It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours.
Brody. ‘Nuff said.
This is yet another fantastic story by Vi! It’s incredibly hot, well-written and flows smoothly.
Delilah might be my favorite heroine ever. She is extremely realistic and acts accordingly. She doesn’t play silly games or have those internal “Should I tell him this extremely important thing? Nah, I won’t tell him this extremely important thing that would prevent a ton of problems in the future. I’ll just keep it to myself” struggles.
Brody is just too adorable. Loyal, smart, hot (of course), but also pretty realistic. He is confronted with some unusual circumstances and handles them in the best way he can. Which isn’t always the correct way, but that makes for some interesting conflicts in the book!
Vi featured an element from Brody’s past that I sort of wish she had handled a little differently (no spoilers!). It had the promise of making for some VERY interesting conflict, but sort of fell short of that when that catalyst was suddenly removed from the story. A lot of words were used to develop the aforementioned catalyst, and I felt the spark was somewhat lacking. Still very interesting, but not quite the “BOOM!” I was expecting or hoping for.
All in all, I really liked this book! I read all 300 pages in 2 sittings, and it’s further proof that I would absolutely read anything…ANYTHING…written by Vi Keeland!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
This is yet another fantastic story by Vi! It’s incredibly hot, well-written and flows smoothly.
Delilah might be my favorite heroine ever. She is extremely realistic and acts accordingly. She doesn’t play silly games or have those internal “Should I tell him this extremely important thing? Nah, I won’t tell him this extremely important thing that would prevent a ton of problems in the future. I’ll just keep it to myself” struggles.
Brody is just too adorable. Loyal, smart, hot (of course), but also pretty realistic. He is confronted with some unusual circumstances and handles them in the best way he can. Which isn’t always the correct way, but that makes for some interesting conflicts in the book!
Vi featured an element from Brody’s past that I sort of wish she had handled a little differently (no spoilers!). It had the promise of making for some VERY interesting conflict, but sort of fell short of that when that catalyst was suddenly removed from the story. A lot of words were used to develop the aforementioned catalyst, and I felt the spark was somewhat lacking. Still very interesting, but not quite the “BOOM!” I was expecting or hoping for.
All in all, I really liked this book! I read all 300 pages in 2 sittings, and it’s further proof that I would absolutely read anything…ANYTHING…written by Vi Keeland!
***I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review***
A new song had just started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut in?”
My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod. “Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?”
“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place, then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a shame.”
My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod. “Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?”
“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place, then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a shame.”
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times Bestselling author. With more than a million books sold, her titles have appeared in over fifty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in twelve languages. She resides in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six.
A few Fun Facts about Vi Keeland
• A boy with platinum blond hair and light green eyes pushed me off my bicycle when I was eight, I have a small scar on my left knee to prove it. I married him anyway.
• I’m short, my license states 5’1…but that’s stretching the truth. I wear heels and have big boobs and a matching big mouth, so most people don’t notice.
• I wasn’t a good student in high school. My worst subject…Science. Absolutely hated it. I married a Science teacher.
• My favorite thing in the world to do is sit on a quiet beach with a glass of wine, the sun hitting my face, toes buried in the sand, and read.
• I’ve had the same best friend for thirty years. She comes over on release day at 11am and we drink Bloody Marys.
• I love to travel. Favorite vacation spot ever…Santorini, Greece.
• I’m short, my license states 5’1…but that’s stretching the truth. I wear heels and have big boobs and a matching big mouth, so most people don’t notice.
• I wasn’t a good student in high school. My worst subject…Science. Absolutely hated it. I married a Science teacher.
• My favorite thing in the world to do is sit on a quiet beach with a glass of wine, the sun hitting my face, toes buried in the sand, and read.
• I’ve had the same best friend for thirty years. She comes over on release day at 11am and we drink Bloody Marys.
• I love to travel. Favorite vacation spot ever…Santorini, Greece.
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