Cocky Player, an all-new standalone sports romance from Stacey Lynn is now live!

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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Connor is a professional football player. He has it all ! Glitz & Glam and woman galore. A night out on the town was supposed to be fun, ending with a one night stand with some random. However, he meets Brenna. His initial impression is she is just like all the rest. Only wants what his fame & fortune can give them. After a few kisses and her reluctance he knows she is a sweet shy woman and that he is so wrong about her.

Brenna is used to not being seen and hiding out. Everyone in her family controls her life, when she decides to act on her own she chooses to go dancing. When she meets Connor she wants to be a little rebellious, but then things take a different turn. Can these two make things work with all that is stacked against them?

First of all, I like that Connor & Brenna are so very different from one another. He is used to being in the lime light and she in the shadow. None of that matters though because these two have such an intense connection with one another. The storyline was creative, fun and exciting with every page. A few twist & turns made the story so much more than I expected. One of my favorites!

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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.

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Title: Craving Redemption

Series: Redemption Duet #1, Forbidden #4

Author: Tracy Lorraine

Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

Release Date: September 26, 2019

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A one-night stand I can’t get out of my mind. 

Trey was only meant to be a distraction, someone I’d never see again. 

Turns out the man starring in my wild fantasies, is also occupying the desk next to mine.

My experience with men tells me that he can’t be trusted, but my heart— and body, tells me something different. 

His demands for more weaken my resolve, and I find myself craving a man that’s over a decade my senior. 

I can’t escape the memories of our sizzling night together... I don’t want to.

He could be different, but was I willing to repeat my mistakes to find out?

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Tracy Lorraine is a M/F and M/M contemporary romance author. Tracy recently-ish turned thirty and lives in a cute Cotswold village in England with her husband, daughter and lovable but slightly crazy dog. Having always been a bookaholic with her head stuck in her Kindle Tracy decided to try her hand at a story idea she dreamt up and hasn’t looked back since.

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Secretly dating Coach Parker’s daughter was never part of the plan. Neither was becoming her dealer…




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Returning to my drug-dealing past wasn’t on the agenda when I accepted the full ride to play ball at Cypress U. But Mom lost her job. And my sister’s medical bills are mounting. So, I’ve no choice but to change the playbook.




When Emily walks into my life, like a fallen goddess with the ultimate power to destroy me, I know I’m screwed. I should steer clear, but I’m the one supplying her poison of choice. Falling for her is a complication I don’t need, but the more she’s around, the harder it gets to walk away. She needs me, and I crave her more than the sport I love.




Now, it’s all on the line. Including the NFL career that’s tantalizingly close.




The stakes are high, but family means everything, so I’ll take my chances.




EMILY

It’s only a problem if it’s out of control. And I have it in hand.




Except a certain a-hole discovers I’m using again, and he threatens to rat me out to my folks. Mom’s president of Cypress U, and Dad’s the illustrious football coach. Appearances mean everything to them, and I’m a continuous disappointment. They told me I’d be out on my ass if I fell off the wagon, so keeping it a secret is my number one priority.




Until the super-hot all-star QB takes more than a passing interest in me. Adam gets me, in a way no guy ever has, filling my head with ideas of forever—and now, I want more.




Dating my dealer is a recipe for disaster, especially when it’s forbidden, but I can’t help myself.




Because I’ve fallen too deep.




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“Emily.” Adam clicks his fingers, peering into my face with concern in his eyes. “You still with me?”

“Sorry. My mind wandered.” I clench my hands in my lap, swallowing back bile as my body trembles all over.

“You’re shaking.” He pulls me to his chest, and I rest my cheek against his shoulder, allowing him to comfort me. He smooths a hand up and down my back, and it’s such a tender gesture it brings tears to my eyes again.

Adam is one of the good guys. Last night and this morning have proven that. If I was a normal girl, I’d be ass over tits crazy for him.

But I’m not, and I can’t afford to be.

