Three people. Three motives. Three reasons.
When the game leaves the field in the second book in the USA Today
bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal, the
future isn't the only thing on the line...
Macey Kelly has sworn off men. Unless they’re going to zip in and out of
her apartment—and her vagina—quicker than they can give her an orgasm, she’s
not interested. Finding out her boyfriend of three years got her cousin
pregnant was a total confidence knock. Luckily for Macey, confidence is
something she has in abundance, so all Mitch’s asshole move did was make
her pretty cynical toward men.
The last thing Jack Carr needs at the start of the season is for a
dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts.
Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless they’re the love
‘em and leave ‘em girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has
ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priority… not bedding Macey Kelly,
despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon.
Avoiding each other is the perfect solution, but when your best friends
are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isn’t always an
option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the sweetest.
Until Mitch shows up with a bombshell that could shatter Macey’s
perfectly carved out life. It’s been a year, but he isn’t giving her up, not
now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons. Every single
one of them.
Unfortunately for him, Jack Carr isn’t a loser. The star running back
has his eye on the Vince Lombardi—and on Macey. But seeing her hanging between
them both isn’t something he’s down with, not when he discovers why she’s so
against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes she’s the ball
being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that only one of
them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she lived with and
loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who understands her and
makes her body come alive?
In this game, someone will be sidelined, and calling the play isn’t
always as easy as it seems.
(SIDELINED is a full-length, standalone novel. It's not necessary to
read BLINDSIDED before this book, but it is advised.)
“Mitch.” I spit his name like the poison he is. “Seems he has a message
for me.”
“Doesn’t matter,” Macey mutters, walking into the kitchen.
She reaches for the tequila bottle, but I dart forward and spin her so
her back is against the counter. No way is she drowning her shit in a tequila
bottle this time. No fucking running.
“Leah says otherwise, so, M, why don’t you tell me about his message for
me?”
“I said it doesn’t matter!” Macey’s eyes flash with an anger and
vulnerability stronger than I’ve ever noticed before.
“It does to me!” I yell, leaning into her. My eyes search her face. “It
fucking matters to me, babe, so spit it the hell out.”
“I said. It. Doesn’t. Matter.”
“I say you’re full of shit.” My mouth moves to her ear. “You gonna tell
me or do I hafta fuck it out of you, huh? I’m not averse to either, but his
name could really kill the mood when my cock is inside you.”
Macey shoves at me and I release her. She storms away from me, toward
her room, then stops. “You wanna know? You really want to know what that
asshole has to say to you?”
“Believe me, babe. I’d love him to say this bullshit to me. Seems he’s a
pussy who has to use his ex-girl to tell me though. So let’s paraphrase. I’d
love to know what that asshole has to get you to say to me, okay? Enlighten me,
baby. Go ahead.”
“‘Tell your fuck buddy he’s playing to win a whole lot more than the
Super Bowl this season,’” she whispers. “Or something along those lines. Close
enough, I guess.”
Every nerve in my body goes on high alert. Electric jolt after jolt
booms through me, my adrenaline peaking with his threat. The threat he can’t
even fucking say to my face. More than that, every protective instinct in my
body roars to life louder than an MC club starting their bikes. I feel those
words crawling over my fucking skin, almost paralyzing in their determination
but laughable in their weakness.
“Baby.” I move toward Macey, determined, certain, strong.
She breathes heavily, her eyes screwed shut, her fists clenched at her
sides.
“Look at me.”
She shakes her head.
I grab her jaw and force her head up. “Look. At. Me.”
Her eyes open, and in them, I see a roaring sea of fear and uncertainty
tinted with resignation to the words she expects. The words she won’t hear.
“What?” Her whispered word is barely audible.
“If you don’t know the rules, you don’t play the game,” I rasp. “Now,
Mitch? He thinks he knows the rules. He thinks he can come back into your life
and dictate shit his way. I think he’s sorely fucking mistaken, because he has
no idea who he’s messing with.” My fingers creep around to the back of her
neck, and her back flattens against the wall. “I play a game every day of my
life, baby. I know more rules than you can ever believe exist. He thinks he can
meet you for a half-assed drink and threaten me? He’s a joke. I laugh. Really,
I do.”
“What?” she breathes again.
“If your fucking ex thinks he can walk back into your life, into my
life, and threaten me with taking something that is inconceivably, irrevocably,
indisputably fucking mine, he has the shock of
his life coming to him.” My words are growled into her
ear. “Let him play, baby. He has no idea what he’s just done.”
From Emma Hart, the New York
Times bestselling author of the
Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the
tension is
tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of
all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two
games.
What happens when the out-there
It-Boy of football meets the
secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s
sweetheart, Leah Veronica
can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so
it’s no
wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it
debuting at
New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight
is the
last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback
the league has ever seen,
filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable
for
Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him
his ass
without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly
blonde into his bed becomes
his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the
hell
away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to
do
that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that
simple.
When Corey discovers who she is,
and private photos of
Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they
knew is
thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and
hearts are shattered, they
have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if
it’s
worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to
play.
By day, New York Times
and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls
herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the
cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes
books.
Emma is working on Top
Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available
opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who
likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of
hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy -
unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas
come to life.
Linda grew up on a dairy farm in the Midwest as the youngest of
eight children. Now she lives in Kansas with her husband, daughter, and nine
cuckoo clocks. Her life's been blessed with lots of people to learn from and
love. Writing's always been a major part her world, and she’s so happy to
finally share some of her stories with other romance lovers.
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