxiety?
Doing the only thing he can to ease his mind without pushing away the woman he loves, Thatch proves that once again, when it comes to him and Cass, you’ll never see what’s coming.
Another Playbook begins…
Wes Lancaster has always followed one guideline for play. He never gets involved with anyone working for his professional football team, the New York Mavericks.
It hasn’t been a hard rule to live by.
Until Winnie Winslow, the new take-no-sh*t team physician.
She’s beautiful, intelligent—and has no problem taking control of every situation.
She pisses him off. She turns him on.
As tension builds and desire heightens, Wes finds himself wondering how much longer he’ll be able to follow his gameplan.
Disclaimer: Max & Monroe and Thatch advise that you use caution when insinuating the actions of their characters into your real life. You might find yourself the new owner of a truckload of hilarious kind of fun—or a restraining order. It's one or the other, really.
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4 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane
This was such a fun read! Thatcher Kelly and Cassie Phillips are back and still as screwed up as ever! When we last were in their eff'd up lives they had reunited and were expecting a little bundle of mayhem. Cassie is trying to juggle her photography shoots so she will have plenty of down time after the baby comes to enjoy her family. Only that means she is jetting all over the country and Thatch is just about coming out of his skin with worry. Enter James Bond..or more like the inept Inspector Clouseau.
Yes, stalking. I'm stalking the soon-to-be mother of my child.
Don't say a goddamn word. I know, okay? I know.
Meanwhile the plot is getting set up for Wes Lancaster, owner of the Mavericks football team and Winnie Winslow, the team's doctor. He's in a constant state of denial about her, shooting down every impulse to go after her. She works for him, she has a kid (that's his biggest cock blocker) and he doesn't need the complication. Sure, let's see how long this lasts.
Don't expect the insanity to have been toned down. These guys are still riding the crazy train.
"It's not accidental anal. There's no anal.
"Oh. So that's the problem. I've gotta tell you, Wes. Even I haven't gotten anal. And if I can't get anal from Cassie, you're never getting anal from Winnie."
But there are the occasional poignant moments in the story too.
It was these little hidden morsels of her that no one else saw or understood that augmented my love to the point of madness. She was so much more than most people know, and many of her secrets were only for me. When she was selfish now, it wasn't just for herself-it was for her, me and the little peanut sized baby we created.
Ahhhh.....
There's plenty of Kline and Georgia. These two are actually the sane ones in this triple play of characters. They are the voice of reason and Georgia is the self appointed pregnancy cop putting an end to any possible fun Cassie might be having.
"You're taking us to dinner tonight, Lancaster."
He tilted his head to the side, and an amused smirk kissed his lips. "I am?"
She nodded. "Yep. You're paying and you're also taking us somewhere I can eat a steak the size of Thatcher's head."
"You have to get your steak well done, Cassie," Georgia chimed in.
"Fluffing pregnancy police," she mumbled and walked down the aisle and off the plane.
"Fluffing pregnancy police" That's Cassie attempt to watch her daily intake of F bombs she usually drops-she's gonna be a mom now, somebody has to watch out for the kid.
Of course this story ends on a slice of life. We still have lots of shenanigans awaiting us in the next couple of books.
"Watching you these last few weeks, Cass, "he went on, his voice so genuine it was nearly tortured," I could not have imagined a better version of you."
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