Publication date: November 19th 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Sports
College was supposed to be Brook’s chance to escape the rumors and the harassment that plagued her at home, but she hadn’t planned on meeting Andrew Fayden.
Now, she’s finding it hard to think of anything else or anyone else. She’s determined to wipe him from her mind though because he is the definition of unavailable. He’s got an on and off again girlfriend always on the sidelines and a flood of girls willing to take over that position.
And his popularity makes it hard to keep a low profile, something she needs to do if she doesn’t want to be pulled back into the drama of her past.
Despite all the warnings, she’s finding it hard to resist– and he’s making it hard to say no.
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About the Author
New Adult Author.
Outside The Ropes Series:
Outside The Ropes
OtherSide Of Fear
Coming this fall: Hustle
“South Eastern University: Where the football players are royalty and Andrew Fayden is king.”
Mother. Wife. Teacher. Proud UMD Terp. Perpetual learner. Wild imagination fueled by coffee. Occasional runner. Late night book junkie. Daytime dreamer.
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The night blurs by in a haze of shots and keg stands, till I’m leaning against a wall for balance, waiting for Rose to get out of the bathroom so we can leave.
I almost don’t notice Andrew passing by since the crowds blend together, except he stands out. He notices me too. Those striking eyes land on me, reminding me of earlier in the night.
He separates from his group, and a girl pauses to follow him, but he sends her away with a gesture for her to go with the others. She does, but her face drops as he walks away. I know the feeling; I felt the same way when he left earlier. Bastard.
Except, now he’s in front of me, and I almost apologize for calling him a bastard, but thankfully I get a grip and don’t.
“You having fun?” He places his hand on the wall above my head and leans into me as he talks.
I pull my hands behind me, unsure how to move. Unsure how to talk. God, he smells so good, that cologne mixed with a hint of fire and summer. And his body’s so close, almost skimming mine.
My lack of response stretches his smile, and he leans in some more, his heat pressing on me.
“We’re about to leave.” I have to talk, I’m not sure I could survive him getting any closer. “Just waiting on Rose to get out of the bathroom. Then we’re leaving. I had fun though. How about you?” I pull my lips between my teeth, shutting myself up.
“You’re cute.” His head dips towards mine, but I still have to look up to meet his eyes. “Don’t go yet. Come with me first.” He drops his hand from the wall and slides it down my arm, grabbing my fingers.
Now I know I’m about to faint. “Wh-where?” I don’t take the step to follow him, even though there’s a part of me that wants to. A part of me wants to throw caution to the wind and let him lead me anywhere.
He turns towards me, his head dropping till his lips are at my ear, torturing me as his warm breath fans over my skin, and his lips brush against me as he talks. “Somewhere a little more private.”
My excitement drops, and I feel sick, planting my feet on the ground. “I don’t think I should.”
He pulls back, confusion in his gaze as he meets my eyes. “Why?”
“Because I’m not that naive. You only want one thing.” Oh God, I sound like my mom.
His shoulders shake and his dimples are back, lickable dimples. Oh, no, bad Brook, don’t look at those dimples.
He leans into me, and the wall is at my back again, keeping me from retreating. “Maybe not naïve, but unimaginative.” His eyes drop to my lips, the heat in them unmistakable as he licks his own. “I can think of a-hell-of-a lot more than one thing I want, starting with those lips.”
All words escape me as he lowers his head, any bit of air rung out when he brushes his lips over mine. Barely there, but his tongue sneaks out and teases a small gasp from my mouth.
He takes it for consent and slips his arm around me, pulling me with him. “Come on.”
“No.” I close my eyes, struggling to gather my focus. He made it ever so tempting to say yes, but past insults fill my head. “Slut” “Whore” I couldn’t stand for that to follow me here.
His arm drops from me, and the warmth of his body disappears as he steps away. He’s wiping his lips with the back of his hand, and it’s clear he’s accepted it. “Fine.”
Then he walks away, disappearing into the next room.