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Please welcome best selling author, Desiree Holt. Forward Pass (Book One: Game On)
It’s never too
early or late to play the game.
Beckham grew up idolizing her brother’s best friend, star quarterback Joe
Reilly. There was no one in their Texas town who had the moves to match Joe on
or off the field. Years later, he’s still a player who has what it takes to
drive any hot-blooded woman wild. But Shay isn’t a kid with a bad case of
hero-worship anymore. She’s grown-up and independent, with her feet on the ground
and a serious head on her shoulders. If she could just say the same for Joe.
It’s been fifteen years, but Joe Reilly hasn’t forgotten the skinny
little kid who used to follow him around like a shadow. What he can’t get over
is that the skinny shadow has grown into one hell of an incredible woman. One
any man in his right mind would kill to get his hands on. And one who seems to
be completely immune to him. He knows he and Shay could have something special
together. If he could only convince her he’s about more than just the game.
The taxi moved forward
with a jerk and Shay’s eyes popped open. She leaned forward and tapped the
driver on the shoulder.
“Did they clear away the
wreck? We’re finally moving, right?”
“Yes, miss.” He shrugged.
She rotated her neck,
trying to work out some of the kinks. She’d been sitting in uncomfortable seats
since she got in the shuttle to the airport and every muscle in her body ached.
The hot shower was looking better and better. Or maybe she’d fire up the hot
tub Hank had installed on the rear deck.
Hopefully, with all this
delay caused by the wreck, by the time she got to the house Laura would be
packed and gone. They pulled off the interstate and she mentally crossed her
fingers and silently chanted, Let her be
gone. But bad luck was still with her. When they turned onto her street and
she spotted the car parked in the driveway, she swore under her breath. Laura
Whoever was still here. Well, she’d better be getting ready to leave. Shay was
in no mood to put up with bullshit. Sighing, she hauled her suitcase into the
house, closed the door, and headed through the living room to her bedroom.
A hissing sound came from
the shower in the bathroom connected to her bedroom and the guest room. Damn
it! The least Hank could do was tell his little friends to use the master bath
and leave hers alone. He had, after all, promised her that she’d have complete
“I travel a lot,” he’d
told her. Then grinned. “And I’ll keep the sleepovers to those times you’re in
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
So how come this female
hadn’t gotten the message she was supposed to be gone?
Crap! The door wasn’t
even closed. Clouds of steam billowed in the bathroom and obscured the figure
in the frosted-glass shower enclosure. Okay, enough was enough.
Shay stepped into the
bathroom and banged her hand on the glass.
“This is my bathroom,”
she ground out. “I’ve had a tough day and you don’t want to mess with me. Next
time use Hank’s bathroom. This one is off-limits. Get your ass out of here in
five seconds, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
She turned away, not the
least bit interested in a glimpse of Laura Whoever’s nudity. She just wanted
her out of the house.
The water stopped and the
door slid open.
“Okay. I don’t want to
cause you any more stress. But Hank said I should use this one.”
The deep voice shocked
her and she turned around before she even thought about it. And nearly
swallowed her tongue. A very wet, very naked Joe Reilly stood in her shower
stall, grinning at her.
Just when she’d finally
made up her mind to stop thinking about him and obsessing over him.
At that exact moment her
cell phone chimed. A message from Hank.
been featured on CBS Sunday Morning
and in The Village Voice, The Daily Beast, USA Today, The Wall Street
Journal, The London Daily Mail and numerous other national and
“Get out the
ice water and fan…Desiree Holt delivers smoking hot alpha heroes and red hot
romances.” Lea Franczak, USA Today Happy Ever After blog