The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours
5 of 5 Stars ~ Shera
Oh Vi Keeland what are you doing to me with your men?? Sweet lord lady! Your books need to come with a “ keep extra panties handy” warning! Brody Easton is so delicious I think I was caught licking my kindle a few times while reading!
Our main man Brody is a sexy as sin football player with an even sexier attitude. He seems like a player on and off the field when Delilah who is a female reporter working in an almost all man world approaches him in the locker room.
It all starts with a smirk…and a towel drop. Are the rumors true? Does his nickname fit him? You can bet your butt it does!! Brody is certainly trying to get under Delilah’s skin, but what happens when he wants to get HER underneath him?
Our girl Delilah is on her game. I seriously love her attitude; she’s spunky, feisty and all sorts of sass.. She knows how to fight fire with fire with Brody. When she finally gives in and agrees to a date with exactly the man she swore not to date we see more of who Brody really is as well as Delilah.
Can these two who have undeniable chemistry be just friends? What happens when one decides to let go of the past, but the others just came back into their life?
This book is sinfully sexy, delicious and will melt your panties. I went in thinking this book was going to be all humor and a lot of mouthwatering juiciness but it was so SO much more. It was emotional, swoony, a tad of suspense and don’t forget seriously sexy! I laughed, I cried and fell head over freaking heels for Brody “Sexy as Sin” Easton.
I devoured this book in one sitting. Vi has a way with words and you can’t help but love her characters. I assure you Brody Easton is no different. Grab this one now, you won’t regret it!
5 Subway Stars!! <~~ You’ll get that once you read = ) ~ Shera, Book Lovers Obsession Book Blog
A new song had just started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut in?”
My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod. “Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?”
“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place, then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a shame.”
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn’t change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!