Title: Catching Callie
Author: Claire Woods
Genre: New Adult/College Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 12, 2018
Blurb
The Press labeled me campuses “DIRTY PLAYER.”
The scandal I'm caught in just made the national news, ESPN, & Sports Illustrated.
Forced to hide out in a small beach town until I can clear my name, the last thing I expected was to run into her.
Literally.
First, she stole my breath, then my heart. But she wants nothing to do with me.
Even my killer smile, panty-melting grin, and cut abs aren't reeling her in.
She ran.
Twice.
I have six weeks to find my mystery girl, get my reputation back, and prove to her I’m not a dirty player: I’m her prince. The football field is the domain I where I rule, but her heart is the next thing I’m going to capture.
Something tells me Catching Callie is going to be the biggest win of all.
GAME ON.
This is a standalone new adult romance. No cliffhanger, No cheating, HEA.
This is a standalone, full-length novel.
*** THE FORECAST IS SCORCHING! So if heat isn't your cuppa... use caution! ***
This is a standalone new adult romance. No cliffhanger, No cheating, HEA.
This is a standalone, full-length novel.
*** THE FORECAST IS SCORCHING! So if heat isn't your cuppa... use caution! ***
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Our Review:
Great Idea, but fell a little short. Catching Callie was a decent book, but it missed its mark for me. This book has everything I normally love in it. There is a strong female lead, a hot, athlete, and a little bit of drama. What more could I ask for right? Unfortunately, for me personally, this just didn’t hit for me.
I was really interested in this story. The idea that a disgraced football player would escape to a small town and run into a girl who changes his world? It sounds like everything I would normally fall for. It was written well. I will give the story that, but I also felt like it wasn’t as cohesive as it could be. I think the small inconsistencies is what turned me off on this book.
I really liked the characters in this book. Gabe was a hoot. I loved reading the story from his point of view. He is a strong character that is not afraid to go after what he wants. I also loved how considerate and humble he is. That is important in a character. I really liked Callie as well, but I was irritated with her too. She is a sassy character with strong values. I loved her personality, but I also felt she was being unfair at times to Gabe. With that being said, I did like her.
The heat in this book is good. I liked watching these two together. It had all the hotness of a summer fling with the sweetness of a romantic evening. I thought their chemistry was great and added a layer to the story that it needed. These two had no problem with the heat.
The writing style in this book was okay, but I felt it could have been better. The pace of the book was steady for most of it, but I felt the ending was speed up. I also didn’t liked the use of time jumps in this story. While I loved that we got to see where they ended up, I thought the time jump added more unanswered questions. With all of that being said, The story was easy to read and I did read the whole thing and felt satisfied.
Overall, this book was entertaining enough. The characters were great and I really enjoyed reading about them. I also did like the plot. While this book missed the spot for me, I would recommend others to read it and try it for themselves. Not every book fits every person and this one just didn’t fit for me.
Star Ratings:
Plot: 4/5
Characters: 4/5
Heat: 4/5
Writing Style: 3/5
Overall: 3/5
Excerpt
What the heck?
I almost trip on a pile of clothes. Pausing, I look in all
directions. There’s no one else here. But then out in the water, under a beam
of blinding moonlight, a dark head bobs.
“Crazy idiot. Sharks feed at night.” I shake my head.
Looking back down, I grin recognizing the gray hoodie.
It can’t be.
Gingerly, I bend down, taking it in my hands.
It smells like him.
My breasts tingle, thighs ache.
With no one to see me, I press it to my nose and close my
eyes. The fragrance industry sure knows what they’re about. My hormones are
driving the bus, and I’m tempted to strip my clothes off and ride that pony
swimming in the moonlight.
But I don’t.
I have a better idea instead.
Snagging the rest of his clothing, I jog away from the surf
and towards the dunes covered in shadows.
“HEY!” He calls out swimming furiously towards shore.
But summer boy doesn’t know these beach paths as I do. He
doesn’t stand a chance.
Especially naked.
But how could I know he’s as fast as an Olympian?
He tackles me from behind—I fall, face planted in the sand.
His clothes acting as a barricade saves my face from sand scrapes.
“What the hell?” He mutters, turning me over.
“Fanny pack?”
“Um… hi?”
“Well, this is interesting.” He smiles down on me, elbows
planted in the sand on either side of my body.
