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Synopsis
He’s a football god.
She’s the daughter of a Texas senator.
Their chemistry is like oil and water.
My name is Ryker James. I hate when people tell me what to
do. I’m cocky, ornery, and I take things when I want them. Caring isn’t in my
vocabulary unless it’s related to football or my family, and I just lost my
entire family in a blink of an eye. Now all I have is football.
The problem is the misery, the drinking, and the parties
have more appeal to me. But Lakemont University wants that championship. Fans want
to see wins on the scoreboard, and my teammates salivate to crush our opponents
every game. The only pass I might be throwing is at the auburn-haired
girl who waltzes into my life. She’s fire. I’m ice. A combination that doesn’t
work. So let the games begin.
My name is Haven Hale, and I’d been tucked away in a
boarding school most of my life. Now I’m a big-time college girl, and all I see
is freedom in front of me. But first, I have to agree to my father’s demands—no
media attention and no sororities. If I can follow those two edicts, then
college life should be a breeze.
Until one close encounter with Ryker James, and Father
Dearest has changed the game. Stay away from the big, bad quarterback, or face
my father’s wrath. There’s only one problem. I can’t help who I’m attracted to,
and Ryker James is a magnet, built to attract any female, constructed to make
any girl’s heart sputter, and my heart is beating off the charts. But it’s time
to choose between the devil I know and the one I don’t.
Johnaka's Review
“Unlikely pair, 5 stars”
Ryker and Haven should never happen. He hates her father. Besides he needs to concentrate on picking up the pieces and moving on with his life and playing football. He doesn’t have time for distractions. But Haven makes him feel for the first time since his loss. Is she want he needs to move on?
Haven is home for the first time in years and all she wants to do is fly under her father’s radar. She just wants to live her life and be in a place she loves. There is no denying her attraction to Ryker, but is he using her to get to her father? Does he have some ulterior motive? Only one way to find out.
I loved the chemistry between these two. They sizzled. They understood each other on a level not many couples get to right off the bat. Both characters grew throughout the story and let the little stuff go. Alexander killed it with these two and I wasn’t ready for the story to end. I cannot wait to see if she gives any of the secondary characters stories because they deserve it.
Plot-5/5
Characters-5/5
Heat-5/5
Writing style-5/5
Overall-5/5
Excerpt
The doorbell kept ringing as though someone were holding the
buzzer down. I was going to kill that person unless it was Coach Chapman. He
would turn his hammer on me.
I chuckled out loud. Coach Chapman reminded me of Thor. At
least his fists did when he rammed them down hard on a table, trying to elicit
my attention or the team’s.
“I need you to leave.” My boner was completely gone now. I
walked out of my room without another glance at Blondie.
I navigated the stairs, not in the mood to deal with whoever
was standing on my porch. I knew one thing was certain—it couldn’t be the cops.
I didn’t have any other close family members who could be dead. However, my
aunt Kari was due in from England for the funeral. She’d been calling me nonstop
to give me updates about her arrival, which wasn’t for… Hell, I didn’t even
know. I’d lost track of days.
As I descended the last step and walked into the foyer, my
blood gelled as I scrambled to think whether I’d missed football practice.
Maybe that was the reason Lucas wasn’t around. I discarded that thought. For
sure, Lucas would’ve dragged my ass out of bed early that morning.
I opened the door swiftly, and a red-haired pixie fell
backward onto my bare feet. She was definitely not my aunt Kari.
Red scrambled to stand then swiped her hands down her jean
shorts. At the same time, I was blatantly allowing my gaze to roam up and down
her petite frame. Her tits were round and perfect. Her tanned legs were toned.
Her lips were plump. Mmm. I liked plump lips. But she had no meat on her body.
“May I help you?” I asked. Maybe I can help you get your
lips around my dick. At that thought, he jerked in my sweats.
She brushed her fingers through her hair, her eyes going
straight to my crotch. “You can start by not sizing me up like I’m your
breakfast.”
Tell me not to do something, and I’ll do it.
So once again, my gaze took a road trip over her body, slow
and sure. “I haven’t eaten yet. Are you hungry?” I waggled my eyebrows, hoping
she would get my underlying meaning.
She pushed past me and stomped into my house like she owned
it. “We need to talk.”
The air around her filtered into my nose—lilacs. As if her
scent was all I needed, bits and pieces of the night before registered in my
murky brain.
Heaven.
“Talk or fuck? Because you were checking me out too,” I
said, not that my erection wasn’t evident.
She gave me a cheeky smile. “I don’t do one-night stands.”
I grinned. “It’s daylight. How about a one-day stand?”
The sun poured in through the open door and the windows in
the living room and dining room on either side of us as we stood in the foyer.
She shoved her middle finger in the air. “How many fingers
do I have up?”
I closed the door and stalked toward her until she was
pinned up against the banister. “Be careful, dollface. That gesture means
something completely different to me.”
She rolled her green eyes as her chest rose and fell.
“You’re an ass. And I’m not dollface.”
I lowered my head until our lips were a half-inch apart.
“What would you like to be called, then?”
“Ew, your breath is disgusting.” She flattened her small
hands against my bare chest and froze, staring at my pecs.
Not caring about my morning breath, I inhaled her lilac
scent, which was doing crazy things to my body.
She worried her bottom lip. “Um. Can you step away?”
“Are you sure you want me to?” Because I want to fuck your
brains out.
I didn’t know what in the hot Texas sun was happening. More
memories of her on my lap bombarded me. This chick had some kind of juju that
jumped off her and into me.
She finally ducked under my arm. “I need you to focus.” She
wound her way down the hall and into the kitchen as though she owned the house.
“You need a maid and a monstrous fan to blow out the stench in here.”
The only aroma I had in my nostrils was her.
I followed her as a door upstairs opened and closed. “I need
a blow job.”
She snorted. “Ask one of the many women you sleep with.”
I didn’t recall her being so feisty when she was sitting on
me. But I wasn’t complaining. I dug strong women. I also loved a challenge, and
Red was throwing out challenge after challenge.
About the author
I'm Susan Alexander, and you'll find my books under S.B.
Alexander. A little about me. I've been writing since 2012 and started with
writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch
out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I'm always game
to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just
loved it. So you'll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.
In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20
years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS.
It's a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life,
laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.
But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another
place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more.
I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life
because it's too darn short.
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