Sly “Bullhorn” Brodsky wished winning the heart of Samantha
Drake was as easy as protecting his quarterback. A top offensive lineman in the
NFL, Bull tried to live down his rep as a womanizer. Locker room chatter had elevated
him to the level of “player” in more than football. But Samantha Drake,
dark-haired, stunning sister of a teammate, didn’t want to have anything to do
with him. Or did she?
On his best behavior, Bull pulled out all the stops to woo
the reluctant beauty. He was making progress until a woman from his past
reappeared. Tiffany, the one woman who broke his heart, is in trouble. Is Bull
the only man who can help?
Samantha is overcoming her doubts about Bull until Tiffany
arrives. Is the blonde really in hot water or does she just want another chance
with the man she discarded?
Enjoy the return of your favorite First & Ten characters
in this book, too. Surprises, twists, and football action scenes will keep you
turning the pages.
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EXCERPT:
“I’m grubby. I need a shower,” she said, pushing to
her feet to glance in the mirror.
The next image to take over his mind was stepping into
a steamy shower behind Samantha. He blinked a few times and took a deep breath,
hoping his thoughts wouldn’t inspire an erection.
“You okay? Were the boxes too much?” Her dark,
chocolate brown eyes held concern.
He laughed. “You kiddin’? That’s nothin’. I take down
guys ten times that weight in every game. Geez. What do you think? I’m a pussy
or something?”
She made a face.
“Sorry. I need to clean up my words.” He sensed color
in his face. He’d never had a girlfriend like Samantha Drake. She was smart,
beautiful, and nice. She did volunteer work at the New Life Shelter for
battered women and kids. But she wasn’t his girlfriend, only a friend. With no
benefits. He sighed.
“My brother, Devon, talks like that too. You’d think
football players never went to college.” She handed him a cold bottle of water.
He downed the liquid. “What’s next?”
She turned around in the room and sucked her lower lip
between her teeth. “Bed, books, clothes, rocking chair. Hmm. How many boxes are
still in the car?”
“Two.”
“Then that’s it. The place looks pretty empty.” She
perched on the mattress, tucking her feet under her.
“You’ll have it furnished before you know it. Come on.
I’m gonna bring those boxes up then take you out to dinner.”
“Thanks. Be right back.” Her thousand-watt smile
turned his innards to jelly.
He sat in the rocking chair while Samantha washed the
dirt off her luscious body. Or what he assumed was luscious. Sylvester
“Bullhorn” Brodsky, known to his teammates as “Bull,” had the hots for Samantha
Drake, and it was keeping him up nights. While he waited for her to want him
back, his imagination ran through a half dozen things he’d like to do to her
under the warming spray of hot water. She was a little slip of a thing, and he
was huge. Six foot three inches tall and two hundred fifty pounds of pure
muscle, the offensive lineman could lift her up with one hand.
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