The End Zone, a sexy friends to lovers
romance from L.J. Shen is available NOW!
Jolie Louis is a smart girl.
She knows that her best friend, Sage
Poirier, is a bad idea.
He’s a walking, talking cliché. The Adonis
quarterback with the bulging biceps and harem of fangirls trailing behind him
on campus like a stench you can’t get rid of.
Sadly, it is also the very reason she can’t
seem to stay away from him.
No, wait. That’s not fair. They’re also
roommates, at least until May, when they graduate from college.
Jolie is already straddling the line
between friendship and more when Sage comes to her with an offer she cannot
refuse: be his fake girlfriend and live for free for the rest of the semester.
She tells herself that she can handle it.
He’s just the boy she saved ten years ago,
right?
Wrong. So very wrong.
He is a man now, and she is his captive
Heart, body, and soul…
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Our Review:
“Friends to lovers, 5 stars”
The End Zone is a sweet friend to lover’s novella that was part of the Team Players anthology, only this version has an extended epilogue. Its sweet, its fun, and it makes you smile. It has all the makings of a full love story but with the novella page count. It will have your kindle hot with heat between the two and enough swoon to put you into a coma. Enjoy!
Star Ratings:
Star Ratings:
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5
Emilia
“Kneel.”
There’s menace in this voice,
and I grew to love the man who carries it like a loaded weapon. Every word is a
sharp edge of a knife, sinking into my skin.
Kneel.
Sit.
Open your mouth.
Touch yourself.
Repeat after me: Vicious, I’m yours.
Most married couples fall
into a blissful, albeit drowsy domestic routine of laundry, family dinners, and
Netflix.
Most married couples are not
Vicious and me.
We were different from the
beginning. A yin and a yang, fighting over which color took more space, black
or pink. We started out as enemies, and I think that, although we are still
crazy in love, we will always be rivals on some level. We will always be
passionate, and angry, and desperate.
We will always be us.
“I’m sorry, I don’t take
orders from people who aren’t my boss,” I say coolly, dropping my funky,
colorful bag at the door and erasing the distance between us in wide, confident
steps. He is standing in front of me, his Armani suit impeccable, his raven hair
slicked back, his icicle blue eyes devouring me in ways that make being eaten
alive worth it. He scans the length of me, a slight sneer on his face. I’m
still me, even so many years later. The tips of my light brown hair are still
cherry-blossom pink. The soles of my shoes are yellow, for Christ’s sake.
“That could be arranged, if
you continue your sass.”
“How is that going to work,
Vicious? Are you going to re-employ me against my will?” For the past eighteen
years, I’ve been managing my own gallery in L.A. A gallery he bought for me
shortly before our engagement. I have a career, an income of my own. Truth is,
he gave me a push, but the entire journey to where I am today was made by me,
and only me, and he knows it.
He cups my cheek, yanks me by
the hem of my funky powder blue blouse with little suns into his body and leans
down for a kiss. Our lips brush briefly, promising scattered clothes and ragged
breaths, just as the door swings open and our son walks in. He slams the door
behind him, his eyes still intently glued to his phone.
Vaughn is a spitting image of
his dad. So much so, that sometimes it scares me.
At sixteen, he has the walk,
talk, and air of Vicious when the latter was a senior in high school. Rangy,
strong body, thick-fringed blue eyes, skin so fair he looks like he defies the
sun, and cheekbones you could use as a sharp weapon. More than anything, he has
that uniquely-pissed facial expression that tells you that he just doesn’t
care.
Not about your problems.
Not about your feelings.
And certainly not about what
you think about him.
About L.J. Shen:
L.J. Shen is an International #1
best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in
Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat.
Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks
referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled
the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be
happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people’s
birthdays and never sends Christmas cards.
She enjoys the simple things in life, like
spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and
internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week
and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed.
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