From Wall Street Journal bestselling author Daniela Romero comes an angsty enemies-to-lovers romance between a broody jock and his best friend’s little sister.Dominique Price.Good looking.Arrogant.Football-God and my brother’s best friend.He hates me. He wants me. He can never have me.Everything comes so easy for him.I refuse to be just another game for him to win.“Okay, so this might be the best football romance I’ve ever read.” ★★★★★ —Goodreads Reviewer
Grief is a fickle bi*ch, and I’ll do anything to escape her.That includes sleeping with my brother’s very off-limits best friend.Dominique Price wants me.My body. My mind. My soul.And he can have me.Behind closed doors and away from prying eyes.As long as he helps me forget my pain, and promises to stay the hell away from my heart, I’ll be his.And for a short while, he’ll be mine.But, we’re playing a dangerous game. One whose rules are swiftly being ignored.I want him. Need him. Might even be addicted to him.Only, happily ever after was never in the cards for us.And it looks like I'm the idiot who forgot that.
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EXCERPT:
“What game are you playing at, baby girl?” His voice is deceptively calm, but I don’t miss the thread of warning in his tone. He’s pissed. Not that I’m surprised. I know Deacon is on his list of least favorite people. But it’s not like I expected him to drop by unannounced. I didn’t plan for this.
I try not to focus on how close he is—close enough for me to smell his cologne. Cinnamon and sandalwood. And instead, pay attention to breathing, desperate to slow my racing heart.
“I’m not playing any game,” I snap, keeping my voice low so it doesn’t reach my brother.
Gripping my hips, Dominique jerks me back until I’m pressed to his front.
“Why is he here?” He leans forward, nose trailing over my exposed skin.
I shiver and go to step away, but his grip tightens, holding me in place.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, eyes watching my brother. He can look in this direction at any time. All it would take is a second, and we’d be caught.
“Answer the question.” One hand slips under the hem of my shirt to rest against my lower belly. His hold is possessive, his touch like a hot brand against my skin.
“You told me to talk to someone,” I remind him.
His fingers dig into the flesh of my abdomen for a millisecond before he relaxes them. “And you chose him?”
He’s seething, and I can’t help the smile that ghosts over my lips. It’s a good thing he can’t see the expression on my face.
“Yup.”
“Careful,” he warns. “You’re walking a dangerous line. One that’s liable to get you punished.”
A tiny bead of sweat forms along my hairline. It’s not overly warm outside. Yet, I’m burning up.
“You can’t punish me for doing what you asked.” Right? Though a part of me isn’t as turned off by the idea as I should be. Anticipation thrums through my veins.
“Watch me,” he growls low in my ear before sliding his hand over my flat tummy and into the front of my jeans.
Clenching my thighs together, I ignore the heat blossoming in my chest. The memory of my morning with Dominique floods through my mind and despite my efforts to keep my body rigid against his, he makes no sign of being deterred. If anything, my lack of response only serves to embolden him.
Dominique slides a finger over the fabric of my already damp panties before rubbing my clit through the material. Shit. I clench my teeth, fighting against the urge to whimper.
His teeth nip at my earlobe as he strokes me, sending a bright burst of pleasure straight to my center. The air hums with electricity and his lean and powerful form wraps around mine.
“I’ll be back tonight after Aaron goes to bed.” His tone is laced with promise. “Leave the side door unlocked.”
I swallow hard, keeping utterly still despite the demands of my body, urging me to give in to his touch. To welcome his embrace.
“Wear nothing but my shirt when I arrive. I want you ready for me. Understand?”
My hands curl into fists at my sides. I can’t breathe. Let alone form coherent words to respond. Deacon and my brother are only a few yards away. At any point, one or both of them can turn around to find Dominique’s hand buried down the front of my pants, and for some strange, fucked up reason, knowing that only turns me on more.
My lungs expand with my attempts to suck in a breath.
“Tell me you understand, baby girl.”
He flicks my clit, eliciting a whimper that is met by his dark chuckle. “Good enough,” he says and withdraws his hand from my panties.
A choked sound of disappointment escapes me, and it’s then that my brother turns to glance in our direction. “You two good?” he asks, attention split between us and the game.
“All good, man,” Dominique answers, standing stiff behind me.
How does he sound so unaffected right now? Turning so my flushed face doesn’t give me away, I call out, “I’m gonna hit the books while you guys play, but call me later. K’?”
I don’t know if my words are meant for Deacon or my brother, but both promise to talk to me later, waving me off as they shout at the display, redirecting their focus back to the game.
Dominique’s heated gaze spears arrows of awareness into my back as I head for the door but I refuse to look over my shoulder.
Don’t look at him. I tell myself. It’ll only give him what he wants.
Chewing my bottom lip, I open the exterior door that leads inside. I’ve barely passed the threshold when the urge to look back damn near overwhelms me. You can do this, Kasey. Just close the door.
Author Bio:
Daniela Romero is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She enjoys writing steamy, new-adult and paranormal romance that delivers an emotional roller coaster sure to take your breath away.Her books feature a diverse cast of characters with rich and vibrant cultures in an effort to effectively portray the world we all live in. One that is so beautifully colorful.Daniela is a Bay Area native though she currently lives in Washington State with her sarcastic husband and their three tiny terrors.In her free time, Daniela enjoys frequent naps, binge reading her favorite romance books, and is known to crochet while watching television because her ADHD brain can never do just one thing at a time.Stop by her website to find all the fun and unique ways you can stalk her. And while you’re there you can check out some free bonus scenes from your favorite books, learn about her Patreon, order signed copies of her books, and swoon over her gorgeous alternative cover editions.Website / Goodreads / Facebook / Twitter / Instagram / TikTok / Bookbub / Amazon / Newsletter
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I love the cover and think the book sounds interesting.
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