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First published January 18, 2016
"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.
Simple right?
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."
“Does dinner mean sleeping with you?”
“Hopefully when it’s over. But if you want to switch things up a bit and get to the f*ckng first, I’m happy to oblige.”
“No, thanks.”
“Relax, I’m joking. Dinner means dinner. You know, I take you out to some overpriced restaurant where we share a meal and I tell you how great I am.”
“Gee. How can I turn that invitation down?”
He winked. “That’s what I thought. I am sort of irresistible.”
“If you don’t say so yourself.”
“I don’t think women want romance as much as they think they do.”
I cackled. “You don’t know women very well.”
“Oh, but I think I do. I think most women, especially women who work hard and have a lot on their mind, prefer a man to come home, lift her off her feet and take her against the wall rather than hand her some bullshit flowers and pussyfoot around with sweet gestures all night.”
“We like bullshit flowers and sweet gestures.”
“Then you haven’t been fucked properly against a wall.”
“So you really don’t have anything against women in the locker room?”
“I have something against you in the locker room.” He pulled me from sitting to lying on top of him.
“Why?”
“Because the only dick I want you seeing these days in mine.”
“That’s an oddly sweet statement.”
“I’m an oddly sweet kinda guy. Now shut up and kiss me.”
“Every time I see you, you try to sabotage my interview.”
“Every time I see you, I expose myself to you.” He flashed me his trademark smile. “That’s how we show girls we like them where I’m from.”
“Where are you from, the jungle?”
“You want me inside of you as much as I want to bury myself. You just haven’t admitted it to yourself…” He craned his neck down so we were nose to nose. “Yet. But you will.”
“Yes, Tarzan.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Come here, Jane.” Brody’s hand squeezed the back of my neck while his mouth devoured mine.
“Brody Easton, the man who’d entered my life like a storm, had turned out to be my calm. How was that for irony?”
“As much as I’d love to watch you ride me, I think on top is what I’ll like best with you. And probably missionary. Because for some reason, there’s nothing more I want to do than watch your face as I sink deep inside of you.”
”Peace wasn’t about avoiding things. It was about making the choice to live life with all it’s chaos around you, and in the midst of it all, having calm in your heart.”
”His lips curled up into a full-blown wicked smile. “Before I could catch myself, my eyes dropped to his naked lower half. Shit. He was dangling in the wind….”.
“I can do exclusive. Hell, the thought of you with anyone else makes me fucking insane…I’ll probably fuck up and piss you a lot, but I’d like to try.” Brody
“I showed up an hour before our planned departure time…pretending that she had gotten the times mixed up.” “I’m sorry. I thought you said eleven.” I did. “Nope. Ten.” She was dressed in a pair of logoed steel sweats and a pink ribbed tank top-sans bra. “Nice sweats.” Nice tits. the damn things were saluting me.”
“When life knocks you down, stop and look around for one thing that’s good, because there is always something. Then cling to that good.”
"You're spooning me? Brody Easton spoons?"
"Only you, baby. But don't be surprised if you get woken up by my fork later."
"This shit was not over. And I was going to find out once and for all why she was pretending it was."
"Brody Easton, the man who'd entered my life like a storm, had turned out to be my calm. How was that for irony?"
"When life knocks you down, stop and look around for one thing that's good, because there is always something. Then cling to that good."
"I expected him to be a dick. I didn't expect him to show me his dick."Delilah, a sportscaster with World Media Broadcasting, is assigned to cover the happenings of the NFL teams across the country. Her first day on the job, she finds herself interviewing THE PLAYER, Brody, himself! He makes quite an introduction by allowing her a "full access view" to ALL of him! There is an instant tug of war between the two. Despite his best efforts, Brody is unable to shake the indestructible Delilah! Brody is intrigued and immediately has set his sight directly on her. She is no stranger to "the players" of the game and makes it clear that he is to keep his hands off.
"What's it going to take to get you underneath me, Delilah?"
"There's nothing else I would like to do than fuck you full of sorry."
"You're spooning me? Brody Easton spoons?" "Only you, baby. But don't be suprised if you get woken up by my fork later."The Baller was an exceptional read. It is overflowing with humor, witty dialogue, and a truly complex plot. Although there was a heavy hand of "insta-lust/love", I wasn't distracted by it in the least. Their relationship was well paced throughout the story and the conflicts were natural and sincere. Told in mostly dual POV, both Brody and Delilah can be compared to watching "Lucy and Ricky" or "Harry and Sally" carrying out a verbal smack down. The intensity these two characters maintained only ignited the sexual tension between the two. When they finally came together, I found myself actually cheering (out loud)! It was not steamy. It was explosive! In addition to my adoration for the main characters, the secondary characters enhanced this read ten-fold. They brought more depth to the plot and were critical to the story, as opposed to, the extra happening on the side! (Thank you for that Ms. Keeland!)
"I was totally falling for him."
“Yes, Tarzan.” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Come here, Jane.” Brody’s hand squeezed the back of my neck while his mouth devoured mine.
“If you fall in love with someone else, the other person you still love was never meant to be yours forever.”
“If I could do anything I wanted on a day off, I’d do...you.”
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“This dirty mouth wants to do dirty things to you.”