by Rie Warren
Series: Bad Boy Ballers #1
Genre: Secret Baby, Second Chance, Sports Romance
Release Date: February 6th, 2017
Blurb:
She’s NFL royalty. He’s the star quarterback of a tanking team. When she takes ownership, balls will roll . . . and the truth will out.
Rafe Macintyre - the rocket-armed Carolina Crush quarterback—has nothing to lose and everything to prove. All because of one woman . . . Miss Peyton Fox. When the tough-as-nails chick takes over as team owner, Rafe is ready to turn the epic-fail season into a Super Bowl championship. But the winning has to start with Peyton’s love.
No stranger to playas on and off the field, Peyton Fox is born and bred NFL royalty. Been there, done him, and called the plays even before she took up the Carolina Crush crown. She has zero time for a love life and even less time for games unless they happen between the endzones. Unfortunately, Rafe Macintyre has one hell of an arm, and he’s full of hot southern charm. He’s not too bad to drool over either, but it’s been five years since she tangled with him—a mistake she doesn’t plan on repeating.
The consequences of one night of rebellion will last a lifetime. It’s all fun and games until someone gets knocked up.
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Excerpt:
The day I’d stashed a sexy black mesh jockstrap in Rafe’s locker, my pulse fluttered between my legs. Just reaching into his cubby, I sensed everything about the man. His sweat. His body. His muscles. His sheer dedication and total determination to win.
And by Jesus, he was winning with me.
When I’d stepped onto the training grounds later, Rafe caught immediate sight of me. A line of sweat drilled down the center of his jersey. His jaw flexed. His vivid green eyes flashed to mine. And the red flooding his cheeks beneath his deep tan wasn’t due to exertion.
After his workout, his PT, his shower, and what was probably a lot of bullshit macho baller-talk in the locker room, he knocked softly on my office door.
Slipping inside, he slid the lock home. Then he’d locked target on me.
Hiking up my skirt, growling in my ear, ripping off my panties, he’d sat me on my desk.
He’d stood between my spread thighs, shedding his jeans to reveal the tight see-through mesh cupping a cock that stretched the webbing until threads threatened to break.
“This what you wanted, Pey?”
My hand went to him. My tongue wet my lips. Speechless, I’d nodded my head. Bobblehead.
Yes, please.
He’d taken me then and there. On top of the desk with papers scattering. My MacBook almost shuttled off the edge. The jockstrap hauled down, his hips punched forward, I’d scrabbled to hold onto his shoulders, his ass, the lip of the desk as he tore into me with teeth-chattering, body-melting, pussy-convulsing force.
I’d come twice before Rafe let it all go.
God, he was magnificent—all strained muscles, tight craven face, corded neck, rough hands wrapped around my hips as he pulsed inside me over and over again.
His long mighty groan the last noise before he thrust a few more slow wet times.
His head fell to my breasts. “You naughty woman,” he whistled out between shallow breaths.
I’d folded my fingers through his hair, tugging him up. “It’s all your fault.”
“God, I hope so.” He snuck his thumb between my lips. “I hope you’re not like this with any other man, darlin’.”
That was right.
We hadn’t had the talk. The exclusive no-screwing-around-with-anyone-else conversation.
And that wasn’t the only serious discussion missing from our relationship.
What wasn’t win-win about Rafe and me? I was torn in two. I’d done something wrong and hadn’t told him yet.
And there was still one big black gap neither of us mentioned.
About the author:
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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