I shuck out of his hold. “Thanks for looking after me last night.” I stand. “I should go.”

“Emily, wait.” He stands, threading his fingers in mine. “I know you’re scared. I can see it in your eyes. And I want to help.”

“Why me?” I tip my chin up, peering deep into his eyes.

He takes a big breath. “Because I like you and I don’t want to see you hurt.”

“Is that the only reason?”

He blows air out of his mouth, looking undecided for a few minutes. “I know all the reasons why you and I shouldn’t hang out,” he says, and my heart splutters in my chest. “But there are more reasons why we should.” My heart grows wings and soars.

“You want to hang out with me?” I blurt.

He rests his forehead on mine. “I want to do so much with you, Emily,” he whispers, and his warm breath fans across my face, igniting new flames. “But why don’t we start with being friends?”

“I don’t have many friends,” I admit in a hushed voice.

“Then it’s settled.” He hugs me to him, and I don’t protest this time, wrapping my arms around his solid body, and clinging to him like he’s my only lifeline. He tilts my chin up with the tip of one finger. “Now, tell me what’s really going on with Wes.”

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I'm Susan Alexander, and you'll find my books under S.B. Alexander. A little about me. I've been writing since 2012 and started with writing all about vampires. After the second vampire book, I began to branch out in New Adult Romance. I love to read mostly all genres, and I'm always game to try something new. So I tested my hand at writing romantic suspense and just loved it. So you'll find I write in several different sub-genres of romance.




In between writing, I spend time with my soul mate of 20 years who got a bad deal in life. Three years ago he was diagnosed with ALS. It's a horrible disease, but we both have been making the best of life, laughing, smiling, and doing what we can together.




But writing is a great outlet for me to take my mind to another place. Plus, I have a great network of family, friends, fans, and so much more. I truly have an angel on my shoulder. My mantra is make the best of life because it's too darn short.

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Brody Romano, the lead detective of his small-town police force, has one passion. His job. Because of that dedication, his love life has been non-existent.




And then she came into his life.




His years of working tough cases and long hours at the station could never prepare him for a sassy, curvy, questionably crazy, and down-right gorgeous woman that’s desperate for his help--and willing to do anything to get it.




And now he can’t stop picturing all kinds of filthy ways she could repay him.




When Phoebe Wells shows up at the local precinct to file a missing persons report, she’s not prepared for the shade Detective Romano throws her way...or the fact that it drives her wild.




Desperate for the detective’s expertise, Phoebe will do anything necessary to get him to see things her way.




With every encounter, Brody and Phoebe find themselves inexplicably drawn to each other. With the heat rising and the promise of crossing the line in their future, they can no longer ignore the sizzling chemistry that pulses like a livewire between them.




But maybe that’s just the thing they both desperately want?




Warning: From love to hate to love again, Detective Brody and Phoebe banter like they were born that way, baby. Suit up for a laugh-out-loud romp through small-town crazy catastrophes with a serious dose of sweltering steam.

“You’ve got to get your own place, little bro.” I stood in my kitchen, taking in my still dripping wet brother.

“Funny, you say that now.” Connor gestured to Phoebe, spoonful of Connor’s favorite sugary cereal at her lips. Hell, if I hadn’t been awakened by her shriek and my nudist-ass brother, she’d be eating my bacon and eggs and waffles right now. “Mama is gonna love this, by the way. She’s gonna eat this shit up!”

“What?” Phoebe asked innocently.

“That Brody finally, finally brought a girl home!”

“This isn’t what it looks like, not exactly.” I glanced at Phoebe and then back to my brother. “Not yet, anyway.”

“Oh, I'm pretty sure this is exactly what it looks like.” Connor had his phone out and was tapping away a message to someone, presumably our mom.

“Connor!” I roared, lunging for the phone.

“Guys, guys!” Connor threw his arms out. “Cuddle up close. The entire family’s gonna want photo evidence.”

