 What is it about football players? The cheerleaders love them. The players are the most popular guys in school. They are fit and athletic. Not to mention, look really good in those tight pants. Is it the confidence they exude or the charm? Back in my day, I had a big crush on a professional football player. He was the kicker for the Cleveland Browns. Like most girls my age, I wrote him a letter and received a signed photo in return. No matter how many times the Browns lost, I still believed Matthew would save the day and kick the winning field goal. Have you ever been enamored of a sports figure? Or if you could go on a date with one today, would you? Inkspell has your new favorite quarterback! He's got the charm and the drive to be the best...too bad he's taken... :) BLURB: Luke Caldwell has three abhorrent qualities to him: 1) He’s a pig-headed jock. 2) He’s a grade A asshole with the biggest, overbearing ego. 3) He’s a manwhore. These three qualities alone should’ve had me running for the hills. I tried to steer clear of him, I really did, but it was an impossible feat. Luke Caldwell was nothing if not persistent, and the way he bulldozed through my life, not taking no for an answer is proof of it. I tried to stay away from him. I wanted to hate him. But I couldn’t. Luke was nothing like the idiot jock I pegged him out to be. He became a friend, a confidant, and after one unforgettable night, he became so much more. Whatever this is between us, it’s impossible to ignore. I just hope when all is said and done, I won’t be burned by the college bad boy. EXCERPT: “How do you do it?” I blurt. He lifts his head and the crease between his brows deepens. “Do what?” “Get all these girls to fall all over you? How do you do it? I mean seriously. It’s like you don’t even try.” “I don’t.” “Then how?” I press. He cocks his head to the side, and stares at me. Like really stares at me, the look makes me shift uncomfortably next to him on the bed. “What can I say? I’ve got game. It all comes naturally,” he says with a careless shrug. “What a load of crap,” I scoff. “You don’t believe me? I’ll show you,” he says, getting off the bed and standing. He reaches behind his back and pulls his shirt over his head before I have a chance to object. “What the hell, Luke!” I screech. Completely ignoring me, he sits down next to me on the bed again, only this time, he’s facing me and he’s closer. Much closer. Without warning he grips my hand and places it over the contours of his abs. I suck in a sharp breath at the warmth radiating underneath my hand. His body is firm and hard, not a shred of fat. I look up at him through my lashes and stop breathing. The way he’s looking down at me…it makes my insides coil tightly. His eyes blaze with a look of pure lust and need. It hits me right in my core, and the apex between my thighs dampens. His pupils flare, and my heart is beating so loud, I’m certain he can hear it in the quiet of his room. “Do you feel anything?” he asks in a low, husky voice. I rub my lips together, trying to control my breathing. I swallow thickly. “No.” The word sounds like a croak coming out of my mouth. The corner of his mouth quirks, and his eyes light up. I suck in a gasp of air when his finger lightly touches the base of my throat. He trails his finger up toward my jaw, then down to my chest, stopping just before my cleavage. His touch leaves a trail of fire in its wake as he drags it across my skin. My breasts heave with each intake of breath, and my nipples involuntarily harden into erect points. Luke watches me and my reaction through hooded eyes, and I swear, I have never seen a look as sexy as the one he’s wearing right now. He inches closer, and his head cranes down toward my face like he’s going to kiss me. His cool breath wisps across the skin of my neck, and a tingle of arousal runs down my spine. Luke seductively licks his bottom lip, making it look enticing. Bringing his face near my ear, he whispers, “Feel anything, yet?” The words hit me down there, and my pussy clenches. His lips just barely graze the shell of my ear, and his breath tickles my neck with each soft-spoken word. My eyes flutter closed, and I let out an embarrassing pant of breath. I bite my bottom lip to keep from making any further noises. A pant was humiliating enough. “Natalia.” “Natalia.” He says a little louder this time. “Hmmm?” “It’s almost 4:30.” My eyes fling open, and I shoot away from him nearly falling off the bed. “Shit! I’m gonna be late!” “I know.” Luke chuckles. I hurriedly gather my books, stuffing everything in my bag, then fly out the door without saying goodbye. Luke’s laughter follows me till I’m outside. Praise of the book: “This book is a page turner for all the college romance lovers out there, I read this book in one sitting and would highly suggest it. S.M Soto brings the perfect amount of angst with sweet.” - USA Today Best Selling Author T.L Smith “The best sports romance I've read this past year!" - Holly S. Roberts author of the USA TODAY Best-Selling novel "Play" “OMG This book was absolutely amazing I loved it. Luke and Natalia are a perfect pair. Their witty banter back and forth and the angst. I could not put it down. Devoured this book in one night.” - Once Upon A Romance Blog “It doesn’t happen very often that I read a book cover to cover until three a.m., Scoring the Quarterback had me on my freaking knees! Kudos to you S.M. Soto!” – Zellie Geustyn (Beta Reader/Reviewer) Grab Your Copy! |
