Title: Free
Baller
Series: Bad Boy Ballers
#2
Author: Rie
Warren
Genre: Sports
Romance
Release Date: May 1,
2017
Blurb
play dirty.
Brooklyn
Holt, Carolina Crush’s top tight end,
made a vow after his wife left him: never
fall in love again. He doesn’t need a
long-term lady. Hell no. He has the magic
hands, the downfield rushes, the easy
chicks by the dozens. And finally a team
on a winning streak.
Being a free
agent with the ladies is exactly what
Brooks wants. Until Delaney Jones
happens. The hot bitch with the serious
attitude shows up with her own team in
pretty much half the
uniform he
wears. Quarterback of the all-female
Carolina Cougars, she’s sleek as a
racehorse, mean on the field, and immune
to all his moves. Every time she gives
him no time just makes
him hungrier
for her.
Delaney Jones
takes her work and her personal life
seriously, and she’ll never be mistaken
for a cheerleader, in spite of her
athletic body. She’s never rah-rah’d with
her pom-poms for any man—hunky, hot as
hell tight end or otherwise.
Brooklyn Holt
has swagger. He has strut. But Delaney
isn’t about to be the free baller’s willing slut. Until she
scratches the surface and discovers his
wounds run as deep as hers and his
heart is warmer than she’d ever thought.
It’s just too bad the past won’t die.
When the danger she’s run from for years
catches up to her, she’s determined to
keep Brooks out of the crossfire. Even if
it means Game Over.
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Excerpt
“HEY, DELANEY.” I SMILED
easily, holding my hands out to my sides.
“’S’okay if I join you?”
“Just for a game of
hoops?” The gold-flecks in her irises
turned almost black as she walked toward
me.
“Yeah.”
“You’re on.” She shoved
the ball at me.
I
dribbled between my
legs then raced off to the other end of
the court. Four pumps of my legs and I
swished that motherfucker in nothing but
net.
Delaney wasted no time
retrieving the basketball. She dodged
every one of my lunges, heading down
court like a missile.
She made a three-pointer
from the line.
She was hotter than
anything I’d ever
seen.
A real tomboy, with a
banging body and a great
rack.
And the woman dazzled me
enough that I forgot to catch the rebound
when the ball bounced on the floor.
As she double-dribbled in
front of me, I watched a drizzle of sweat
slide down her neck.
Gulp.
“Play b-ball in high
school?” I asked when I found my voice,
shadowing her across the waxed floor.
“Point woman. All-Star
states
team.”
“Why football now?”
Dodging in front of her, I stole the
ball.
Delaney came right after
me, fast hands trying to nab the
basketball. “I’ll take sport anywhere I can
get
it.”
“Balls
too?”
Because
fuck yeah to that.
“Maybe yours.”
When she said that, I
pretty much stumbled over my own two
feet.
Delaney snatched the
basketball, hit net, and I curled around
her from behind.
The
forgotten ball
bounced . . . bounced . . . bounced . . .
Unbalanced, we dropped to
the floor, Delaney landing on top with a
gust of bright laughter. Her hair fell
in my face, softly scented black tresses
I puffed out of my way.
Horsing around, we rolled
across the floor until I stopped on top
of her. I held most of my weight off
her, but when my groin connected with her
pelvis, my chuckle turned into a deep
groan.
“Oh damn,” she whispered.
Heat slammed me in the
balls, and I was fully hard, my cock
crushed against her pussy through the
thinnest barrier of clothes.
“The rumors were true.”
Her hand wandered low, and she slipped
her palm beneath the waist of my shorts.
Warmth met my thick dick,
and I pushed into her fist. “What
rumors?”
“Girth
Brooks.”
I pulled her hand free
and grinded against her as come prepared
to unload from my cock.
“Do you
always go
commando, Free
Baller?”
Her hips jutted up. Her
lips found my neck. Her hot mouth and
teasing tongue made me pulse harder
against her.
“Am I crushing you?” Hurting
you?
“Uhhhn. Feels
good.”
Fucking. Hell.
I dipped my head, just
about to kiss her long and hard when the
door banged open and a voice boomed
out, “No fraternization,
Holt!”
Goddammit.
I quickly jumped off
Delaney then pulled her from the floor,
sheltering her behind me.
“Jeeesus, Coach D. Don’t you have
a family to go home to or
what?”
“Yeah.” He slapped his
baseball cap against his thigh, scowling
at me. “And I already done raised
Philomena. Now I’m stuck straightening
you dickheads out.”
I ushered Delaney past
him and into the corridor, prodding her
in the opposite direction. “All right
already. Look”—I started ambling the
other way—“I’m going to the men’s locker
room. She’s headed to the
lady’s.”
“Mm hmmm.” Coach D replaced his
cap and pulled the brim down.
“Better keep it that way
too.”
I listened to his whistle
retreating all the way to the front
entrance then another loud bang of doors.
Sneaking back down the corridor, I
reached Delaney just before she entered her
locker room.
I grasped her arm, and
she spun around, mouth open to shriek.
“Ssshhh. Just
me.”
Her feline-like eyes
narrowed. “Boy, you are asking for
trouble.”
“Coach D’s gone. We’re in
the clear.” I released her and grinned.
“Damn, you make me feel like a
teenager. You know that?” I squinted at
her.
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Rie is the badass,
sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t
Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional
publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of
her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and
Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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