He snapped a picture and then dodged out of the kitchen.

“Fuck, he’s not gonna make this easy.”

Phoebe held a hand over her mouth, hiding her quiet giggles.

“First time, huh?”

I shrugged, nailing her with my eyes. “I’m a lot of things, but liar isn’t one of them.”

She hummed, eyes twinkling up at me.

Hell, I wanted to kiss her, really fucking kiss her in a way I didn’t think she’d ever been kissed.

Phoebe stood then, crossing the kitchen to deposit her empty bowl into the sink.

I closed the distance between us, acting on instinct and anxious to feel her against me. I closed her in my arms, placing a kiss on her forehead. “It was torture watching you sleep all night and not being able to touch you.”

She grinned, fingertips tightening at my waist. “That doesn’t sound creepy at all, Dick.”

I grinned, enjoying the way her tender body felt melded to mine. She made me hot in places I’d never really much thought about before now. Something about the need to protect her overpowered all my other senses.

“Honestly, I spent part of the night monitoring that app on your phone to see if there was any activity at your house.” I traced my thumbs across her cheekbones, delighting in the way she came alive like a hot wire under my fingers. “There wasn’t. But also, Connor’s right.” I cradled her face in my palm. “My mom is going to love you. Another woman she can bust my balls with.

“And I can’t think of any better to introduce to my mother.” I kissed Phoebe with slow and aching precision, sucking at the tip of her tongue softly. “Do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner at my mom’s house, Phoebe Wells?”

A slow clap carried across the kitchen.

“Connor!”

“Didn’t know you had it in you, bro.” He patted me on the back, wide grin enough to make my blood boil. “I got it all on camera. Mama is gonna have names for those grandbabies picked out by the time you get to dinner.”

“You fucker,” I gritted, Phoebe only cracking into laughter in my arms.

“So what’s it gonna be, Phoebe?” Connor pushed his phone in close, video camera rolling again. “Are you checking yes or no? Inquiring minds are dying to know—”

I swiped his phone out of his hand and flipped it off.

“Maybe I’m not the only crazy one. I would love to meet your mama, Dick.”

Connor’s eyes lit up, slapping me on the back again and swiping his phone. “Congratulations, bro. One step closer to second base. Proud of you.”

“Hey, Phoebe, why do you call him Dick?” Connor asked, popping a few dry pieces of cereal into his mouth. The question seemed to make Phoebe smile with a hint of amusement twinkling in her eyes.

“’Cause the first time I met him, he was a real asshole,” she said as she looked up at me.

“Yeah, that totally makes sense,” Connor agreed.

“You really need to start looking at rentals.”

“Sure thing. Gotta make way for all those nieces and nephews I’ll soon have.” He was whistling as he walked away.

“I apologize. He’s definitely the wild one in our family.”

“He seems sweet.” Phoebe shrugged, relaxing against me.

“I don’t know about that. So…my shift at the station starts in an hour, but I can be a little late if it means a morning make out session with the prettiest girl I know.”

Her blush bloomed crimson, creeping its way down her neck and disappearing into the cleavage of her V-neck. I kissed her again, hands roaming her waist as we settled against each other, lingering like teenagers making out for the first time. I guess we sort of were.

Her hot little fingers gripped at the cotton of my shirt, sending my stomach into tightly wound knots, imagining the way she might squirm against the sheets of my bed when I sank into her body for the first time.

My cock throbbed, irritation settling in my balls like barbed wire.

“Whaddya say to coffee before work?” I backed away, needing a breath of air to control myself around her.

She nodded, eyes still hovering on mine.

“Aw, don’t do that to me, Phoebe.”

“What?”

I nipped at her ear and replied, “Look at me like you’re ready for me to make love to you slow and deep.” I sucked at her neck, leaving the faintest bruise. “Like you’re desperate for me to make you cum on my tongue.”

She licked her lips, eyes wide and glued to mine.

