The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out of my head.
Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter.
She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us.
The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my dirtiest plays.
But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules.
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Wonderful story about a strong football manly man that's is a playa when it comes to the women. But it's also equally a story about a strong, yet somewhat broken, woman that needs to heal and feel normal again.
Can she tame the womanizer? Will he be able to bring her back to her old self again? Can he protect her, keep her safe AND break her out of her shell? Not to mention her innocence?
Amazing and wonderful quick read you won't be able to put down!!!
A chill skittered down my arms and to my toes until my body erupted in goose bumps. Hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me. I stopped moving so quickly I bumped into Gina and reached out to keep her from falling onto the dance floor.
“Sorry!” I called out, but I didn’t look at her as she resettled to her feet. My gaze was focused, skipping from the men on the dance floor to the outer circle of guys who stayed close, probably couldn’t shimmy their hips to a beat if their life depended on it but enjoyed watching the show, to the stairs…the upper level.
Straight to him. He was there. Hands curled around a silver railing. Buttoned up white shirt un-tucked from jeans and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual. Commanding. Long dark hair on top, swept to the side but long enough it could also fall into his eyes. I simply felt his pull. Felt him.
I stood still and raised my drink in his direction. His response was a nod. So minuscule it was difficult to see from the distance but even then, I knew he was the one watching me. And if he wanted to watch? I’d give him the show of his life.
Two men flanked him, one shoved his shoulder, the other crossed his arms over his massive chest. The men were huge. Yes. That was going to be him. If he could gain my attention with a look from a hundred feet away, he was definitely the kind of guy who could do other things to me even more intensely.
When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
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