My words surprise me as much as they seem to surprise her, because I don’t say shit like that to girls. She wants the lights out because she’s self-conscious, but from my perspective, she has nothing to be ashamed of.
I cup her cheek, taking a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin, the silky hair brushing my knuckles. Light from the outer room spills under the door, revealing just the shape, the outline of her, but still camouflaging details. My sight adjusts until the heavy black curtain completely obscuring her fades to gray. The smell of her hair and her quick, shallow breaths. With the light snuffed out, my other senses rise, hunting for her in the dark. I stretch my arm toward the wall and turn out the lights. Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real.īut I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me. I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel. They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.Īnd Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?īoy, please. I’ve found success in a field ruled by men.Īnything they can do, I have done better. If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar. She assumes she's winning, but this game? They say even rich men don't always get what they want,īut those men don't know how to play the game. I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.”
I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it. If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man. The heart everyone assumes is frozen over.Įvery glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat. Block Shot now available! Check out all the author info and the excerpt and giveaway below! A second chance romance that is sure to make you an addict, I can't wait to read this one-Enjoy!
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