From NYT Bestselling author Lauren Blakely, comes a sexy new standalone sports romance…
OUT OF BOUNDS!
The first rule of football--don't screw with a streak.
My career is finally looking up, and I'm leading a new pro team down the field every Sunday. No way will I mess with that. But when I meet the most stunning and captivating woman I've ever seen, I tell myself one night will have to be enough.
But it's not. And now I can't get her out of my mind. Even when I'm playing. Even when I need to focus. Even when I’m on the hottest streak of my life.
And it turns out, she's not just some random woman I met. She works for the team. My team.
I only have one goal this season--do my part as the team's lawyer to keep them out of trouble. Help rebuild their reputation on and off the field. There's no room for error and certainly no room for a secret tryst with a player . . . even if he's the quarterback.
I received this book for free in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
When I first heard of Out of Bounds, all I said was “sign me the f* up!”. Seriously though. A Lauren Blakely sports romance? Yes, please! In this alternating POV novella, She’s managed to deliver a swoon-worthy sports romance with her signature wit and humor, lovable characters, and sizzling sexual tension. All wrapped in a quick, fun, and light plot.
Dani Paige didn’t know she was ogling Drew Erickson––and she definitely didn’t know it when she helped him after a tiny surfing accident––until she was looking at him up close. She knew who he was; as one of the lawyers for Los Angeles Knights and as a football fan in general, she knew the quarterback for the Anaheim Devil Sharks. But since he seemed to want to stay anonymous, she played with it.
The serendipitous meeting showed these two how strong their chemistry was, but the events that followed made them believe the other gave them the cold shoulder. And so it was a bittersweet meeting when they see each other again in an event to welcome Drew into the Knights team.
They were happy to see each other and the misunderstanding was cleared up, but a new problem arose. The Knights team has had a field day with the media because of players involved in drugs and promiscuity. If Drew wants to stay on the team, he’d have to keep his image squeaky clean. It’s never been an issue for him, but now it seems he and Dani can’t pursue the possibility of something more.
Drew is a funny, sweet, and dirty-talking hunk. I was fanning myself reading his conversations with Dani, especially the phone calls and texts! But all that sexiness is balanced by his genuine affection and care for Dani, and I’m smiling just thinking about it!
And Dani is quite the firecracker! She’s sassy, honest and is the go-getter. I love how dedicated she is to her job and how amazing of a big sister she is to Ally. And what I loved the most about her is that she made sure she and Drew weren’t breaking any rules and before starting a relationship.
I love Dani, okay? In fact, I love all of LB’s heroines! They’re strong and intelligent and ahhh they’re strong, independent women I strive to be. I love that so much. These ladies slay like Beyonce!
I hope Lauren Blakely writes more sports romance. But you know what, I’d gobble up anything she writes because I know I’ll love it.
So slay, LB. Slay!
When we reach her home, a cute little white bungalow, she gestures to the porch. It’s teeming with potted plants and flowers, as well as pizza coupons and takeout menus stuffed behind the mailbox next to the doorway. “Thank you, Andrew. For the drinks and the escort service.”
I wiggle my eyebrows because she says escort in kind of a naughty way. “And thank you for the surf angel-slash-nurse work.”
“My pleasure. I was happy to save a guy in distress.”
I narrow my eyes and protest her description. “Hey now. I’m not dude in distress.”
She whispers “just kidding” as she leans against her porch railing. I don’t think it’s intentional, but that pose shows off all her assets. The swell of her breasts in her tank top, her curvy hips, her strong legs. This woman just fucking does something to me. Turns me on, that’s what she does. Makes me hard as hell. Though she’s made it clear that the night ends right here, I intend to make the most of this good-bye.
I move closer to her and run my hand down her arm. I watch as goose bumps rise in its wake. My voice goes low. “Do you know what I’ve been thinking about?”
She tilts her head to the side. “What would that be, Andrew?”
It still sounds funny to hear her call me that. But next time I see her I’ll tell her that everyone calls me Drew. With my other hand, I brush her hair off her shoulder, cataloging her reaction to my touch. The way she shivers. How she sways closer. The rush of breath on her lips. I bring my mouth to her ear, and whisper. “What it would be like to kiss you.”
I pull back, wanting to look at her. Her lips are parted, then she licks them and swallows. It’s like she’s taking a step closer, saying go for it. “You should absolutely find out then,” she says, soft and inviting.
My fingers travel from her shoulder, up to her hair, and I rope my hand through those blond locks. I pull her close, savoring the warm feel of her sun-kissed skin and the smell of sand, surf, and sunshine in her hair.
I dip my mouth to hers, clasping her face in my hands. When I nip her bottom lip, she gasps. It’s such an alluring sound, and it turns me the fuck on even more. My dick would very much like to go inside her house tonight, but kissing is all that’s on the menu, so I kiss her in a way that’ll leave her wanting more. Because I want so much more of her, and I also want her to know that.
I’m not sure how I went from leaving the field when practice ended this morning, to spending the afternoon surfing to get my mind off all the changes I’m sure are coming, to kissing this beautiful stranger outside her Venice Beach home. But hell if I want to analyze this moment.
I spend my working hours making decisions, analyzing, choosing. Then executing.
Right now, I want to get lost in something that no one else controls but this woman and me.
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