Three people. Three
motives. Three reasons.
When the game leaves the field in the second book in the USA
Today bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal,
the future isn't the only thing on the line...
Today bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal,
the future isn't the only thing on the line...
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Macey Kelly has sworn off men. Unless they’re going to zipin and out of her apartment—and her vagina—quicker than they can give her an
orgasm, she’s not interested. Finding out her boyfriend of three years got her
cousin pregnant was a total confidence knock. Luckily for Macey, confidence is
something she has in abundance, so all Mitch’s asshole move
did was make her pretty cynical toward men.
did was make her pretty cynical toward men.
The last thing Jack Carr needs at the start of the season is
for a dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts.
Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless they’re the love
‘em and leave ‘em girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has
ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priority… not bedding Macey Kelly, despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon.
for a dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts.
Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless they’re the love
‘em and leave ‘em girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has
ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priority… not bedding Macey Kelly, despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon.
Avoiding each other is the perfect solution, but when your
best friends are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isn’t
always an option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the
sweetest.
best friends are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isn’t
always an option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the
sweetest.
Until Mitch shows up with a bombshell that could shatter
Macey’s perfectly carved out life. It’s been a year, but he isn’t giving her
up, not now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons.
Every single one of them.
Macey’s perfectly carved out life. It’s been a year, but he isn’t giving her
up, not now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons.
Every single one of them.
Unfortunately for him, Jack Carr isn’t a loser. The star
running back has his eye on the Vince Lombardi—and on Macey. But seeing her
hanging between them both isn’t something he’s down with, not when he discovers
why she’s so against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes
she’s the ball being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that
only one of them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she
lived with and loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who
understands her and makes her body come alive?
running back has his eye on the Vince Lombardi—and on Macey. But seeing her
hanging between them both isn’t something he’s down with, not when he discovers
why she’s so against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes
she’s the ball being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that
only one of them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she
lived with and loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who
understands her and makes her body come alive?
In this game, someone will be sidelined, and calling the
play isn’t always as easy as it seems.
play isn’t always as easy as it seems.
(SIDELINED is a full-length, standalone novel. It's not necessary to read BLINDSIDED before this book, but it is advised.)
EXCERPT
“Now tell me,” I whisper, curving my arms around her tiny
body. “Did he ever want you like I do? In three years, baby, he ever desire you
the way I do? He ever make you come as hard as I do? He ever drive you to
distraction with insane need? He ever stop for one second and worship your body
like the fucking temple I know it is?”
the way I do? He ever make you come as hard as I do? He ever drive you to
distraction with insane need? He ever stop for one second and worship your body
like the fucking temple I know it is?”
Macey exhales quietly, but it’s the kind of breath I never
cared about before. The kind of breath that’s full of unspoken words. Unspoken
words I want fucking spoken.
cared about before. The kind of breath that’s full of unspoken words. Unspoken
words I want fucking spoken.
“Didn’t catch that.”
“No,” she breathes out. “No. Never.”
My arms go around her body as I move in front of her and
clasp her against me. My erection rapidly deflates with the words I’m about to
speak.
clasp her against me. My erection rapidly deflates with the words I’m about to
speak.
“Then, babe, my part in his bullshit game is almost done,
except now, I’m calling my play. You go to him, and you let him think we’re
done. That he has a chance. You see what he can do to you. You see if he can
give you half the things I can—and I don’t even mean materially, M. I mean
forever. If you can spend a few days with your ex and truly believe he can
pleasure you like I can, treasure you like I can, then I’ll respect your
decision. But, baby…” I sink my fingers into her hair and tug her head back so
her eyes crash into mine with fire and apprehension mixing together. “Baby, if
you think he can love you like I can, then get ready for a fight to the death.”
except now, I’m calling my play. You go to him, and you let him think we’re
done. That he has a chance. You see what he can do to you. You see if he can
give you half the things I can—and I don’t even mean materially, M. I mean
forever. If you can spend a few days with your ex and truly believe he can
pleasure you like I can, treasure you like I can, then I’ll respect your
decision. But, baby…” I sink my fingers into her hair and tug her head back so
her eyes crash into mine with fire and apprehension mixing together. “Baby, if
you think he can love you like I can, then get ready for a fight to the death.”
She freezes in my arms. “Jack.”
“I’m not gonna stand here with your naked body against mine
and tell you I love you just to convince you to tell him where to go. I don’t
love you, M. But I could. I know I could. You’re more fucking perfect for me
than anything I’ve ever known. I won’t lie to you, baby. I crave your body and
I crave you, but I don’t love you.”
and tell you I love you just to convince you to tell him where to go. I don’t
love you, M. But I could. I know I could. You’re more fucking perfect for me
than anything I’ve ever known. I won’t lie to you, baby. I crave your body and
I crave you, but I don’t love you.”
Her eyes flicker with something indiscernible, but I hold
her gaze.
her gaze.
“But just imagine—if I can make you feel physically what he
can only dream of, just think of how I could love you one day.”
can only dream of, just think of how I could love you one day.”
She drops her eyes and rests her face in my chest. My words
hit her hard—I know they did. I’m not fucking dumb. But they didn’t hit her the
way they would most girls. Right now, I know Macey couldn’t give a shit whether
or not I love her. All she cares about is the fact that she’s the tug toy
between two guys. She’s the ball being passed from end zone to end zone,
quarterback to wide receiver. All she gives a shit about is that she makes the
right decision in the end.
hit her hard—I know they did. I’m not fucking dumb. But they didn’t hit her the
way they would most girls. Right now, I know Macey couldn’t give a shit whether
or not I love her. All she cares about is the fact that she’s the tug toy
between two guys. She’s the ball being passed from end zone to end zone,
quarterback to wide receiver. All she gives a shit about is that she makes the
right decision in the end.
All she gives a shit about is that, when it’s her turn to
call the play, she calls it right.
call the play, she calls it right.
“Somethin’ you should know about me.” My words buzz along
her jaw with my lips. “Football is my life. That isn’t ever gonna change, but
that doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.”
her jaw with my lips. “Football is my life. That isn’t ever gonna change, but
that doesn’t mean that’s all there is to it.”
“Jack,” she whispers, her fingers digging into my sides.
“Three things you never cared to ask about me that I’m gonna
tell you anyway.” I hover my mouth above hers, my eyes steely and intent on
hers. “I play the game hard. I fuck harder. And I love even fucking harder than
that.”
tell you anyway.” I hover my mouth above hers, my eyes steely and intent on
hers. “I play the game hard. I fuck harder. And I love even fucking harder than
that.”
“Prove it,” she whispers. “I’ve seen the first two. Prove the last one.”
From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the
Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is
tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is
tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two games.
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the
secret It-Girl of fashion?
secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica
can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no
wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at
New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the
last thing she needs.
can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no
wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at
New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the
last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen,
filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for
Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass
without putting a hair out of place.
filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for
Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass
without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes
his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell
away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do
that is to give him what he wants.
his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell
away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do
that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of
Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is
thrown into disarray.
Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is
thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they
have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s
worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s
worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
About the Author
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
