"The Hardest Play is everything I love about sports
romance. A.S. Teague once again masterfully delivers a book full of heart that
will surely stay with you long after the last page.”- L.K. Farlow, bestselling
author
The Hardest Play, an all-new emotional new-adult standalone
from A.S. Teague is available now!
It’s easy to convince the world that you have it all.
I’m Quinn Miller––record breaking running back,
professional football’s favorite rags-to-riches story, all-around good guy.
What’s not so easy? Repairing your reputation after mistakes
both on and off the field leave you labeled as a disgrace to the league.
With only one team willing to give me a chance, I have no
time for a relationship.
But after one night with Georgia Reed, the hopeless romantic
with fiery red hair and an attitude to match, I’m hooked.
With Georgia cheering me on, it doesn’t feel like the world
is against me anymore.
That is, until her father steps into the locker room as my
new head coach.
Finding the woman of my dreams was the easy part; it’s keeping
her that will be the hardest play of all.
Johnaka's Review
“The coach’s daughter, 3 stars”
I’m rating The Hardest Play a 3 not because I think it was a bad story but because I don’t think I was in the right head space to fully apricate it. So please do not base my review on if you should or shouldn’t read The Hardest Play. Teague had her flawless writing that people who have read her before expect. Quinn is a hard worker and knows what he wants but his ghosts leave him somewhat stuck in limbo. He does things that he shouldn’t to protect those he loves. Georgia just wants him to get everything he deserves. That and she wants to love him. Together they can do anything. I fully intend to reread The Hardest Play once I’m out of my funk and will do another review then.
Plot-3/5
Characters-3/5
Heat-3/5
Writing style-3/5
Overall-3/5
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Excerpt
“Quinn Miller? Is that really you?”
I turned, and my eyes landed on a face that I hadn’t
forgotten. “Georgia Reed.”
Her lips parted in a smile that lit up her entire face, and
she jumped from the stool she’d been perched on next to where my sister had
been sitting and threw her arms around my shoulders. “I thought I saw you walk
in earlier!”
I wrapped my arms around her waist and gave a quick squeeze
before pulling back and looking her up and down.
I’d met Georgia last year at my best friend, Aiden’s,
Christmas party. Her brother was a famous orthopedic surgeon who’d saved
Aiden’s knee after a devastating hit. The two of them had forged a friendship,
and Dr. Hampton Reed had brought his sister along when he’d been invited to the
famous Shaw Christmas Party.
I’d seen her from across the room that night, unable to miss
the gorgeous auburn hair that she’d let flow down her back. I’d walked over to
introduce myself, but her green eyes had sparkled when she informed me that she
already knew exactly who I was.
I wasn’t sure what I’d said after that, probably something
ridiculous and cheesy, but we’d spent the rest of the evening chatting.
“How ya been?” I asked.
She stuck the straw that was floating in a pink drink
between her pink lips and lifted a shoulder. After a quick sip of a fruity
cocktail she said, “Same old. What about you? I heard you’d been traded and was
hoping I’d run in to you sometime.”
I’d completely forgotten that the Reeds lived in Atlanta,
where my new team was, but suddenly, that shitty trade that I was forced to
accept didn’t seem so bad after all.
“Hey.” I glanced over to where my sister was eyeing us, her
lips pressed together to conceal what had to have been the biggest shit-eating
grin ever and squinted at her before turning and looking back to where Georgia
was still sipping her drink. “You know, I don’t know much about this town.
You’re a local, right?”
“That I am. Born and bred in the great state of Georgia. You
know, my parents, they probably could have been a little more original when
they named me.”
“Any chance you’re free this weekend to play tour guide?” I
asked, hoping that I sounded fun and flirty and not like the pathetic loser that
I felt like.
Jamie choked on a laugh and tried to cover it with a cough.
I swung my head in her direction just as she covered her mouth and quickly
looked away from my death glare. God, my kid sister was an asshole.
I felt fingertips on my bicep, forgetting my stupid sister
immediately when I glanced down to see the perfectly manicured yellow
fingernails that were resting on my arm. “Let me make sure I am clear on what
you’re askin’.” Georgia’s eyes were gleaming, and she stepped closer to me.
“Now, am I going to show you the popular clubs and bars, the parks to take your
dog, and the restaurants that cater to locals, and then you’ll thank me and
we’ll go about our ways? Or is this tour going to consist of me taking you back
to my place, and before I know it, your lips are on my neck and my dress is
around my waist?”
My mouth fell open and I sputtered. “I, uh, I, what?”
“Well, you know at Aiden’s Christmas party, after you kissed
me––”
“Woah!” I stepped back, her arm falling to her side. “What
are you talking about?”
Her head shook back and forth. “I’m not sure if I should be
insulted or not that you are this clueless. We had a drink outside around the
fire pit, and then you leaned in and kissed me, remember?”
“That is not at all what happened!” I fired back
incredulously. I’d had a couple of beers that night, but I never let myself get
so drunk that I would completely forget kissing the gorgeous woman standing
before me.
She frowned, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, and I
couldn’t stop my eyes from watching the way she worked it. No, I would most
definitely remember if my lips had tasted hers. “It’s not? Are you sure?”
My eyes bugged out of my head. “I’m pretty sure we didn’t
kiss. Think I would have remembered that.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “Maybe that’s just what I hoped would
happen.”
About A.S. Teague
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her
husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea
are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every
minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the
beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn't have a book in her hand,
she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to
rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
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