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Sawyer is the star quarterback at Camden U and is quite the manwhore. He goes through women at college and thinks very highly of himself. It is a bit off putting at first and I had a hard time liking him because of it. Then Gretchen comes into his life and knocks him off his own pedestal. She knows who he is and the kind of guy he is with women and won't fall for his usual game. He pursues her relentlessly, but she has a secret. Gretchen does the whole back and forth thing with I want him and now I don't giving me a bit of whiplash. She has such a big heart though. I really wanted them to get together.
I give Sacked 4 hearts!
About the Book
Sawyer is the star quarterback at Camden U and is quite the manwhore. He goes through women at college and thinks very highly of himself. It is a bit off putting at first and I had a hard time liking him because of it. Then Gretchen comes into his life and knocks him off his own pedestal. She knows who he is and the kind of guy he is with women and won't fall for his usual game. He pursues her relentlessly, but she has a secret. Gretchen does the whole back and forth thing with I want him and now I don't giving me a bit of whiplash. She has such a big heart though. I really wanted them to get together.
I give Sacked 4 hearts!
About the Book
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through.
And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my endgame.
And my endgame is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
Excerpt
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face.
“You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace
covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could
really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it
between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never
imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more
at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to
his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress
with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my
soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots.
And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it
even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few
weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped
his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I
only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door
with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn
if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my
sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch
and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body.
Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked
and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I
can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began
to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding
me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth
and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and
I was done.
I exploded.
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About the Author
Tabatha Vargo is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling
author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and
ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl who loves old
historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She's the
mother of an 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself,
hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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