Release Day April 13
Four people. Four goals. Four endings.
In the third and final book of the USA Today bestselling By His Game series, the rules of the game no one knew theyâd have to play are blurring, and when the past becomes the opposing team, hearts arenât the only thing at stake of being lostâ¦
Finding naked pictures of her best friend on her boyfriendâs phone wasnât in Everleigh Whiteâs five year plan. Neither was moving back to Los Angeles, the city of dreams that never managed to make hers come true. Thereâs only so many years you can be in love with your best friend before you realize heâs never going to love you back, after all. If only her ex would stop showing up at the gym where she works, sheâd be much happier.
Being a father at nineteen wasnât how Reid North, the Vipersâ wide receiver, imagined his life going, but when his ex-girlfriend tricked him into parenthood, he accepted it. Eventually. Now, with his ex on the verge of being released from prison, heâs holding onto full custody of his seven year old son, Leo. Football and Leo have left Reid no time for datingâ¦ Until Everleigh comes back.
His best friend his whole life, Everleigh never knew Reid loved her. She left before he could tell her. Now sheâs back in front of him, and heâs not letting go. Even if all he gets is her friendship again. But in a city like L.A., dreams come true when youâre least expecting it.
So do nightmares.
With their exes beating down their doors with demands and explanations, their hesitant and building relationship is threatened at every corner. Theyâre at serious risk of being intercepted by the past, and thatâs a ball Reid is determined to catch.
Except desperation can lead to stupidityâand Reid soon realizes he canât catch every ball, no matter how perfectly itâs thrown to him. This time a fumble could cost more than a few points.
It could cost him everything.
(INTERCEPTED is the third and final book in the By His Game series and can be read as a standalone, although it is advised to read BLINDSIDED and SIDELINED before, in this order.)
I follow him down the sidewalk, feeling a little antsy. I mean, he looks like Reid. Okay, an older Reid, but still Reid. He sounds like Reid, he acts like Reid, but heâ¦ feels like someone else. He doesnât feel like the guy who dragged me out from behind curtains at parties and forced me to the dance, or the guy who begged me to go to his high school and college football games because he insisted he always caught better when I was there.
He feelsâ¦ rawer. Realer. Rougher.
And Iâm terrified.
He was always the one person I struggled to say no to. It was his eyes, and his smile, and the fact that I was crazy fucking in love with him. Iâm afraid that now, although four years have passed, that I wonât be able to say no, either
That much is obvious by the fact Iâm standing outside a sandwich shop Iâve never seen in my life.
âTrust me,â Reid says, smiling as he pushes the door open.
I stare at him flatly. Still, I follow him in like a little puppy because Iâm always game for a good sandwich.
âTwo meatball subs,â Reid orders. âBoth toasted with cheese, but one with extra cheese. No salad or sauces on either.â Order done, he looks back at me and winks.
God. He even remembers the sandwich.
âThis isnât good for my diet,â I mutter, following him along the counter to the register.
âOr mine.â He smirks, glancing at me and running his eyes over my body. âAnd for what itâs worth, you could probably have another cheat day without it making a difference.â
I hit his arm again. âShut up. You canât perve on me. Itâs wrong.â
âThatâs what you think.â He hands over twenty bucks and raise his eyebrow at me. Then, leaning in, he whispers, âMy cock thinks different, Ever.â
I swallow. Well, shit. How am I supposed to respond to that?
Iâm not. Thatâs right. Iâm not.
I take my warm sandwich from the counter and grip it tightly, heading toward a table in the corner. I slide into the seat against the wall and unwrap my sandwich at a snailâs pace. Each crinkle of the paper surrounding it seems ten times louder than normal as I studiously ignore Reidâs bulky, muscular form sitting opposite me.
Dammit. I shouldnât be attracted to him. I shouldnât consider being attracted to him.
Sure, I was before. In the âyouâre handsome, be my Prince Charmingâ kinda way. Now, though? Now itâs a, âholy crap, rip off my clothes and ravish me on your backseat!â kinda attracted.
Iâm not saying either way is bad. Iâm just saying that I would prefer for the first type of attracted.
I bite into the sandwich so I donât have to talk to him. But, apparently, he doesnât get the message.