Oddly, I’m not afraid of being pinned down in the moonlight
by this handsome stranger—until—it dawns on me he’s naked as the day he was
born. Something hard rocks into the cradle between my hips causing me to gasp
as he shifts his weight.
“Sorry,” he rolls to the side for a second giving me room to
get up. “Fuck it. I’m not sorry.” He rolls back on top of me, tracing a finger
over my stunned, parted lips. “I made a wish on a star tonight. Haven’t done
that since I was ten. And here you are, showing up here like a thief in the
moonlight. Technically, you are a thief. Maybe I should call the cops on you,
baby?”
I can’t answer. It’s happening to me again, and I’m helpless
to stop it.
I’m drowning on dry land, star gazing into his eyes as his
head lowers a breath from mine. “Thank you for turning the shittiest day I ever
had, into the best one,” he murmurs capturing my lips.
Instinctually, my thighs open, womb wanting to cradle his
hips and invite him inside.
“So sweet,” he murmurs against my lips a second before his
tongue boldly comes out to play with mine. “But you won’t be needing this.”
With a smirk, he unclasps the buckle to my fanny pack tossing it next to my
sneakers that dropped when he caught me. His lips never leave mine. He does
this so smoothly and skillfully as if seduction is his profession.
Elliott never kissed me like this. Hell, I doubt even Jamie
Dornan can kiss like this.
My hands clutch his head, nails raking through his hair as I
hungrily kiss him back.
His hands come up under my shirt, never breaking our kiss. I
hiss at the spot on my ribs where the pavement scraped me.
He lowers his head to inspect the marks his hands feel.
“Did I do this baby?”
My reply is a gasp as he trails a fire of kisses along my
ribcage up to my breasts. He unclasps the front snap bra I put on, and my
breasts spring free from confinement.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” he moans, worshiping my breasts
with his wet tongue, licking and sucking them.
He rolls back on his heels one arm around my back to lift me
closer to his hungry mouth. The large palm on his other hand presses my breasts
together so that he can suck both nipples at the same time.
“Oh. My. God.” My voice sounds crazy even to my ears.
I’m on fire. My clit’s swollen, my body’s primed and ready
to go.
I feel his smile against my skin as he drops one hand,
cupping my sex hard.
I nearly break my nose on his chin as my body jolts like
it’s been struck by a live wire.
“What is it.”
“Huh?” I’m lost at sea. Hungry, weak and completely
disoriented by his mad voodoo make out skills.
“You’re name, cupcake.”
My eyes lower to his dick. He’s unashamed, almost proud of
it as he catches me dropping my eyes.
It’s beautiful.
I’ve never thought dicks were beautiful. Maybe I cracked my
head on the concrete.
The man must be thirteen or fourteen hard inches, and he’s
thick as fuck.
“It fits.”
“What?”
“My size. It’s proportionate to my body.”
My face flames. Am I really taking to the stranger who
almost killed me about his dick size?
Shaking my head, I curse myself.
“Nope.
“What?”
“This is not happening,” I gesture between the two of us.
“Why not?” He whispers looking, hurt?
“Because,” I answer standing up and brushing the sand from
my legs, “last time I was out here with a naked guy behind the dunes it didn’t
end well.”
“Did he hurt you?” His fists clench as he stands.
“Not that way… although, I can attest that having sex on
sand is not as hot as you’d think.”
He cocks an eyebrow, “Oh, fanny. We’d burn so hot—the ocean
would catch fire.”
He grabs his shorts and turns around. I bite my lip. His ass
is just as fine as the rest of him. Every muscle is cut, lines delineating each
part.
Before I can think, I swipe his shirt and take off.
“Fanny? Are you running again?” He laughs behind me. “I
don’t need to chase you when we have a habit of running into one another.”
And honestly, I’m not running from him. I’m running from
myself.
Author Bio
Claire Woods lives in upstate New York with her dog Ginger
and a room full of books. She's horribly shy, never misses a UFC Fight, and has
a horrible addiction to sushi and banana peppers (maybe even eating them
together).
Books have been her means of escape. It's been a
long-standing dream of Claire's to travel to Australia where she hopes to
find a hot rugby player to sweep her off her feet and romance her on Bondi
Beach while petting koala's and drinking champagne at midnight. (this
might be her next book)
Until then, she'll have to write her perfect man on paper
while waiting for him to magically appear.
You never know, stranger things have happened.
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