Release Date: May 9, 2016
SYNOPSIS
They'll do anything to hide what they want, even though it's each other they want most. Determined to keep their friends-with-benefits status under-wraps, Luke and Delaney spend their junior year of college sneaking around. Once the truth is revealed, their relationship takes off, but not without the challenges from Delaney's carefree attitude or Luke's overbearing parents. Luke’s determined to standby the girl he loves and trust she’s doing the right thing, despite his hectic baseball schedule that keeps him on the road. When Delaney's past threatens to destroy them, will forgiveness be enough for them to realize they were each other's lucky catch?
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Luke
“That was fucking amazing!” The hottie peeled her body off mine and moaned a few times before falling to her side of the bed.
“You were damn, good, too.” I panted for air, trying desperately to refill my lungs. This woman was desperate to wear me out. After a few deep breaths, I rolled to my side, eyeing the gorgeous brunette next to me. “So, are you going to tell me your name?”
“No.” She laughed, finger-combing her messy hair. “You don’t need to know it. Trust me.”
Strike one.
I grunted. “That’s not fair.”
“What’s not fair?” She stared at me with a dubious look, even though she knew what I was talking about.
“You know my name and I don’t know yours.”
A slight smile emerged through her fake stare. “Everyone knows your name, Luke Thompson.” She winked.
I shook my head. “I doubt it.”
“Whatever.” She waved a hand. “First baseman for Park Hill University. You’re known around here.”
Despite what she thought, I wasn’t that popular. Unless you followed baseball most people on campus didn’t know me, which was fine. I could do without all the attention – helped me keep my focus. Or at least what my parents wanted me to focus on – landing with a major league baseball team. I loved playing, but wasn’t sure I wanted to do it for a living. My passion was in the training room and earning a degree in sports exercise would hopefully work to my advantage.
“Are you a stalker or something?” I retracted slightly, hoping she wasn’t some kind of bat-shit crazy woman.
“I guess you can say that.” She gave me a sexy shrug. “I’ve had you on my To Do List for a while.”
“Your what?” I half laughed, half shuddered at the thought that this woman was after me. I normally kept an eye out for those only interested in a Mrs. Degree, but between the beer and shots, I’d somehow gotten careless. She made it damn easy to get in her pants so I figured what the hell.
“Yay, you know, a list of guys I want to have sex with.”
I choked on my spit and coughed. “I guess you don’t have any issues with consensual sex, huh?”
“Not at all.” Her bright, sparkling blue eyes surveyed me purposefully. I wasn’t sure if she wore color enhancing contacts or what, but I’d never seen eyes that blue before. “We’re adults.”
“In that case, you want to hook up again?” I rose up on my forearms as she crawled out of bed. Long, dark hair cascaded down her back leading to hips like I’d never seen before. With a perfect ass and a tiny waist, I couldn’t wait to get her from behind.
“Maybe,” she said, gathering her clothes.
“Can you at least give me your phone number?” My eyes stayed fixed, unable to stop watching her dress. She didn’t seem to mind, giving me a full frontal view of everything. And boy do I mean everything.
“No.” Her voice was blunt, without a hint of teasing or flirting present.
Strike two.
I fell back against the pillow. How I managed to get this woman in bed was beyond me. Then it occurred to me that she was the one that got me in bed. This game was totally in her control.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
CM Doporto lives in the great state of Texas with her husband, son, and daughter enjoying life with their extensive family along with their Chihuahua, Mexican Redhead Parrot and several fish. She writes Young Adult and New Adult swexy stories about ordinary women who do extraordinary things, become a heroine, and find love along the way.
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