âI didnât know you worked at the gym.â
I swallow. âYou say it like itâs the only gym in Los Angeles.â
âItâs just... the gym.â He smirks. He studies me for a second before the curve turns downward. âWhyâd you leave, Ev?â
âYou knew I was going.â
âSure I did. I just didnât know you were going Casper on my ass and fucking off without a word.â
My eyes fall and I focus on my sandwich. Carelessly, I pick at the top of the bread. âI had my reasons, okay? It was easier for me if the media didnât follow me so intently. You know they thought I was going to star on Broadway instead of college.â
âGod, youâre a damn shit liar, Everleigh White.â
âItâs the truth, Reid, okay? They were all up in Dadâs business because of the Hartman movie, and when those Broadway rumors started it was bullshit. I ran without anyone knowing so they wouldnât follow me. It lasted a week, but I didnât have them timing my pees on the plane so there we go.â I glance up. âBelieve me, okay? Iâm not lying.â Not entirely, anyway.
âWhenever youâve told me youâre not lying, youâve been lying.â The force of his gaze makes me look up. âI still fucking know you, Ever. You havenât changed a single damn bit.â
âAnd you still canât control your f-bomb,â I shoot back.
âSays the girl who drops it like she drops the word âhiâ at a high school reunion.â
âKiss my ass.â
âYou offerinâ, firecracker?â
âYou taking me up on it?â
âI could flip you over this table in a second and you know it.â
I narrow my eyes and grab my half-eaten sandwich. Standing, I reach toward the trashcan and slam the screwed-up package into it, leaving the lid to slam down as I turn on my heel and head for the door.
Reid says nothing. But he follows me. I hear his footsteps against the tiled floor of the sandwich place, and he grabs the door the second I let it go, stopping it from slamming.
My feet pound against the sidewalk. Jesus, I donât remember him being this so fucking infuriating before. Was he this demanding? Or frustrating? Or goddamned annoying?
Hell to it all. Was he this fucking sexy?
No, siree. No, he was not.
And thatâs the frickinâ problem.
From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of allâ¦
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywoodâs sweetheart, Leah Veronica canât even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so itâs no wonder sheâs launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipersâ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronicaâthe first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leahâsâat least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywoodâs finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if theyâve been blindsided by love or reality, and if itâs worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
Three people. Three motives. Three reasons.
When the game leaves the field in the second book in the USA Today bestselling BY HIS GAME series and mixes with sex, lies, and betrayal, the future isn't the only thing on the line...
Macey Kelly has sworn off men. Unless theyâre going to zip in and out of her apartmentâand her vaginaâquicker than they can give her an orgasm, sheâs not interested. Finding out her boyfriend of three years got her cousin pregnant was a total confidence knock. Luckily for Macey, confidence is
something she has in abundance, so all Mitchâs asshole move did was make her pretty cynical toward men.
The last thing Jack Carr needs at the start of the season is for a dark-haired, sexy as sin, gyspyesque beauty to be consuming his thoughts. Football is his life, which leaves no time for girls. Unless theyâre the love âem and leave âem girls. Becoming one of the best running backs the league has ever seen by racking up the yards is his top priorityâ¦ not bedding Macey Kelly, despite her affinity for blow jobs and total sexual abandon.
Avoiding each other is the perfect solution, but when your best friends are in a serious living together kind of relationship, that isnât always an option. Sometimes, sex on tap is the easiest option. And the sweetest.
Until Mitch shows up with a bombshell that could shatter Maceyâs perfectly carved out life. Itâs been a year, but he isnât giving her up, not now he has a chance at winning her back. And he knows her buttons. Every single one of them.
Unfortunately for him, Jack Carr isnât a loser. The star running back has his eye on the Vince Lombardiâand on Macey. But seeing her hanging between them both isnât something heâs down with, not when he discovers why sheâs so against anything more-ish, as she puts it.Macey quickly realizes sheâs the ball being passed between two desperate yet opposing teams, and that only one of them can score the touchdown. But will the winner be the guy she lived with and loved for three years, or will the winner be the guy who understands her and makes her body come alive?
In this game, someone will be sidelined, and calling the play isnât always as easy as it seems.
(SIDELINED is a full-length, standalone novel. It's not necessary to read BLINDSIDED before this book, but it is advised.)
RELEASE DAY: MARCH 2, 2015
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.