When Killian MacGregor, the hottest quarterback in the NFL, eyes the perfect pair of female legs, he spends an hour tracking the gorgeous woman in a room filled with rowdy teammates until one gets out of line.
Rebecca Cavanaugh, a long distance runner for the state team, intimidates boys and men with her quick wit and majestic height. The pre-season jock party isn’t her scene, but she’s roped into attending to provide her sister a sober ride home.
Hiding in the kitchen to avoid the athletic sex fest, a drunken thug forces Rebecca to her knees, and waves a giant ding-dong in her face. Before Rebecca can extricate herself from the hairy situation, an unknown champion saves the night. When Killian assists Rebecca off the floor, she’s stunned into silence while staring at the sexiest man alive.
Will Killian’s bad boy rep and Rebecca’s need for commitment, make this the most impossible “Play” of the season? Or, will Killian’s haunting past and need for victory destroy the most important game of his life?
“Play” is intended for readers 18+. Enjoy with caution… this book contains adult situations, erotic sex, and more balls than a girl knows what to do with.
Rebecca is in college on a track scholarship. She’s 10 ft tall, shy & awkward (because she’s 10 ft tall & most guys average around 6 ft, duh). Killian is a pro football player. He’s sexy & bossy (& has a don’t-fuck-with-me attitude). I wondered, a few times, if he’s got some kink that we’re not told about. (I could totally see it.)
Rebecca meets Killian at a party that her evil (c-word, bitch) sister, who is busy entertaining *cough* a professional football team, talked her into going to when he saves her from having a ginormous snausage shoved in her mouth. He takes her home because her sister decided to entertain elsewhere, & then leaves her with a kiss on the forehead. (Insert studio audience here: Awwwwwwww!!)
So, forever & a day goes by (or maybe a month or 2) before they see each other again. Then they bone like monkeys, or rabbits, or some sort of hybrid (I think I just grossed myself out). She learns that dating a football player (especially during the season) is not for pussies. She meets his family & falls in love with them, & then he gets an owie & pushes her away…because he’s a big fucking baby.
Ok, first let me tell you that I liked this book (yes, I’m going to complain, but don’t forget that I do like it). That said, it’s now time to hear me bitch. I wanted to beat both of them so many times while reading this book. (Have any of you seen The Matchmaker? Never mind, that’s not important. The matchmaker guy bangs the couples’ heads together to get the embarrassing moment out of the way because that shit will always happen at some point. I wanted to do that to this couple just to knock some sense into them.) Now I willingly admit that I like the idea of someone to telling me what to do in the bedroom (oops, did I say that out loud?), but having someone tell me what to do outside of it raises my hackles. He’s a big deal…so fucking what. Sac up, girlie! Take a stand & stick to it!
Got my bitchin out of the way, so I’ll tell you some good stuff to remind you, again, that I liked the book. You can feel the love in each of the families (you know, outside of evil, c-word bitch sister). I love their supportive friends. I love that not all of their sex was detailed, some was just mentioned, but the detailed scenes were hot.
Cover art: 4-I love those shoes! (I wouldn’t be caught dead in heels, because they’d be the cause of my death, but I love to look at them.)
Plot/Characters: 4-While I wanted to beat the shit out of the characters; they were written well enough for me to want to beat the shit out of them.
Writing/Pacing: 4-I thought everything was kind of rushed at first, but it evened itself out.
Swoon Factor: 3.5-4- The romance was there. I knew it was there. I felt it, but the steam factor was more so.
Steam Factor: 4.5-It got a little warm in here.
I dissolved into the seat of his amazing car. A low moan escaped my lips but Killian just showed his dimples and buckled me in. I wondered what he’d do if I pulled him tightly against me and sniffed… for an hour or two.
He opened his door and folded into the seat with absolute grace regardless of his size.
“Ah hell,” he muttered and turned my way. Unlatching my seatbelt, he pulled me in for the most mouthwatering kiss I’d ever had.
His lips, soft but firm, molded to mine. His tongue ran over my teeth, tasted, dipped deeper, and then plunged. He effortlessly slid out the elastic holding my hair before spreading his fingers to either side of my scalp. The kiss intensified and Killian made promises for the night ahead with his lips.
He tasted so damn good.
When he pulled back, I actually whimpered and smiled at the low rumbling growl that came from Killian’s throat. He took my lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly before letting go. He put distance between us leaving me bereft.
“We’ll eat at my house.” He kissed my forehead, reached over, grabbed the seatbelt, and fastened me in again. My hands went to my hair as I looked around for the hair tie.
I stopped my search but couldn’t help running my fingers through the mussed tangles. Killian’s hand captured mine. “No.” He released my fingers just as fast as he verbalized the one word.
I wasn’t a pushover, didn’t have much experience with guys, but I had some. I should have argued, straightened my hair anyway, or even voiced some sort of displeasure. An electrically charged pulse shot straight to the junction of my thighs, and there I went and tried to stain his car’s upholstery.
I kept my mouth shut.
Holly S. Roberts is the bestselling author of fourteen novels, and writes under three pen names. A romantic at heart, she fell in love at the age of twelve with a boy she saw across junior high school campus. Four years later, he took notice and she never let go.Her career in law enforcement gives her a reason to want romance, happy endings, and anything that takes her away from real life when she reads and writes. She can shoot a mean game of pool, toss back a straight shot of tequila, and recite the Gettysburg Address.Holly lives high in the mountains in the southwest United States with her husband, Rottweiler and Chihuahua.