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Gods of the Gridiron, Book 1

Sports Romance, Contemporary Romance

Release Date: August 28, 2020


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They don’t call him Ares for no reason!

Travis Redmond, the ram of a running back for the Atlanta Gladiators, may
be a lot of things—hot-headed, arrogant, rash—but a cheater
isn’t one of them. Until cheating is the only option he has to save his
brother, Tucker, from the clutches of a dangerous criminal mastermind.

When his impulsive actions get him an UNSPORTSMANLIKE CONDUCT penalty and
he ends up suspended and back in his hometown of San Antonio, Texas, the
last person he expected to see again was Skyla Larson, his former classmate
from Brevidge High.

Skyla isn’t the shy girl he remembers from Biology. She’s changed after a
decade and man, is she scorching hot now… and with the sass to go
along with it too! Sly little Sky’s got a few secrets of her own,
including a particular person she’s investigating as Atlanta’s
assistant district attorney.

Their reunion and bar-side banter are short-lived though as these two
suddenly find themselves running for their lives…and falling in love on
top of that!

Love has poor timing, especially when they have everything to lose
including their hearts… The “god of war” may have found
something worth fighting for—the mighty Aphrodite of his.



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Travis Redmond sat at the bar, beer in hand, feeling like the biggest loser
in the NFL. He’d gotten formally suspended this time after he’d
pulled his helmet off and gone nose to nose with a player on the field,
during a game, in front of eighty-thousand plus fans.

Yeah, he’d been wrong. Yeah, he’d been angry. Yeah, he’d
been throwing the game…intentionally. And Pollux Reed had called him out
for it. But dammit, he had no idea what Travis was going through and why
he’d done what he had. He was tired of the talk behind his back and
when Reed had mumbled that bullshit under his breath, Trav had seen red and
went at him before he could even think.

He’d only been playing for the Gladiators for a month now and he was
being scrutinized, his motives questioned—like they’d been
before he’d gotten traded from the Stallions. But no one understood
what was happening, what a shit-show his little brother had gotten the two
of them into. There were some dark and shady men at the center of this whole
scandal, and if Travis didn’t play his cards right, Tucker’s
life was at stake. He had to do what they said, had to subtly throw the
games, had to keep the facade going. The alternative was unthinkable.

For now, Travis was simply biding his time and looked back over to Hank,
the bartender of Gunslingers, the current bar he was in, here in his
hometown of San Antonio, Texas. He’d needed a break from all the heat
he was in, back in Atlanta, using the excuse to come out and visit his
family and catch up with his former teammates. 

Tonight, Trav was meeting up with a friend he used to play with on the
Stallions—his former QB, Judd Gilbert. He’d be heading back to
Georgia in a couple days’ time.

Travis checked his phone again, all too aware of the eyes that kept coming
back to him. He was as inconspicuous as a famous football player and
record-breaking running back could be in his backwards ball cap and shades,
despite that it was so dark in the place that he could barely see. The tight
Nike t-shirt and jeans probably didn’t help. Judd hadn’t texted
him back, although Travis had been at the bar for about twenty minutes now,

“Is it true? Were you throwing that game like they said?” Hank
asked, leaning over the half-empty bar top, polishing a beer stein.

“What the fuck do you think?” Trav grumbled and looked around.
“You know me. You know I ain’t like that!” It hurt that
people had no more faith in him than they did…even if it were true.

“I know, but it sure don’t seem that way. You shouldn’t
have fumbled that ball, Trav.”

“What do you do for a living?” When Hank paused, Trav buried
the hatchet. “You pour fucking liquor into glasses. Why don’t
you do that and stop telling me how to do my job? When you bust your ass on
that field every Sunday, then we can talk. Until then, shut the hell
up.” Travis looked away, his heart hurting at the acid dripping from
his lips. He had to make this seem legit though or Tucker was a dead man.
They’d warned him and warned him and warned him. And Tucker was in
their grasp now. They could put a bullet through his head in the blink of an
eye if Travis acted suspiciously. They’d already sent him a pinky toe
in the mail. He assumed it was his brother’s but couldn’t verify
it for a fact. They could be bluffing, but he knew them too well; they
hadn’t bluffed prior to now.

