COCKY PLAYER
Rough Riders, #4
by Stacey Lynn
Release Date: September 24th 2019
Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live!
The Book Junkie Reads . . . Review of . . . COCKY PLAYER (Rough Riders, #4) . . . I found this an interesting place to beginning this series. I was pulled in by Brenna and Connor. Connor was an athlete that has a story behind the cocky display. Brenna was a woman with her own issues. And her virginity was one of the things that she wanted left in the past. She was looking to live her life and move forward from the things in the past. Most times I try to pass on the virgin thing, but this was one that I was happy to have picked up and read. I did not feel that you had to have read the proceeding books but it would have helped with a few character references. This was a complete stand alone story of learning to live life and love. Benna and Connor will capture your heart as individuals and as a couple.
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Like most guys I have a type— she wasn’t mine. Not at all.
The angelic beauty on the dance floor has innocence written all over her. But I can’t stay away. And when she runs from me, leaving me wanting more, I can’t get her out of my head.
Turns out finding her won’t be too hard. My mystery virgin is the new marketing assistant for the Rough Riders Football team. And the owner’s daughter.
She wants to lose her virginity and she’s come to me for one thing, and one thing only. I’ll gladly help her out, but we have to be careful no one discovers us.
The last thing I need is for my boss to find out I’ve been teaching his baby girl all my dirtiest plays.
But I didn’t get to be MVP by playing by the rules.
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Excerpt:
A chill skittered down my arms and to my toes until my body erupted in goose bumps.
Hairs at the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was watching me.
I stopped moving so quickly I bumped into Gina and reached out to keep her from falling
onto the dance floor.
“Sorry!” I called out, but I didn’t look at her as she resettled to her feet.
My gaze was focused, skipping from the men on the dance floor to the outer circle of
guys who stayed close, probably couldn’t shimmy their hips to a beat if their life depended on it
but enjoyed watching the show, to the stairs…the upper level.
Straight to him.
He was there. Hands curled around a silver railing. Buttoned up white shirt un-tucked
from jeans and sleeves rolled to his elbows. Casual.
Commanding.
Long dark hair on top, swept to the side but long enough it could also fall into his eyes.
I simply felt his pull. Felt him.
I stood still and raised my drink in his direction.
His response was a nod. So minuscule it was difficult to see from the distance but even
then, I knew he was the one watching me.
And if he wanted to watch? I’d give him the show of his life.
Two men flanked him, one shoved his shoulder, the other crossed his arms over his
massive chest. The men were huge.
Yes. That was going to be him.
If he could gain my attention with a look from a hundred feet away, he was definitely the
kind of guy who could do other things to me even more intensely.
When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
She lives off her daily pot of coffee, can only write with a bowlful of Skittles nearby, and has been in love with romance novels since before she could drive herself to the library.
Stacey Lynn lives with her husband and children in North Carolina.
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