The Hardest Route, an all-new emotional and romantic standalone from A.S. Teague is available now!
My
friends used to tell me ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ Clearly, they
lied because a few months later, I found out my one-night stand was pregnant.
I
couldn’t handle a baby. I was Griffin Rockwell, the best wide receiver the
league had ever seen. But what choice did I have? My baby girl was coming
whether I was ready for her or not.
Brooke
turned out to be an amazing woman and mother. For seven years, we were the
MVP’s of co-parenting—and even better friends.
That
all changed when tragedy struck our makeshift family and I was faced with the
terrifying possibility of losing the one woman I was quickly realizing I
couldn’t live without.
I
was at the height of my career and on the path to becoming the greatest of all
time.
But
keeping my family together, with Brooke by my side, might prove to be the
hardest route of all.
Excerpt:
“I
like it when you call me Griffin.” His gaze settled on my mouth, and my heart
sped up. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was the exact same look he’d
had before he’d kissed me in Vegas. It might have been seven years ago, but
when a man looks at your lips like he wants to explore every inch of them
without stopping for air, you don’t forget it. Before I had the chance to say
something smart in response, he leaned in, his large frame crowding mine.
My
traitorous eyelids fluttered shut. I willed them to open, but they refused to
obey. There was less than a moment’s hesitation, and then his lips were
brushing mine. If he’d had any reservations for that split second before our
mouths met, they were nowhere to be found now. His hand fisted my hair, his fingertips
on my scalp eliciting a moan that came from somewhere deep within me. When his
tongue licked at the seam of my lips asking for entrance, there was no question
of whether I should let him in or not.
They
parted, and our mouths moved in rhythm with each other’s, his lips urging and
persuading my own to follow suit. And they did. I was lost in the smell of him
wrapped around me; the earthy scent that was all Griff combined with the heady
feel of his hands in my hair caused every nerve ending in my body to come
alive. I moaned again as his hands traveled down my neck, his body pressing
close into mine. There were kisses, and then there was this. This wasn’t a
kiss, but a total melting of one body into another, and for a fleeting moment,
I wanted to drown in the way it felt to have this man worshipping my mouth, his
hands desperate to touch more of me but content to take what he could get in a
hotel lounge. Our night together in Vegas had been electric, full of lust and
desire, but this was something different entirely.
This was magnetic, like we
were being pulled together by some unseen force that we were both powerless to
stop. And it was that realization that caused me to pull away and gasp for a
breath that I didn’t really want. What I wanted was Griff’s mouth. His lips on
mine. On my neck. On my breasts. Every fucking where. I couldn’t pull my eyes
open to face the man who was supposed to be just a friend, so I gripped the
edge of the bar, my chest heaving as I asked, “What was that?”
I don't know when it became cool to build readers up then rip their hearts out and take them on an emotional roller-coaster of a journey, but here I am bleeding on my computer writing this review. This book is amazing!!! I love love loved Griff. He was perfection. I loved that he didn't do the typical male athlete rich boy thing and deny the kid and refuse to hep raise her.
I also love Brooke. I love that she called him on his shit and worked with him. I love that she didn't walk away from her life to be with him because he's rich or stop working. I love they way they parented the girl.
In the middle of the book, A.S. stabs you in the heart and dangles you there for like 25% of the book, its quite sad and delicious if I'm being honest.
Griff's persistence was amazing and charming and the end zone dance and glove move made me swoon. They had chemistry but it felt organic, the way it all developed. It felt practical. I know this is a work of fiction, and with fiction a fair amount of suspension of disbelief is expected, but this felt real.
This book is sweet, romantic, heartbreaking and the sex isn't bad.
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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