Covering
Kendall
Love
and Football # 4
By: Julie Brannagh
October 21, 2014
Avon: Impulse
Kendall
Tracy, General Manager of the San Francisco Miners, is not one for rash
decisions or one-night stands. But when she finds herself alone in a hotel room
with a heart-stoppingly gorgeous man-who looks oddly familiar-Kendall throws
her own rules out the window…and they blow right back into her face.
Drew
McCoy should look familiar, he’s a star player for her team’s archrival the
Seattle Sharks. Which would basically make Drew and Kendall the Romeo and
Juliet of professional football…well, without all the dying. Not that it’s an
issue. They agree to pretend their encounter never happened. Nothing good can
come from it anyway, right? Drew’s not so sure.
Kendall
may be all wrong, but he can’t stop thinking about her and he finds that some
risks are worth taking. Because the stakes are always highest when you’re
playing for keeps.
♥ Excerpt
♥
A few
minutes later, Drew and Kendall sat down at a table in the Starbucks next door.
She set the plastic bookstore bag and her handbag next to her chair. The
typically crowded, noisy coffee shop was now almost deserted. The employees had
even dimmed the overhead lights a bit. She took a sip of the green tea latte
Drew had bought for her, and watched him gently nudge the plate holding a
couple of cookie bars toward her. “How about a blueberry oatmeal bar? I whipped
it up myself.” She let out a laugh, and his lips moved into a grin.
His smile
softened chiseled facial features that wouldn’t have been out of place on a
Viking: Strong brow, high cheekbones, deep-set cornflower blue eyes flecked
with silver, square chin, straight, whitened teeth and blond stubble. He must
have been taking a break from the wenching and pillaging tonight. The laugh
lines around his eyes and his mouth that appeared when he smiled told her he
was most likely a happy person. She knew she’d seen him somewhere before. She
couldn’t put her finger on where, though. His shoulders were broad and the
fleece jacket he wore concealed what she imagined were bulging muscles. When he
unzipped his coat, he revealed a black thermal-type Henley. She spent so much
time looking at professional athletes that a guy with his build wasn’t out of
the ordinary to her. It was kind of cute that he didn’t take off his knit hat,
though. Maybe he’d gotten a bad haircut and he felt a little shy about it. His
eyebrows were dark blond. His hair must be as well.
Author Info
Julie Brannagh has been writing since she was old enough to
hold a pencil. She lives in a small town near Seattle, where she once served as
a city council member and owned a yarn shop. She shares her home with a
wonderful husband, two uncivilized Maine Coons and a rambunctious chocolate
Lab. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her
favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden
Heart finalist and the author of contemporary sports romances.
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