Happy Release Week to
Her book, Rookie Move, which we read and LOVED
(check out our review here), has been released!
Make sure you go get it now!!
And, to whet your appetite we’ve got a few goodies for you!
Leo Trevi’s rookie card (yum)…an excerpt…and a giveaway!
You don’t want to miss this!
First….the card….we’ve made it big for your pleasure (TWSS)!!
Now…eyes down here please…the excerpt…
“Come right this way,” Georgia heard her coworker and roommate Becca say, the clomp of her Dr. Martens echoing through the grand old passageway. “Nate is excited to meet you.” Becca was the owner’s assistant, and Georgia lingered half a second to wave her down and offer her a donut, too. But Becca didn’t happen to look in Georgia’s direction as she led a tall man down the corridor. Something about his gait snagged Georgia’s subconscious. So she took a second look. And that’s when her heart took off like a manic bunny rabbit. Because she knew that man. She knew the chiseled shape of his masculine jaw, and the length of his coal-black eyelashes. Oh my God. Omigod, omigod, omigod. “How was your flight?” Becca asked him, oblivious to the fact that Georgia was spying. “Not too bad. I got in late last night.” The sound of his voice fluttered right inside Georgia’s chest. It was the same smoky sweet timbre that used to whisper into her ear while they made love. She hadn’t let herself remember that sound in a long time. Now it was giving her goosebumps. The good kind. “Welcome to Brooklyn,” Becca said while Georgia trembled. “Are you familiar with the area?” “Grew up about thirty miles from here,” he answered while chills broke out across her back. Holding her breath, Georgia eased her office door further closed, until only a couple of inches remained. She could not be caught like this—freaked-out and speechless, hiding behind a door. The movement caught Becca’s eye, though. Georgia saw her turn her head in her direction and then pick her out in the crack where the door was still open. Becca raised one eyebrow—the one with the barbell piercing in it. All Georgia could do was close her eyes and pray that Becca wouldn’t call out a greeting. There was a pause before Georgia heard Becca say, “Right this way, please.” Quietly, Georgia stepped into her office and shut the door. After flipping on the light, she let her briefcase and pocketbook slide right to the floor. Only the folder that Nate had given her was still in her shaking hands. She flipped it open, her eyes searching for the new player’s name on the page. But she didn’t even need the paperwork to confirm what her racing heart had already figured out. The newest player for the Brooklyn Bruisers was none other than Leonardo “Leo” Trevi, a six-foot-two, left-handed forward. Also known as her high school boyfriend, the boy she’d loved with all her heart until the day that she’d dumped him. And now he was here?
“Thanks, universe,” she whispered into the stillness of her office.