DARING THE PLAYER
Tagline: She’s
nothing but trouble¼and he can’t
resist.
Back cover copy:
Raised by a pro
football legend, Miami Thunder wide receiver Rep Grissom has a career most
would envy. A toxic marriage with a
party girl almost put him on the sidelines, but now he keeps his head down and
makes the moves on the field that leave younger players in his dust. Now all he
has to do is maintain the status quo and he’s guaranteed a lucrative new
contract at an age when most guys are retiring.
Lola Corbin is used
to leaving all the big boys in her rearview mirror. The lead singer in the
worlds biggest rock band she fills up arenas and closes down the clubs but with
the group on the brink of breaking apart her future is uncertain. Years spent
on the road has left her with nothing at home except platinum records on the
walls, an empty fridge and a cold bed. For the first time, she’s looking for
something and someone beyond the spotlight.
When Lola’s first
night in her condo ends with Rep breaking up a fight he realizes that
temptation has moved in next door. Lola doesn’t usually go for the strong and serious
types, but the more she sees of her neighbor, the more she wants. When a thank
you dinner turns into dancing and a hot tryst in the back of the club their
attraction cannot be denied. But when Lola-induced trouble results in a
front-page-career-ending spectacle the player must decide if he’s going to be
as daring with his heart as he is on the field.
Fun extras and
more: Daring the Player Book Page
Excerpt – DARING THE
PLAYER by Robin Covington
“I want to fuck you.”
It was direct and
probably a little crude but he didn’t want any mixed signals especially since
they’d hit it off tonight. One great dinner and some dancing did not lead to
roses and joint bank account.
But holy hell, he
wanted inside her. Needed to know what she’d feel like wrapped around him. He
just knew she’d be responsive and vocal and that fucking flipped every single
switch he had to on.
What he didn’t
expect is what she did next.
“Now,” she said
against his own ear and grabbed his hands, leading him through the crowd and
past he group of hangers on that had been glaring at them all night. Lola
ignored them, only pausing long enough to allow the security guard at the
entrance to the VIP lounge to remove the velvet rope and let them pass. She
walked towards the back of the seating area, past the bar and into the secluded
area where the private bathroom was located. Lola opened the door and pulled
him inside. He locked it behind them.
The second the lock
clicked they were all about locked lips and the quick removal of the necessary
clothing. Rep dove deep into her mouth with his tongue, savoring the taste of
Lola and her desire, a sharp, smoky flavor. She moaned and he broke off the
kiss, his own groan erupting out of his chest when her hands went to his belt
and the button on his pants.
Her fingers were
warm around his dick, slick with the damp from their dancing and her arousal
and he fucked into them, enjoying the slide and the friction.
“Oh yes. You’re
big’” she said, stroking him from tip to root. “I want that inside me.”
Rep looked around
the restroom. It was nice, lush even, but the sink was one of those artistic
ones that would never hold up under anyone’s weight much less anyone getting
fucked as hard as he was going to take Lola.
He spun her around,
gently moving her towards the wall until she pressed her palms flat against the
wall, automatically spreading her legs wider.
“Good girl,” he
breathed against her hair as he shoved his pants and boxer briefs down to mid
thigh. He reached over to the small basket on the side of the sink and removed
the condom he knew he’d find there. “God, I love VIP lounges.”
“Come on Grissom.”
She pressed back against him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she
watched him roll the condom over his length. “You reading the fine print on
that thing or what?”
“For that comment,
I’m going to make you wait.” Lola started to protest but she shut her up when
his fingers slid under the flimsy material of her underwear and took a slow
glide over her wet folds.
“Oh¼” Lola’s
words slid into moans and he knew he’d been right. She was vocal, loud and
leaving no doubt that he was making her feel good. Her palm slapped the wall
when he inserted two fingers, angling his hand so that his thumb grazed her
clit with every pump in and out of her body.
“God, don’t tease,”
she begged and he loved how she was unashamed to ask for what she wanted. “Rep,
please.”
He wanted to keep up
his delay but honestly he was the only person being tortured in his room and he
was getting harder every time her tight little body grabbed onto his fingers.
He was done with waiting out the storm. He was ready to jump in.
Biography:
Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling
in love in her bestselling books. When she’s not writing sexy, sizzling romance
she’s collecting tasty man candy pics, indulging in a little comic book geek
love, and obsessing over Dean Winchester. Don't send chocolate . . . send eye
candy!
Social Media Links:
Posts
0 comments:
Post a Comment