Published by Self-Published on January 18th 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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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.
Just looking at this eye-catching cover, I knew that this book had to be something special. And sure enough, I was not wrong. “Baller” was certainly everything I expected and so much more!
“Baller” is about an attractive, young woman named Delilah Maddox who happens to be in the male dominant profession of a sportscaster. Brody Easton is an arrogant foot player who believes that woman have no business being in the men’s locker room. During their very first interview, Brody attempted to get a rise out of Delilah but it had the opposite effects and this is what triggers his fascination. He wants her badly and will go at great lengths to make her his.
What was great about the situation was Delilah gave chase rather than tripping onto his dick immediately ( I wouldn’t have judged her either way coz my god the man is sexy). Brody didn’t seem the type who would be willing to go the extra mile to woo a woman but he sure did for Delilah. I loved that we witness an actual courtship and although Brody was extremely flirtatious and crass he unexpectedly had that rare ability to romance a woman. And romance he did! Even the smallest of gestures had me swooning.
I thought the couple were great together. The chemistry between the two absolutely fantastic! The back and forth dialogue between them was remarkably entertaining. Given the fact that Delilah didn’t give in easily gave the story that angst that I enjoy in romance. There were certain matters of the heart on both of their parts that had me biting my nails towards the end but that too was well-played out.
Overall, “Baller” was a well-written romance. A romance that had the perfect balance between sexiness, playfulness and even seriousness. A book that I would definitely recommend for new and not so new Vi Keeland fans alike.
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.”
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