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Author<\/h2>\nHolly Roberts<\/p>\n
USA Today Best-Selling Author Holly S. Roberts is a retired sex crimes and homicide detective who managed to retain her sense of humor. She writes under three pen names dreaming about stories from life on the street as a beat cop in an unflattering blue uniform to erotic romance.<\/p>\n
She married her high school sweetheart at the age of eighteen after experiencing love at first sight at age twelve. Her husband took a little longer to realize he couldn’t live without her but came along nicely after he stopped fighting fate.<\/p>\n
D’Elen McClain is her paranormal romance pen name and Suzie Ivy her tough crime fighting alter ego pen name.<\/p>\n
Her two dogs, Dizzy, a Rottweiler with anxiety issues, and Duchess, her overweight Chihuahua, sleep at her feet while she writes steamy fantasies at her home high in the Arizona mountains. She also keeps her pen in blue ink as a contributing writer for UniformStories.com, Below The Salt News, and Bad Luck Detective blog.<\/p>\n
When Killian MacGregor, the hottest quarterback in the NFL, eyes the perfect pair of female legs, he spends an hour tracking the gorgeous woman in a room filled with rowdy teammates until one gets out of line.<\/p>\n
Rebecca Cavanaugh, a long distance runner for the state team, intimidates boys and men with her quick wit and majestic height. The pre-season jock party isn\u2019t her scene, but she\u2019s roped into attending to provide her sister a sober ride home.<\/p>\n
Hiding in the kitchen to avoid the athletic sex fest, a drunken thug forces Rebecca to her knees, and waves a giant ding-dong in her face. Before Rebecca can extricate herself from the hairy situation, an unknown champion saves the night. When Killian assists Rebecca off the floor, she\u2019s stunned into silence while staring at the sexiest man alive.<\/p>\n
Will Killian\u2019s bad boy rep and Rebecca\u2019s need for commitment, make this the most impossible \u201cPlay\u201d of the season? Or, will Killian\u2019s haunting past and need for victory destroy the most important game of his life?<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay\u201d is intended for mature readers 18+. Enjoy with caution\u2026 this book contains adult situations, sex, and more balls than a girl knows what to do with.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t comment, just pulled around the long circular drive and headed out to the main road. The campus was twenty minutes away without traffic, and for once I wished there was a mile-long pileup. I wanted to breathe in his scent for the rest of the night; hell\u2026the rest of my life. Sable-haired babies; tall, coordinated athletes. We\u2019d make the perfect children if they looked like their father. A laugh escaped my lips. Crazy. I was absolutely certifiable.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to share the joke?\u201d In the close confines of the car, his thick, molasses voice made me fidget.<\/p>\n
My good-girl sense of honor got the best of me and I spilled part of the beans. \u201cThis is unreal. I\u2019m sorry, I don\u2019t want to make you uncomfortable, but really. You\u2026Killian MacGregor, driving me home.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a low, sexy chuckle. \u201cMy mother would be proud.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh gosh\u2026you even have a mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time he laughed and every nerve ending I possessed went on high alert. My nipples tightened, my breathing grew shallow, and I clenched my thighs tighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, and I was even created the old-fashioned way.\u201d<\/p>\n
He. Did. Not. Just. Say. That.<\/p>\n
His next words drew me out of my fantasy.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned and looked at his profile\u2014the line of his jaw, the curve of his nose\u2026still perfect even in shadow.<\/p>\n
I took a long a breath. \u201cTwenty-one and old enough to know better than to let my sister drag me to a party like the one we just left. Sorry, no disrespect, but that\u2019s not my scene.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had completely blown it now. Given away the fact that \u201cslutty college girl\u201d wasn\u2019t my thing even if, for the first time in my life, I wanted to qualify for the slut Olympics. I couldn\u2019t help thinking about what he saw\u2026my favorite skirt, a tad too short, but it accented my legs, which were my best feature. Unfortunately, when it came to my chest, there was nothing much to show. I\u2019d worn a peach-colored, button-up blouse with just a touch of lace on the shoulders for sleeves; more clothes than any two girls at the party wore, including my sister. My nothing-special brown hair had been curled, but was now in complete disarray. I was tall and gangly looking, though he had no idea I was usually quite coordinated and lithe.<\/p>\n
He glanced at me and the headlights from an oncoming car showed that sexy tilt to his lips.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you run for the college team?\u201d He turned his head back to the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. Scholarship.\u201d I wasn\u2019t ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you\u2019re good?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMiddle of the pack.\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t say anything after that. I gave directions when we got closer. He pulled in front of the dilapidated college-like dorm apartments and my hand went to the door handle.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not touch that.\u201d There it was again, his \u201cdon\u2019t mess with me\u201d voice.<\/p>\n
Funny, because I didn\u2019t even consider going against his order.<\/p>\n
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