Throwing his Game
(2027)(The sixth book in the Boston Revolutions Football series)
A novel by Emery Quinn
DECLAN
I don't chase women. I don't have to. They come to me, we have a good time, and nobody asks for more.
I've known Kayla Olsen for a few months. Then I watch her walk into my teammate's wedding in a dress that should be illegal, and something in me decides I've been an idiot for not noticing sooner.
One drink turns into one dance. One dance turns into her back against a hotel wall, her nails in my shoulders, and me learning exactly what sounds she makes when she stops pretending she doesn't want this as much as I do.
I do something that night I've never done for any woman.
I'm still paying for it. And somehow, months later, it's still her fault I can't get her out of my head.
KAYLA
I have a system. Hot, fast, gone by morning. No names worth remembering. Between my job and parents who can't stay out of their own way, I don't have room for anything that asks for more than one good night.
Then Declan Anderson kisses me at my best friend's wedding like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted, and for one reckless night, I let myself believe it.
His hands know exactly where to go. His mouth knows exactly what to say, low and filthy against my ear, until I'm the one begging.
He doesn't call. Doesn't text. Exactly like I expected.
So why does it feel like he took something with him when he disappeared?
Genre: Romance
I don't chase women. I don't have to. They come to me, we have a good time, and nobody asks for more.
I've known Kayla Olsen for a few months. Then I watch her walk into my teammate's wedding in a dress that should be illegal, and something in me decides I've been an idiot for not noticing sooner.
One drink turns into one dance. One dance turns into her back against a hotel wall, her nails in my shoulders, and me learning exactly what sounds she makes when she stops pretending she doesn't want this as much as I do.
I do something that night I've never done for any woman.
I'm still paying for it. And somehow, months later, it's still her fault I can't get her out of my head.
KAYLA
I have a system. Hot, fast, gone by morning. No names worth remembering. Between my job and parents who can't stay out of their own way, I don't have room for anything that asks for more than one good night.
Then Declan Anderson kisses me at my best friend's wedding like I'm the only thing he's ever wanted, and for one reckless night, I let myself believe it.
His hands know exactly where to go. His mouth knows exactly what to say, low and filthy against my ear, until I'm the one begging.
He doesn't call. Doesn't text. Exactly like I expected.
So why does it feel like he took something with him when he disappeared?
Genre: Romance