Travis pulled his shades off and looked around, narrowing his eyes at the
onlookers, almost growling like a cornered dog. Yeah, it’s me fuckers,
Travis fuckin’ Redmond! In the flesh, he wanted to shout but took
another sip of beer instead, back home and up to no good, he thought to

Just then his phone beeped and he checked it, seeing a text from Judd.

Judd: Hey, man. Sorry, I’m gonna have to bail tonight. Jerica is
running a fever and Gemma thinks we should take her to urgent care. FML. I
really hate this. I’ll call you tomorrow. Maybe we can do lunch before
you head out on Thursday?

Well, shit! Trav was on his own tonight…in a bar he didn’t even
wanna be in. His night just kept getting better and better.

Travis texted back with: No worries, man. Hope she’s alright. Talk

He replaced his phone in his back pocket and looked at the opening door,
seeing that it was raining out now as an impeccably dressed redhead with a
giant umbrella stomped in, huffing.

Trav’s eyes narrowed as he tried to place her. That face, mouth, and
skin tone… He could swear he’d seen them before. When she
looked up, her blue eyes grazed him robotically before zeroing in on the

“Excuse me, do you have a phone I could use?” she asked and got
a scoff from Hank.

“Payphone’s in the back, lady.”

She sighed heavily and closed the dripping umbrella, swiping her black
heels on the giant rug at the entrance of the door. She was clad in a
striped, heather-gray pant suit with a cream silk top. She rifled through
the big leather bag on her shoulder before tucking her unruly, long curly
hair behind her ears. He heard her grumble, “Fuck,” as she
pulled out a wallet and runaway coins began to bounce onto the floor with
little pings here and there.

Travis understood; his day was just as shitty.

He decided then to move off his seat and assist her. He stepped forward and
bent down to retrieve the three quarters, five nickels, and four dimes that
had fallen out of her wallet. As her sapphire blue eyes fell to his, the
woman’s jaw literally dropped as she recognized him.

He was used to this. Being a professional athlete got a man all kinds of
attention; some wanted and others not so much. He wasn’t sure of the
attention here but hoped she didn’t draw too much his way. The heat of
the chaos he’d already generated himself was creating steam around him
and he wanted to hug a wall at this point.

The shock on her face quickly turned to scorn. Great! She not only
recognizes me, she hates me. No scoring for me tonight.

“Here, you dropped this,” his voice plunged in annoyance as he
thrust the fist full of change forward.

“Keep it! No one asked for your two cents anyway.”

Ouch! Feisty. Well, she was a redhead after all.

“It’s actually $1.40 to be exact,” he smarted.

“Hmm, you could probably use it more than I could right now, Mr.

He rolled his eyes. Maybe she was a jaded fan or the wife of an opposing
player. Either way, he wasn’t taking her money, to hell with her.

He slammed it on the bar top because his temper was the shortest thing on
him. “You’ll need it for the fucking payphone,” he grated
out even as she turned her back to him and walked in the direction of the
phone and bathrooms. “Ungrateful bitch,” he mumbled under his

Travis sat back down at the bar and continued to nipple his beer, looking
up at the television that hung on the back wall. It was set to SportsCenter,
so he kept his eyes locked on it, listening to the play by play of past
Sunday’s games. The sportscasters began arguing predictions of the
coming games, evaluating the players and their stats, and then started to
debate Travis’s future with the Gladiators. Again, anger seized him.
What the hell did they know? His head coach, Greg Cavanaugh, and the owner
of his team, Jerry Taylor, hadn’t talked about cutting him. He was
only suspended for two weeks, and it’d been for taunting, not throwing
the games.

