BROKEN PLAY
Birmingham Rebels #1
Samantha Kane
Releasing Sept 1st, 2015
Perfect for fans of Shayla Black and
Lexi Blake, the deeply sensual new Birmingham Rebels series introduces an
unforgettable team of chiseled football gods—and the daring, provocative games
they play behind closed doors.
Birmingham Rebels offensive linemen
Beau Perez and Cass Zielinski are inseparable, on and off the field. Cass, the
captain with the cowboy swagger, is a loose cannon. Beau, the veteran tight
end, is cool under pressure. And ever since they were caught on tape in a
steamy threesome, their exploits have fueled more than a few tabloid
headlines—and naughty fantasies.
Marian Treadwell knows all about the
video. And now that she’s the Rebels’ new assistant offensive coach, she can’t
look at Beau and Cass without picturing their hard, naked bodies—with her
pressed in between. Marian would like nothing more than to indulge those
impulses, but she knows better than to get too close to her players, a bunch of
adrenaline-fueled alpha males who don’t always follow the rules.
Just the thought of sharing the
gorgeous yet guarded Marian drives Cass wild. At first, Beau isn’t sure she’s
right for them . . . and lately, all he desires is a little alone time with
Cass to explore their new intimacy. But it’s only a matter of time before Cass
breaks through both of their defenses. Because when seduction is the game plan,
he always plays to win.
Broken Play is intended for mature audiences.
Marian’s brown eyes grew big and she stared
at Cass as if she’d never heard a man apologize before. Next to her, Mike
turned his body abruptly in his chair to face her and she jumped.
“Whoa,” Mike said, his hands up in
surrender. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
She laughed that tight laugh again. “No,
I’m sorry. I get lost in my head sometimes. Don’t bother about me.” She cleared
her throat. “Don’t forget we also snagged Kitt Doyle. When he went free agent I
thought he’d get more offers despite his age and injury record.”
She successfully changed the subject as
Mike and Beau began to discuss how Doyle, a good veteran left tackle, would
affect the offense. She glanced up and when she caught Cass’s gaze, she tensed.
After a second or two, when her mouth grew tight and she looked like she might
say something, he looked away. There was definitely more to Marian Treadwell
than what met the eye.
He was wearing a cowboy hat and cowboy
boots, for heaven’s sake, Marian thought as she looked away from Cass
Zielinski’s penetrating stare. Did he think he was a Cowboy? Wrong team. The
way the Rebels played last year, nearly the wrong league. She was exasperated,
but it was with herself, not him. She was letting his sun-kissed good looks get
to her. All six feet four inches and 280 pounds of him. That was a lot of
good-looking. He had auburn hair and a beard to match, both bleached a little
redder by the sun. And the cowboy thing? Yeah, a total button pusher. But she
could resist it, because damn it, that wasn’t why she was here. She didn’t want
to screw football players. She wanted to coach them. She had something to offer
this team. The head office saw it and so did Mike. Clearly the players were
going to be a harder sell. If she could get Cass Zielinski on her side, that
would go a long way to getting the others to accept her. According to
everything she’d read, and from what Mike had told her, the whole team idolized
Zielinski. He’d been playing, and playing well, in the NFL for over ten years.
Everyone knew he’d accepted the Rebels deal because they’d promised him front
office when he retired, which wasn’t too far in the future. He was thirty-one,
old for an offensive lineman. And of course, the deal had included Beau Perez.
She stole a glance at Perez. He was a
scary-looking son of a bitch. Taller than the average player, he was more thug
than Latin lover, brooding and intense. The tattoo on his neck didn’t help.
She’d heard he was a real sweetheart in person, but she hadn’t seen it so far.
He obviously had Zielinski wrapped around his massive pinky finger, the way
he’d jumped to remove his hat when Perez frowned at him. Somehow he’d ridden
Zielinski’s coattails back into the NFL after a suspension for drugs. His drug
use and overdose were a red flag for any coach. He’d spent months in rehab, and
Zielinski had been a constant visitor. That was the beginning of the rumors.
She hated to admit she’d read every tabloid
rumor about them. Most of her information came from the Enquirer and
People
magazine. They’d been caught on tape having sex with the same woman. At the
same time. The sex tape had gone viral. You couldn’t Google them without it
turning up, despite all their efforts to get it taken down. There was no sound,
and there were some malfunctions with the recorder, but you didn’t need to hear
it to know they were giving her a hard, rough fuck. Jesus, Marian had watched
that video about a hundred times and fantasized about them both. She wished
she’d known at the time that she’d be working with them. She would have passed
it by. She could hardly look at them without picturing them naked and
straining, as they slammed into the willing woman in perfect synch. They had
clearly done it many times before in order to have that sort of
synchronization. With Perez’s dark hair and exotic looks, and Zielinski’s
reddish hair and paler skin, they had complemented one another perfectly. She
began to sweat and squirm in her seat as she tried to force her attention back
to what Mike was saying.
Before long her gaze slid over to Perez
again. He was a loose cannon, in her opinion. For the last two years he’d
walked the straight and narrow, it was true. He played hard, stayed out of the
limelight, and he was clean. Regular drug tests made sure of it. But his hold
on Zielinski worried her. Cass clearly led the team, but Beau just as clearly
led Cass. They needed the center to make this team work. He was the center in
more ways than the position he played. The team revolved around him. He made it
work, made this group of losers and misfits rise above their pasts and their
reputations and play some pretty decent ball. Could they be better? Yeah, they
could. And Marian was going to help make that happen. She’d hitched her wagon
to the Rebels’ star, and she wasn’t going down without a fight.
She had something to prove. To herself and
to her father. No one here but Mike and head coach Shannon Ludwig knew her dad
was Rufus Sedgeway, one of the most successful coaches in Division I
college-football history. And that was how Marian wanted it. She didn’t want to
talk about her father to anyone; she didn’t even want to remember he existed on
most days. He’d silenced her. He’d chosen some sleazy football players and his precious
winning record over her. She’d had to go crawling back to him to ask him to
help her get this job, but that was it. She knew he’d gotten her a job with the
Rebels because he wanted her to fail again. He wanted to control her again. But
she’d show him and everyone else. They hadn’t broken her, not by a long shot.
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Samantha Kane lives in North
Carolina with her husband and three children, two boys and one girl. With a
master’s degree in American history, she spent seven years as a high school
history teacher before becoming a full-time writer and mom.
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