Synopsis
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through.
And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my endgame.
And my endgame is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
This book had me laughing with the very first sentence. I was laughing through most of the book. I have loved every book of Tabatha’s that I
have read and this one is no different.
I absolutely loved this book!
Even if Tabatha was a big meanie and had me crying also. I don’t know how she had me balling, and then
laughing at the same time (cardinal).
Wait, Okay, I lied, I do know how and why, but I’m not saying. You’ll just have to read the book.
I absolutely loved Sawyer and Gretchen. I love how they came together and both of
them changed. Sawyer changed the
most. He’s a great guy, but he comes
across as an asshole. It’s just to
protect himself though. Gretchen changes
all of that.
Her reasoning changed for getting close to Sawyer.
And damn you Tabatha!!
Jacob! All I’m saying.
This was the perfect read whil having no power. Luckily my kindle battery lasted until after
I was done. I would have been so made if
it died on me before I finished this book.
Excerpt
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.
I exploded.
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Author Bio
Tabatha Vargo is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl who loves old historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She's the mother of an 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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