Travis sighed and leaned back on the bar stool. His guilt might be enough
to kill him; the team didn’t deserve to be done the way they were, nor
his teammates. Travis wished things could be different, but there was
nothing he could do. He couldn’t go to the cops, he couldn’t
discuss it—with anyone—and he couldn’t allow them to fire
him. He had to keep this up. Had to continue to keep his brother alive.

“Can I have a water please?” Joy! The stuck-up lady was back.

“Does this look like a Waffle House?” Hank snorted.

“C’mon, I’ll pay for a soda. I—”

“Give her a damn water, Hank, and quit bein’ a dick,”
Travis scolded with yet another scowl, getting one in answer. Hank huffed
but did as he was told. “You’re grumpy tonight and it’s

“Yeah, and with no damn help from you. You’re supposed to be
the town hero, Travis. You’re really disappointin’ us

Yeah, that makes two of us, buddy, he thought but spoke instead to the
mysterious redhead who’d sat down two stools from him. “You sure
you don’t need somethin’ stronger?”

“I don’t drink.”

“Figures,” he mumbled and sipped his beer again.

“Yeah, well maybe if you didn’t drink so much, you could keep
your damn hands on the football.” The redhead smirked, and Travis
frowned over at her. Who did she think she was, talking to him like that?
What Hell had she come from to torture him like everyone else was tonight?

“Like you’d even fuckin’ know,” he retorted back.
She probably didn’t even watch football, he bet. She just went along
with what the man who’d put that big rock on her finger told her to

Travis rolled his eyes and looked back at the TV, getting nothing else out
of her for a minute. As soon as this beer was done, he was saying,
“Fuck off” to all of ‘em and getting the hell out of Dodge
while the gettin’ was good.

The redhead rifled through her giant bag once more and sighed at the cell
phone in her hands, drawing Travis’s attention again.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath and threw it back into her

Trav’s brows went up in question, but she looked away quickly, as if
his stare was abhorrent. She’d be pretty if she would stop being such
a cunt. There was something about her though that, again, made him feel as
if he knew who she was.

“You from around here?” he finally asked, curiosity getting the
best of him, and moved lithely onto the stool beside her. He was curious by
nature; he couldn’t help himself.

“Yes, unfortunately I am,” she responded, running a hand
through her mane of red hair.

“Unfortunately?” he sassed. “What? You too good to come
from ol’ San Antonio?”

“No,” she smarted back and rounded on him. “But I
certainly wasn’t hoping to run into you again.”

Again? When the hell had he run into her in the first place? He
hadn’t slept with her, had he? If he had, he was certain he
would’ve remembered a set of tits and a pair of legs like hers.

He grinned. “I don’t reckon I know you,

“Oh, yes, you do,” she retorted hotly and took a sip of her
water. “You just don’t recognize me. I mean, it’s been
almost ten years since we graduated.”

Holy shit! He’d gone to high school with her? Who was she?

He looked her over and tried to rack his brain. High cheekbones, great
tits, curvy hips, porcelain skin… Nope, he was drawing a blank. But then
again, he’d been hit one too many times in the head since high school.

“Got a name, Fireball?”

“Yes, Travis Redmond, I do. Too bad you don’t remember
it.” She huffed, and he couldn’t help but laugh at this
woman’s audacity. He was certain he would’ve remembered a sexy,
feisty redhead; this lady was unforgettable.

“You’re gonna make me work for it… Ok, fine. Maybe
it’ll be fun.” His grin was like the cat that ate the canary for
a moment before he spied her engagement ring again. Damn! She was engaged,
he’d forgotten. Too bad too, because he could’ve had loads of
fun with this sassy, little ginger. Each one he’d ever taken to bed
had truly been straight fire and tonight, he needed that kind of fire to
forget all his problems.

“Oh, I—” she stammered as she went to remove the ring
from her finger. “I—I’m not—”

“Sure. And I’m not one of the NFL’s leading running

“No. Actually. He—he, uh—”

“Sure, he did.” Travis went to turn, annoyed by the
woman’s sudden separation from her fiancé on his account.

