Intercepting Daisy
Love and Football #6
By: Julie Brannagh
Released September
6, 2016
Avon Impulse
Avon Impulse
Blurb
From USA Today bestselling author Julie Brannagh comes the next fun and incredibly sexy novel in her beloved Seattle Sharks series.
From USA Today bestselling author Julie Brannagh comes the next fun and incredibly sexy novel in her beloved Seattle Sharks series.
When Daisy Spencer wrote an erotic novella
about the Seattle Sharks' backup quarterback and her #1 crush, Grant Parker,
she never expected it to become a runaway bestseller. If anyone discovers she
wrote the sexy story, her days as a flight attendant for the Sharks would be
over. But once she gets to know the real man behind the fantasy, her heart may
be in more danger than her job.
Having Seattle fans think squeaky clean
Grant is wild in bed is the last thing he needs-even if it might be closer to
the truth than he will ever say. As he spends his days, and nights, with the
gorgeous Daisy, he's not interested in going back to the lonely life he once
led. But when the real author of the novella is finally outed, Grant and Daisy
must both reveal the secrets they've hidden away or risk losing a love that's
better than any fantasy.
My Thoughts:
Where do I beginning with Intercepting Daisy? First off, Daisy is a flight attend for Sharks and she has a secret passion, writing. Well, she had written a steam story about Grant Parker. She may have gone about it the wrong way when she published the story, but it happen. I had a few issues with how Daisy went about this, and to the average reader it probably won't bother them. However, that is a minor detail compare to when she starts dating Grant. Grant is curious about who wrote this book about him. He's kind of turned on, but at the same time worried about his image. After all the guy he replaced was bad news to the Sharks and he doesn't want to lose his job, because his image might be tarnish.
Overall, I did find the story a cute read even with my little issue with Daisy's writing and how she went about publishing it. I have no problem with the self publishing, but it has to do with a few of the things that she did. I thought they were cute together. Looking for a cute quick read, Intercepting Daisy might be for you.
Excerpt:
Grant Parker heard a loud crack as he rolled over in his date’s
bed and onto something buried in the sheets. He looked at the sleeping form
next to him and sighed in relief when she didn’t stir.
He extracted an e-reader from under one of his hips as he sat
up and stared at a large horizontal fracture in the screen in the dim light from
her bathroom. Crap. Grant couldn’t remember her name, but he was willing to bet
she remembered his. Even more, she was probably going to be pissed about the
broken e-reader.
Shaking his head to clear out some of the cobwebs, he knew he
needed to get his ass out of here. He had a hundred bucks in his wallet. He’d
leave the money to replace the e-reader (along with a note) ten seconds before
he walked out the front door of her apartment. Still too drunk to drive, he
would call Uber as soon as he got outside.
He’d met her at a bar last night. She was exactly what he’d
wanted: a woman who wanted one night with him. They’d had a lot of drinks, and
they’d taken a cab to her place. Minutes later, they were naked. He’d had her
twice before they both fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. He wondered what the
biggest aphrodisiac was for the women who fucked his brains out on a regular
basis: that he played pro football or that they were delighted to discover he
was an excellent lay. She’d have several orgasms to remember him by.
The Sharks’ PR department worked overtime to craft his
squeaky-clean image. Grant had arrived in Seattle as a result of being drafted
out of his small, conservative Christian college’s football team. The Sharks
had cut their former backup QB after a DUI and a sexual assault arrest. Grant
was in the right place at the right time. Grant’s parents were also the
nationally known pastors of a megachurch in Texas, which seemed to seal the
deal for the Sharks.
It was clear in Grant’s combine interview with the team’s head
coach and the general manager that any hint of bad behavior in his personal
life would not be tolerated. The team believed Grant’s background and football
skills would go a long way to smoothing things over with angry fans. Grant wanted
to play for Seattle. It was the perfect situation.
The Sharks’ PR department circulated pictures of him to the
local media with approved dates—girls from the local Christian college, for
instance. He’d take them to dinner and a movie or a game. He’d walk them to
their front door by ten pm, kiss
them on the cheek, and make sure they were safely inside before he got in his
car and went looking for what he really wanted: raw, anonymous sex with someone
he knew he had no intention of seeing again.
He didn’t lie to anyone he was with. He had told each woman before they went to her place
that he was in for one night and one night only. He told them he didn’t have
sex without protection, which he provided. They nodded, smiled, and tried every
sexual enticement in their arsenal to change his mind. It seemed that the women
he dated always wanted what they could not have. If he met someone who boinked
his brains out and told him to leave as soon as he got dressed, he’d be back
for more. So far, it hadn’t happened.
