January 16, 2015

BLINDSIDEDTOURBANNER

 

From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…

Two people. Two agendas. Two games.

What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?

As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.

The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.

Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.

If only it was that simple.

When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.

And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.

 

 

 

This is my first Emma Hart book, and boy am I glad I got to read it. Blindsided is the first book in a new series and I already miss Corey and Leah and can’t wait to get my hands on book 2. I love football and football players and Corey Jackson is now one of my favorites. From his sexy, dirty, smart ass mouth to his hot athletic body. The only thing better than Corey in this book is Leah. She is sassy, independent and doesn’t fall for his crap. Yeah, she’s attracted to him, but she fights him off, and very successfully I might add. They are both famous and they know who each other is, but she doesn’t need the spotlight of Hollywood to shine any brighter on her. It becomes a game to him. He wants her and he’s going to fight her every move. Little does he know that it’s a game to her as well. What happens when two people are playing but the rules are different? Someone has to lose and someone has to win. Can they figure out how to both be on the winning side or will they be blindsided by love or betrayal. Corey and Leah have amazing chemistry and some of the best banter that I’ve read in a long time. I love his sexy Texas drawl and her sarcastic wit. The secondary characters are hilarious and the friends everyone wishes they had. If you love to laugh, cry and think footballers are sexy, don’t miss this one!!He’s hot. The, er, tequila said so. Smart, that tequila.

“Babe, you wear a dress like that and you’re gonna get looked at. Don’t be blamin’ me for it.”
“You’re the most honest asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”
“It’s one of my better qualities.”
“Of which there are few.”

It’s like a game. Who can our-snark the other? Who’ll win the battle of the bitch? And I love every second because the fire she gets in her eyes is sexy as hell.

“I’m the best kind of gentleman, darlin’. I’m polite in public and filthy in private.”

Somewhere along the way, she became more than a prize. She became a gift – to me, from me.

 

 

“Thought you didn’t want me?” I whisper in her ear. “Hasn’t that been your motto for days?”

“I…don’t…” she replies breathily.

I curl my fingers inside her and push down on her clit. “Don’t give me that shit, Leah. My fingers are inside your gorgeously tight pussy right now. Don’t tell me you don’t fuckin’ want me.”

She drops her head forward onto my shoulder as I continue to work her, to rub her, to bring her closer to the edge. Before she goes, I pull my fingers from her and hold her face in front of mine.

“Corey,” she whispers. It’s deep and low, seductive and begging, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

“Tell me you want me.” I graze my teeth across her bottom lip. “Tell me you want me and I’ll give you what you need.”

“I want you.” Her breath fans over my mouth.

“Say my name.”

“Demanding bastard.” She manages a laugh, but it’s breathy and desperate. “I want you, Corey. Okay? I want you.”

My whole body goes taut, tight. Yes. Those are the words I’ve fucking wanted. I don’t care if I’ve had to tease her with my fingers and hold an orgasm for ransom to get them. What matters is that she said them, and she can’t take them back—not when she’s gyrating her hips against my hand.

“Corey,” she moans softly. “Now finish me off, for the love of fucking God.”

I move my fingers quickly inside her and rub her clit. And I look at her. I watch her lips part and her eyes close and her cheeks flush. I feel her breath quicken and her muscles tighten around me and her juices over my fingers. And finally, I hear her cry out as she comes. I hear her cry my motherfucking name into my shoulder as she comes.

My. Fucking. Name.

Her body collapses against mine, and I press kisses along her jaw to her lips. I cup the back of her head and hold her to me. Her falling apart in my arms is the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The glaze over her eyes, the quickening of her breathing, the moans from between those lips.

“You. Bastard,” she whispers into my neck.

 

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By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.

Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.

She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.

 

 

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