“He was fucking his secretary. I just found out yesterday. It’s
one of the reasons I’m here. Along with work. I needed to get
away.” She blushed, her face as red as her hair. Tears hit her blue
eyes. “The affair is big news now. The media got wind of it this
morning,” she mumbled, looking down. 

“Bummer.” He understood how the media took a story and ran with
it. “So, your fiancé a politician or somethin’?”

“He’s the mayor of Atlanta.”

“No shit!” She lived in Atlanta too? “Wait, ain’t
he a bit old for you?” The mayor was, indeed, an old dude.

She shrugged. “I guess it doesn’t matter much anymore, does
it?” She smirked sarcastically, and Travis’s eyes fell over her

She had a light dusting of freckles, which her foundation covered, rosy
cheeks, an aquiline nose, and no-nonsense blue eyes. And in that moment, she
looked as run-down as he did. He took pity on her and felt bad for calling
her a bitch behind her back.

“Hank, get us two shots. Make ‘em lemon drops.”

“No,” the pretty woman protested, shaking her head. “I
can’t. Really.

“Oh, c’mon. Have a drink with your old classmate. We’re
celebrating a reunion. Just a round or two. It won’t hurt ya. Besides,
there ain’t enough liquor in those things to even get you good and

She cocked her head, trying to get him to understand, but he persisted.

“Just one. Maybe two. I swear, I’ll get you home in one

“Oh, I know exactly what you’ll try to do, if you’re
anything like what you were back in high school. But my car needs a tow and
the wrecker’s gonna be a while, so I’ll have one, maybe two with
you. But I am not going home with you, Travis.”

“Deal!” Travis grinned and motioned for Hank to get the shots.
“But I gotta ask? Have we slept together before?”

She shook her head dramatically. “I’d never sleep with you. Not
in a million years.”

“Right, but you’ll sleep with the damn, old-ass, bald guy you
were engaged to,” Travis snorted. The woman didn’t confirm nor
deny the accusation but she sure as hell was gonna marry the asshole, so
there was that.

“So, you gonna tell me your damn name so I can get reacquainted with
you or continue to keep me guessing?”

She laughed, like genuinely laughed, and Travis was taken by how beautiful
she was as her face lit up.

Wow! How had he forgotten a woman who looked like that?


“Skyla?” Travis was combing through every neuron to try and
remember this lady, but he couldn’t place her to save his life.

“I wore glasses, had braces, was overweight,” she elaborated.
“Skyla Larson from Bio.” 

“You’re fuckin’ kidding me!”

Travis was literally dumbfounded as he recalled the chubby, strawberry
blonde he’d had Biology with. The girl he remembered was shy,
practically mute, and tripped over her own two feet constantly.

“No way! You are not.”

“Am too.” Skyla’s brow rose.

Travis’s eyes roved over her. She’d honed that fleshy pubescent
body into a slender masterpiece, taken those ugly-ass glasses and braces
off, and now she was fine AF, and he told her so. “Damn! You’re
smokin’ fuckin’ hot now, Skyla. What’d you discover?

She rolled her eyes but gave him a smile. “Thanks, Travis. That means
a lot coming from you. But not only did I discover P90X and clean-eating, I
also grew the fuck up… unlike some of my classmates.”

Travis laughed. Damn, this was entertaining and got his mind off the fear
that his life had become since his brother had come to him six months ago,
pleading for five million dollars and protection. “You grew up
alright.” Travis’s eyes focused on her big breasts, and he
remembered that she did have those in high school—Braces, buck teeth,
and big tits. It was starting to come back to him now. “You were never
sarcastic though, and I can’t say I like that about you.”

“Good thing I don’t give a shit what you like.”

“Burn, baby.” He smirked. “Is the rest of you as scalding
hot as that tongue of yours?” He gave her a crooked grin.

“Wouldn’t you like to find out?” she asked and thanked
Hank for the shots he placed before them.

“Yes! I would indeed,” Travis answered and raised his shot
after Sky grabbed hers. “Here’s to reconnections.”