“Whatever we do, you’ve gotta go get some more clothes on, or I’ll violate every gentleman’s code I aim to live by.”

She nodded, huffing softly, “Okay.”

She ducked out from under the cage of my arms, and I missed the feel of her body against mine instantly. I grabbed her hand, spinning her back into my arms. “But first, just one more kiss.”

And then I bent her over and kissed her in the way a man should a woman.

Like I might die, I was so starved for her touch.

Soft little moans panted past her lips that made my balls tingle.

“Heaven help me with you, Phoebe Wells.”

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Talon Gold is a lot of things: good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive.




Despite his demanding reputation and propensity for being the most arrogant a-hole ever to strut Pacific Valley University’s picturesque campus, everyone wants a piece of him: coaches, scouts, and pretty little campus fangirls with pouty lips and perfect top knots.




But Talon … he only wants a piece of me.




And four straight years of infuriating rejection means I’m almost positive he’d take a night with me over a national championship trophy.




But I’m no fool—he only wants me because he can’t have me. And with graduation approaching, time is running out. He’s more desperate than ever, pulling out all the stops and doing everything in his power to get in my good graces.




They say, “Don’t hate the player, hate the game.”




But to that I say, “Why not both?”




I have my reasons ...




Sorry, BMOC. This victory? Not going to happen.

“You didn’t have to do that for me,” I tell him.

He scoffs, taking a sip of his beer.

“These are your glory days,” I add. “You should enjoy them. Take full advantage. You shouldn’t be pretending to be annoyed by all this attention all because you’re trying to impress some girl who doesn’t even want to be impressed.”

“Not trying to impress you.”

“Bullshit,” I say, laughing. “You’re a liar.”

“All right.” He nudges his shoulder against mine. “Maybe I am. Just a little.”

“Well it ends here, tonight,” I say.

“Just like that?” he asks. “And just because you say it does?”

“Pretty much.” I stand, stretching my legs. A small shiver works its way through me and from here, the house looks warm and glowing and a million times more inviting than it did before.

Talon rises, towering over me with his eyes locked on mine. “Why do you hate me, Irie?”

“Just because you’re not my type and I don’t want to date you doesn’t mean that I hate you, Talon. I don’t even know you—how can I hate someone I don’t know?”

“How do you know I’m not your type if you won’t take the time to get to know me?” he asks.

Fair enough. “Maybe I don’t know you, but I know enough about you to know you’re not my type.”

“Fuck types.”

“Says the guy who’s fucked half the school.” I fold my arms and glance down. That was a little harsh even if it’s true.

“That’s what you think?” he asks.

I challenge myself to meet his accusatory stare, to own my stance. “I told you earlier … you have a reputation. I’ve heard girls talk about hooking up with you. I’ve heard about the way you treat anyone who so much as thinks they might have a chance with you. Forgive me if I’m trying to steer clear of your warpath.”

“Irie, you are the reason for that warpath,” he says, his tone callous and his jaw flexing.

“So I’m supposed to be flattered? You treat other girls like crap because they’re not me? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“You’re oversimplifying.”

“Am I though?” I angle my head to the side, my mouth twisted as I fight a smirk. Maybe I’m flirting. Maybe I’m also making a point.

Talon is looking at me like he’s two seconds from devouring me—my mouth specifically. His tongue wets his full lips and his left hand tightens at his sides, like he has to refrain from allowing himself to touch me.

There’s a lot of clout standing before me.

An insane amount of restraint.

He’s mere inches from the only thing he wants—the only conquest he can’t have—and it’s physically torturing him.

To wield this kind of control over someone so powerful is a sensation unlike any I’ve experienced before … and in an unexpected turn of events, my nipples harden, my sex tingles, and my lips swell with a curious ache.

In my defense, I’m not normally aroused by torturing people.

In his defense, he’s not normally used to reoccurring rejection.

This is quite the standoff we have going.

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