He knew he was playing with fire for being so
public. He knew he should find
a woman who was interested in a mutually beneficial (and highly confidential)
arrangement. He wasn’t callous or cavalier toward anyone else’s feelings. He
just wasn’t interested in getting tied down to anyone, at least in the short
term. If he got caught having multiple one-night stands, his carefully
constructed image would blow up in his face, and any chance he had of
succeeding Tom Reed, the Sharks’ starting QB, would be gone.
He understood his behavior could be chalked up to doing the
forbidden, to the idea he was getting away with something he shouldn’t do. What
kind of idiot would jeopardize eight million dollars a season for standing on
the sidelines with a clipboard sixteen Sundays a year by taking such a risk?
The Sharks organization wanted their fans to believe Grant spent his evenings
with his playbook and turned in early. Alone. Preferably after reading a few
pages of the Bible and saying his prayers. He was a normal, healthy guy with a
normal, healthy sex drive. Was this a crime?
Grant wanted to watch the Sharks’ starting QB Tom Reed on the
sidelines holding a clipboard as Grant threw TD after TD. He wanted to be the
guy in the hundred-foot-tall mural screen painted on the side of Sharks
Stadium. He also wanted to be the guy who’d get his pick of twice as many women
who all wanted to do him. After all, the ladies wanted the real thing: a
starter.
He clicked on the small button that activated the e-reader. It
still worked, despite the cracked screen. He saw the title of the last book she
was reading, Overtime Parking; a
picture of him crossing the tarmac at an airport to get on the Sharks’ team
plane was on the cover.
He’d been the subject of a lot of press, but someone had
written a book about him? He hadn’t seen this yet. He was surprised his agent
or the team publicist hadn’t told him about it. He’d have to call them both
tomorrow. Maybe he should take a look at a page or two to figure out if this
was an unauthorized biography.
He touched the unbroken part of the screen with his fingertip,
and the text appeared.
And I shoved Parker’s football
pants down with both hands. He was naked beneath and sporting a gigantic
erection.
“Want it?” he said.
“Yes.” I unzipped my jeans and
wriggled until both jeans and underwear slipped to my knees. I unhooked my bra
and pushed my sweater up around my neck. I lay back on the hood of his car in
the team’s parking lot, spreading my legs, entirely exposed to him. In full
view of anyone walking past. The parking lot was full of cars; it was a matter
of time before we were discovered.
I reached down to touch
myself, to move my fingers in the wetness I felt dripping out of me. I wanted
to show him I could come from staring at him and stroking my clit. I wanted him
to see it all and to want me as badly as I wanted him.
“Fuck me,” I said.
He yanked my jeans and my
panties off and pushed my legs up over his shoulders. I couldn’t concentrate on
anything besides his arms caging me, his mouth on mine, his hard, massive dick
entering me seconds later. I arched into him, my nipples scraping against his
rock-hard chest. He grabbed my ass to pull me into his pistoning hips. Somehow,
it was even more thrilling to know we might have an audience, and I ground into
him as a result.
“Oh, God. Fuck me! I have to
have you!” I told him as I moved against him. He pounded into me, over and
over. I heard flesh slapping against flesh and the muffled groans of
satisfaction deep in his throat. I wrenched my mouth from his, raked my nails
down his back, and let out a loud cry.
“More!” I cried out. “Harder!”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you
harder,” he growled as he thrust again. I wrapped my legs around his hips as
tightly as I could. My clit rubbed against his pelvis as I moved against him.
The hood of his car was cold but slippery against my back. It was going to be
covered with our juices by the time we were done. There was nothing like the
smell of sex; it surrounded us in the cold night air. I reached down to grab
his ass with both hands, pulling him closer.
“Faster,” I cried. “More!”
“I’ll give you more,” he said
roughly. “I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to fuck you again. Right
here. Where everyone can see us. They’ll know how dirty you are, how badly you
want it. How you’d fuck them too.”
He was breathing hard. He
thrust faster, and I could feel myself coming, lust and adrenaline coursing
through my bloodstream as I reached between us to rub my clit. “That’s it,” he
said. “You want it. You want everyone to see you coming all over me, don’t you?
Come for me. Come now.”
I let out a scream as my
entire body convulsed around him. The waves of pleasure and release went on and
on. I must have blacked out for a few seconds; I could hear applause and
whistles as I came to. I saw a knot of guys a few feet from us; I was beyond
caring that I was laid out like a naked, panting feast in front of them. I was
limp in his arms, and he grinned down at me. He turned, made a slight bow to
the onlookers, and turned back to me. His dick was already getting hard again
as I watched.
“Ready for round two?” he
said. “I’m going to do every nasty thing to you you’ve ever dreamed of. In
front of them. And you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Grant stared in shock at the broken e-reader’s screen. What the
hell was this?
Goodreads Series Link https://www.goodreads.com/series/112833-love-and-football
Author Info
When
she’s not writing, she’s reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her favorite NFL
team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden Heart
finalist and the author of contemporary sports romances.
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