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Shanna Swenson is an award-winning finalist in the Fiction: Romance
category of the 2020 International Book Awards for her books Abundance and
Return to Abundance. She’s known for writing endearing adult romance novels
that showcase the healing power of true love in the face of tragedy.

She’s a dreamer turned author who does cardiac ultrasounds by day and
creates fictional worlds every spare chance she can. Shanna started writing
at the age of fourteen and has always loved dynamic characters. She’s
fascinated by the unknown, is a Cancer with a capital “C”, and has
an eclectic taste in music, movies, and books.

When she’s not writing or reading, she’s working out, taking photographs,
or hanging out with her own “knight in shining armor.”

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An Atlanta Edge Hockey Romance Novel

Sports Romance

Release Date: June 30, 2020


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Connor Ellison, one of Atlanta Edge’s best wingers and biggest prankster,
is given an ultimatum by the coaches and the PR department. He must stay
married until the end of the run for the Cup or be available for

Lily Jones wants nothing to do with the insane demand. But he convinces her
the best decision is to play along. If they remain married and pretend to be
in love, he offers to save her family’s ice rink from bankruptcy. Anyway,
it’s only until the end of the hockey season. Then they can go their
separate ways.

Easy-peasy. No way will they go to the finals. No way will they truly fall
in love.


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Carla Swafford loves romance novels, action/adventure movies, and men, and
her books reflect that. And that’s not all, she’s crazy about hockey, and
thankfully, no one has made her turn in her Southern Belle card. She’s
married to her high school sweetheart and lives in Alabama.


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Chicago Outlaws, Book 2
Sports Romance
Date Published: August 2018
Publisher: Hearts Afire Publishing
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From USA Today Bestselling Author Magda Alexander comes a sensuous tale of love, betrayal, and second chances.
Most Valuable Party Boy
After a wild party brings the wrong kind of notoriety to quarterback Brock Parker, his team trades him to the Chicago Outlaws–as backup. At this point, he’ll never make the hall of fame. Brock’s one consolation is beautiful, hot Ellie Adams. His new sports agent, his high school tutor. The girl who got away.
Most Straitlaced Stick in the Mud
As a teenager, whip smart Eleanor Adams had fallen for Brock with disastrous consequences. But she’d picked herself up, dusted him off, and moved on. Now a sports agent, she won’t risk her chance at success. Least of all, to the playboy jock who almost ruined her life.
Most Notorious Scandal
But when another scandal threatens Brock’s spot on the team, Ellie moves in with him to save his career. Big mistake. Because she still has the hots for him. And the league’s most notorious bad boy hasn’t lost the knack of getting under her skirt.
A smokin’ hot, STANDALONE, FULL-LENGTH novel with a guaranteed HEA.
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Chicago Outlaws, Book 1
Publisher: Hearts Afire Publishing
Published: January 2017
Bad boy quarterback Ty Mathews has it all–money, women, fame. On the gridiron, he vanquishes defenses with his golden arm. Off the field, it’s another part of his anatomy that gets the glory. Legend has it, he only needs to crook a finger, and women come running.
Until he meets MacKenna Perkins.
The rookie reporter wants nothing to do with him. After all, she was hired to cover women’s and social issues for her local Chicago newspaper, not deal with a cocky football player. But when the sports reporter falls ill, she’s asked to interview a wide receiver. Knowing next to nothing about football, she fails miserably at it.
Until Ty Mathews proposes she write about him instead.
Eager to impress her boss, she accepts his offer. Too late, she realizes her heart’s not listening to her head. In no time at all, she’s in his bed doing all those dirty things he likes to do. A big mistake because if her editor ever found out? He’d fire her.
A smokin’ hot, STANDALONE, FULL-LENGTH novel with a guaranteed HEA.
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Roughing the Player Author Magda Alexander

