Bella Andre’s Game For Love Kindle
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- File Size: 353 KB
- Print Length: 102 pages
- Publisher: Kindle Worlds (May 2, 2016)
- Publication Date: May 2, 2016
- Sold by: Amazon Digital Services LLC
Blurb:
Brady Calhoun is a star football player for the Tampa Bay Rough Riders. He may be a ladies man but he’s always stayed out of trouble…until trouble finds him and he becomes everyone’s scandal sheet target. Amy Lavalle is a star writer for Today doing articles on high profile people. She was a hot commodity in the business…until the magazine got a new owner and he wanted her to toss out her scruples.
For both of them, the best thing is to head out of town to someplace no one will find them. What a coincidence they end up in side by side cottages at a seaside Florida town. Neither is looking for a hookup but they didn’t count on the mind-blowing electricity crackling between them. And they only know each other’s first names! When a sprained ankle has them setting up housekeeping together, the flame burns even hotter. Until Brody’s agent arrives for a visit, spots Amy as a reporter, and is convinced she hunted Brady down for a story. Will Brady and Amy find a way to get past this and hold onto each other?
Excerpt:
He had no one to blame for his situation.
He had to face that fact. He’d enjoyed the high life, enjoyed women, and had
few if any problems. If Marlo had exhibited any signs of her insanity, his ego
had blinded him to it. He was left with his life in turmoil and no choice
except to hide out like some criminal.
Last night, in the dark, he had not been
able to take note of his surroundings. Now he got a better view of the cottages
on the short street as he passed them. Colorful, with blooming bushes of all
kinds surrounding them. At the end of the street was a park, dotted with
benches and tables and more tropical shrubs. And, beyond it, the beach, and the
waters of San Carlos Bay.
Brady jogged around the park twice before
heading for the beach. By the time he finished, he’d clocked five miles and was
ready for his coffee. When he hit the sidewalk of Pelican Lane, he slowed down,
taking in more of the environment.
Which was how he spotted the woman carrying
a trash bag down the stairs of one of the cottages. And stopped to take a look
at her. And about swallowed his tongue. Cutoff shorts and a very baggy T-shirt
should have hidden most of her assets. Not a glamorous outfit at all. But the
very nature of them made her look all the sexier. Her golden hair was pulled up
in a ponytail and, when she bent over, her shirt hiked up so he could see an
ass his hands itched to cup.
Stop
it!
He could almost hear Steve’s voice in his
ear. And the man would be right. He was already in so much hot water because of
Psycho Marlo he didn’t need to buy more of it. He’d made up his mind he was off
women for the duration. It was the smart thing to do.
But oh, man. He hoped he wasn’t drooling as
he took in her gorgeous thighs and the graceful movements of her arms. The lush
curve of her hips and the smooth, lightly tanned skin. If she’d bend over a
tiny bit more, her T-shirt would fall forward and he could—
He could get himself in a bigger batch of
trouble here. But holy shit! His cock sure wasn’t paying much attention to the
orders he was issuing. It was almost poking its way out of his shorts. He bent
over, eyes on the ground and hands on thighs as he pretended to be dragging in
air. He hoped his damn body would get the message to stand down. But then he
realized she was standing right in front of him and he was staring at slender
ankles and two graceful feet whose toenails were painted a bright pink. With
sexy sparkles on them.
Crap!
“Are you okay?”
He looked up at the sound of a musical
voice that played havoc with his senses. And found himself staring at eyes as
blue as the water of the bay and a straight nose sprinkled with a light dusting
of freckles. God. Freckles. One of his weaknesses. Not to mention a mouth with
full lips he wanted to lick and nibble. Holy shit, he was in a load of trouble.
He managed to straighten himself up, hoping
his body had calmed down a little. “Uh, yeah. Guess I’m a little winded.”
She frowned. “Why don’t you come sit down
on my stairs for a minute? I’ll get you a glass of water. You look like you
could use it.”
Yeah.
Water. Stupid idiot that he was, he’d run out of
the house, forgetting to take a bottle of water with him. If he had half a
brain, he’d say no thank you and go on to his own place. Apparently, he didn’t
even because he heard himself say, “Thanks. That would be great.”
She took his arm like he was some kind of
enfeebled idiot, guiding him to the flight of stairs leading up to the door of
her cottage. At the contact he froze for a moment, electricity crackling in the
air around them. She felt it, too. He knew it by the slight widening of her
eyes and the way she yanked her hand back. He wanted to tell her to touch him
again, maybe all over, but he kept hearing Steve’s voice in his head.
“Stay
away from women.”
Desiree’s Bio”
Desiree
Holt has produced more than two hundred titles in nearly every subgenre of
romance fiction. She has won the EPIC Award for action/adventure, the Authors
After Dark Award for Author of he Year, The Holt Medallion and been featured on
CBS Sunday Morning and in The (London) Daily Mail, The Daily Beast, The Village
Voice, US News and World Report and The Huffington Post, to name a few. Her
stories are enriched by her personal experiences, her characters by the people
she meets. After fifteen ears in the great state of Texas she relocated back to
Florida to be closer to members of her family and a large collection of
friends. Her favorite pastimes are watching football, reading, and researching
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