The hook-up (volume 1) Anna Jones just would like to complete school and ascertain her existence.

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The principles: no kissing throughout the throat, no keeping the evening, no advising individuals, and most importantly. No dropping in love

Dropping for celebrity quarterback Drew Baylor is definitely not on her behalf accomplish listing. Confident and charming, he lives in the limelight and is way too gorgeous for his own good. Only if she could dismiss their hot stares and stop thinking about carrying out hot and dirty items with your. Fast best?

Too bad he is devoted to producing this lady break every guideline.

Sports has-been best that you Drew. Its provided him identification, two National Championships, and the Heisman.

But what he actually desires was beautiful however prickly Anna Jones. Their reducing laughs and blatant disregard for his popularity converts him in like nothing else. But there’s one difficulty: she’s shut your lower. Entirely.That is actually until the possibility encounter leads to the hottest sex regarding resides, along with the chance of one thing fantastic. Unfortunately, Anna wants it to keep a hook right up. Today it’s around Drew to tempt her with an increase of: even more gender, a lot more happiness, more hours with your. Until she’s undoubtedly hooked. It really is a decent outcome Drew knows everything about winning.

**All’s fair in love and soccer. Games on

New Adult/Contemporary love with a HEA – Recommended for audience 18 and older.Book one in the video game concerning series.**

EXCERPT from ATTACH, copyright 2014 Kristen Callihan

And all sorts of I am able to imagine is the fact that we’re alone along. Entirely. Finally. I can’t have a look at your subsequently. Not directly. He is sunlight, using up vibrant.

“exactly why are you here?” My personal vocals is a wisp of sounds inside the little room.

Thus was his/her. “i really want you.”

The floor dips beneath me personally, their confession using up a lot of environment. Baylor seems equally surprised by their terms, their sight supposed large and his mouth parting. But the guy commits for them with a squaring of his wide shoulders. “let me know you don’t want me-too, and I also’ll go.”

My personal mouth opens up, a denial back at my mouth, he then hits for me. It’s barely a touch, simply the guides of their fingertips on my shoulder, like he’s likely to guide me right back downstairs. It’s the minuscule of communications. Nothing truly. And yet its anything. The small contact burns off, ripples outward along my facial skin with lightning smooth strength, and my breath hitches.

His does also. A fast look up, and then he searches my face like desire an affirmation. Whatever the guy sees must tell him which he’s not the only one contained in this because the guy doesn’t let go.

Neither folks claims another phrase. Blood rushes hot and thick through my veins, given that backs of their fingers skim slowly, oh so gradually, up my arm. Their pulse thrums, quick and apparent just beneath the golden facial skin of their throat. I want to lick that place, place my personal lips there and blow. I’d like your. I want your so terribly that i want right up in flames.

A peaceful, pained sound escapes me as their knuckles move toward my inner supply, only to the side of my personal bust.

I am shaking deep within myself, an increasing tremor that spreads outward, until my personal air is available in choppy shorts that We fight to manage.

Exactly what in the morning I creating? This might be Drew Baylor. Absolutely nothing good can come within this. I want to end up being stronger. I need to quit this. Simply to walk aside.

We twitch, tilting into his touch, hoping , requiring him a lot more.

Their lips spend a sigh, just as if coming in contact with me personally is both a reduction and a source of soreness. For some reason my give settles on their cool, the bone tissue sturdy beneath their epidermis. He tenses, an obvious clench which has their biceps bunching. Next instant, my personal fingertips steal under his shirt.