USA Today bestseller Magda Alexander is the author of eleven books, ranging from steamy contemporary romance, to intriguing romantic suspense, to smokin’ hot sports romance. A native of Cuba, she now resides in western Maryland in a city whose history dates back to colonial times. She loves to cook yummy food in her Instant Pot and spend time with her family, especially her beautiful granddaughter. Magda is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Maryland Romance Writers. For more information on Magda’s books, please visit her website at https://www.magdaalexander.com.
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What happens when the right person shows up at the wrong time?
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Series: The Outlaws of Baseball Book 5
Genre: Contemporary, Sports Romance
Publisher: HEA Productions, LLC
Publication Date: April 17, 2018
Opposites attract, but do they last?
Former all-star player, Blake Anderson manages the Idaho Outlaws. He has one goal–win the league championship by the time he’s forty. A wife and kids? He can wait. He’s lived his life under the motto, ‘one night is enough’. Then the woman who he’s been lusting after from afar is available and one kiss is not going to be enough.
What happens when the right person shows up at the wrong time?
Caris Sloane needs to have a baby-now. Her well laid plans of career, marriage, and baby become flipped. Her ex, who she thought was finally Mr. Right turned into Mr. Wrong–six months ago. A lab failure destroys her frozen eggs–six days ago. She crashes a bachelor party and kisses Blake–six hours ago. Definitely wrong time. She needs a vacation and a new plan.

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Wolf whistles and cat calls filled the room. Caris began to laugh and lost herself in the moment. She’d never crashed any party, let alone a bachelor party. She scanned the pub to make sure there weren’t any strippers hiding among the packed room of the best-looking group of men she’d ever seen in person. But it was the man standing in the entryway who captured her immediate attention.
The manager of the Outlaws, Blake Anderson, was looking her up and down. His ocean-blue gaze captured hers. He’d caught her looking, which she didn’t have a problem with. Any woman she knew who enjoyed a finely sculpted man would have done the same thing. She appreciated his wide shoulders and long legs encased in jeans that fit him in all the right places. His dark hair brushed the collar of his white button-down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his sun-kissed skin and muscled forearms.
She was a sucker for a man with well-defined shoulders and arms. And a muscled back. But she had no way of knowing if his back matched his front; she could only guess and dream. Because the dream she had of him the last time she saw him came rushing back and warmed her cheeks. They may have never spoken more than polite hellos, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t thought about him a time or two. Well, maybe more than that, but it was a fantasy she’d never thought would happen. She never thought their paths would cross again. Tonight, it had. He was looking at her similar to how he did in her dreams.
But she didn’t appreciate the knowing grin on his face. She gave herself a shake and broke eye contact. She was not here to hook up. Not with Blake or anyone else Lara had plans to put in her path. She had enough drama going on in her life, thank you very much. She just wanted to have another drink and have a good time with her friends. And maybe window shop the group of well put together baseball players who dominated the room.
Maverick and Kelsey had ended their epic kiss, and she was helping him remove the cornucopia of bras he’d acquired. She found Noel at a table sipping a drink while Lara and Luke seemed to be in deep discussion. Their wedding was next month, but at the moment neither one was putting off the vibes Kelsey and Mav were transmitting. Caris walked over to the table and sat down.
“So, what’s everyone drinking?”
Noel waved her off and mouthed, ‘not good’. Caris looked back at the arguing couple and cringed. Dammit. She hated seeing people she cared about argue. It brought back too many memories of her own parents and the constant turmoil they seemed to thrive on.
A glass of wine appeared in front of her on the table. It was attached to the arm she had just been ogling moments ago. Without asking, Blake pulled out a chair, sat and ignored her.

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Debra Elise

Debra Elise lives with her husband and their two sons in the beautiful Pacific Northwest. She is an Autism advocate, stay-at-home-mom, full time writer, and is always on the lookout for inspiration in all its forms. The final book in the Outlaws of Baseball series, CHASING NOEL, will release in 2018. She is also writing in the paranormal romance genre. Stay tuned for more book info on this project.
Sharing what motivates her is a life passion (a close second to writing romance of course). A self-proclaimed extroverted introvert, when not writing or procrastinating, she enjoys hanging out with other author-type individuals and teasing her three ‘boys’ into displaying their killer smiles. Visit Debra at http://www.debraelise.com
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Scoring off the Field

by Naima Simone
WAGS, #2
Publication Date: March 12, 2018
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Brazen, Contemporary, Romance, Sports Romance, Standalone

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Tennyson Clark is getting a life. First step: quitting her job as assistant to Dominic Anderson, star quarterback for the Washington Warriors, her best friend … and the man she’s been secretly in love with for years. But since the gorgeous, if overprotective playboy has only ever seen her as his BFF, she’s finally ready to relinquish her tattered fantasy and move on. Enter steps two and three: new job and new man.

Football is Dominic’s life, and with his contract soon up for renewal, all his focus needs to be on the game. But Tennyson—dependable, logical Tennyson— is making that next to impossible with her mysterious new job and her sudden interest in online dating. He doesn’t do relationships. But the thought of another man touching her sexier-than-hell curves has him suddenly wanting more from his best friend.

Indulging in hot, dirty, what’s-my-name sex with no strings and lots of benefits is simple, uncomplicated…until it’s not.


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“What the hell are you talking about now?” Dom barked. “Paying for your college tuition, getting you a job and apartment—I did all that because we’re family, not to control or manage you.”

“We are not family,” Tennyson replied, voice sharp. And those four words jabbed him in the chest, expelling all the air from his lungs. “I’m not the broken little girl from the foster home who you took under your wing anymore. No matter how much you still think I am.”

Goddamn it,” he growled, getting up in her space. Anger shoved at him, ate at him. The hell he wanted her to be that eleven year-old with the wounded eyes and heart. It’d been his life’s mission to make her forget what betrayal, pain, and hunger felt like. And here she stood, accusing him of… “If you think I want that for you, then you don’t know me at all, Tennyson.”

“No, you don’t want me to be her, but you see me as that girl. You’re still trying to be my hero, my protector, my big brother. I don’t need to be protected, and I damn sure don’t want you as my brother. My life has revolved around yours for the last fourteen years. I’m tired of it,” she stormed. “You don’t respect me as an adult capable of making her own decisions—”

“Could you please stop for a minute?”

She complied, blinking up at him, probably shocked at his asking her to be quiet or the “please”—maybe both.

Anger licked at him, burning him in its flames. Anger, frustration…hurt. They all propelled him forward. Before he could question himself—reason with himself—he was moving, pinning her to the wall, thrusting his fingers through her thick, nearly black curls. Pressing his chest to hers, grinding his cock into the soft give of her stomach. She didn’t utter a word, just stared up at him, shock darkening her eyes, parting her lush lips.

“We’re not family? You don’t want me to protect you?” He hurled her words back at her, tightening his grip on her hair, pulling her head back just a little farther. Her lashes fluttered, and her breath caught, the soft gasp of air brushing his mouth. Oh hell. She liked that. Eyes narrowing on the flush that lightly colored her cheekbones, he tugged on her hair again, a little firmer than the last time. Once more, she gave another of those almost imperceptible pants, a small, hungry sound accompanying it. Her fingers curled into his shirt, her nails barely scraping his chest through the material. But he felt the light scratch all the way in his dick as if she’d drawn them down his already throbbing erection.


“Dom,” she whispered, her lashes lifting. Confusion shadowed her eyes. But so did arousal. And it was the heat there that had him pressing closer until she raised on her toes, another of those whimpers escaping her. Hell, he could make dragging that sound from her another career.

What are you doing? the rational side of his brain scolded. But he barely paid it any heed. The primal side of his psyche had taken hold. And screw it, he let it take over.

“Let me show you what I do to women who aren’t family,” he rasped.

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USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone’s love of romance was first stirred by Johanna Lindsey, Sandra Brown and Linda Howard many years ago. Well not that many. She is only eighteen…ish. Though her first attempt at a romance novel starring Ralph Tresvant from New Edition never saw the light of day, her love of romance, reading and writing has endured. Published since 2009, she spends her days—and nights— writing sizzling romances with a touch of humor and snark.

She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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