June 4, 2019

Today we are celebrating the release of a sports romance, standalone title by Carrie Aarons. THE SECOND COMING is live now and available to read for FREE in KindleUnlimited. It is the first book in the Rogue Academy series! Follow Carrie for exclusive updates about the series.


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The Second Coming by Carrie Aarons

Available Now | Rogue Academy, #1

Read it for FREE in KindleUnlimited: mybook.to/TheSecondComingAMZ

Book Blurb:

They call him the second coming.
Of honor for British football.
Of God in an athlete’s body.
Of every English woman’s fantasy.

Jude Davies is my country’s prodigy on the pitch. More famous than the nobility in Buckingham Palace, he and his merry band of scoundrels rule the Rogue Football Academy and the London nightlife scene alike.

And now, he’s aiming his well-honed set of skills directly at me. His devilish charm is lethal, but with the tragic hand life has dealt me, distractions like him aren’t an option.

Plus, we’re only playing a game. One of convenience, where he needs me to save his reputation, and I need his money to save the one person I love.

Until he wraps me around that immoral finger.
Until I crave that reckless, wild high he provides.
Until I hope for a future that will never happen.

That’s the thing about going toe-to-toe with the next football legend. He’s faster, stronger, and will destroy me every time.


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Sandra's Review

5 out of 5 stars

The Second Coming is the first book in the Rogue Academy series by the fabulous Carrie Aarons. I do love a good sports romance and Carrie writes fantastic ones. This time is English Football. Yum!!!
Aria is a seamstress by day and an groundskeeper at night at the famous Rogue Academy. She doesn’t have time for distractions in her life. She works and takes care of her dad. That’s all she has time for besides the three hours of sleep she gets at night. So when the famous football player comes sniffing around, she wants none of it. Even if he is hotter than sin and makes her want things she never thought she needed. He is a charming scoundrel who could have any woman so why is he chasing after her? The one who wants to stay invisible.
Jude knows he could get any woman he wants. He is that cocky but he wants her. Aria. The woman who challenges him in every way. He doesn’t just want her body but he wants to get to know her. This is a first for him. He doesn’t want to fuck it up. Can he show her that he isn’t the player she reads about in the tabloids? That she isn’t just another conquest? That she truly means something to him. That she makes him want to be a better man and role model?
Aww! I loved Jude and Aria! She doesn’t take his shit and he loves that about her. They are from two totally different worlds but they have so much in common at the same time. Responsibilities. Ones people at their age shouldn’t have. It makes them stronger but at the same time they need to find balance. Can they find that in each other?
Overall…it’s a fast read that sucked me in. I loved the characters. Their story. The heat. The love. The passion. For life, love, and careers. I can’t wait for the next book. It’s going to be one hell of a ride.
“He’s just never seen a girl with a backbone before, it’s nothing personal.” Jude grins.
“Glad I can teach them, and you, what a real lady acts like.”
“Good. Because when I take you into that bedroom, I want to leave my mark on your body, and your mind. One you’ll never be able to scrub off. You’ll never be able to forget the first time we came together.”
This reporter thought she’d be getting easy prey, when in reality she’s on a call with a quiet killer.



“You look … smart.” Aria’s hazel orbs betray her polite words. She can’t tear her gaze off my suit and that was my plan.

I’d promised to stay out of trouble when it came to the media. I never promised not to cause trouble with her. And when I told her we were going out for some celebratory drinks, even if I hadn’t played in today’s victory, it wasn’t as if she could say no. I’m paying her to be here, to do basically anything I ask. Besides sleep with me, of course, because she’d already drawn the line that she wasn’t a slag for hire.

And the way she looks right now … Aria has trouble written all over her.

A simple long sleeve black dress that falls to her mid-calf hugs her body like a glove. It’s the first time I’ve seen her out of those baggy clothes she wears while working on campus, and bloody hell was it worth the wait. Aria has the classic figure of a Coca-Cola bottle; round, supple tits stacked on top of a tiny waist which curves out into bodacious hips and a perky arse. I could run my hands down the line of her body and ride my fingers along the peaks and valleys. The dress is one that could have been pulled off the rack at any of those discount stores for teenage girls’ clothing, but on her it’s sinful.

“Didn’t realize you’d have anything like that in your closet.” My eyes rake over that body, two hot coals in search of somewhere to singe her.

Aria’s chin drops to her chest, her gaze fixated on the hotel room floor, and I can tell that I’ve embarrassed her. Only, I’m not sure why. She’s a bombshell, and I’m sure the local boys in Clavering have been nipping at her heels for ages.

“It’s very old. Had to be dusted off. It’s not … designer or anything.” She still won’t look up, curtains of golden hair swinging in front of her face.

Walking to her, my black custom-leather shoes tapping on the shiny hardwood, I invade her space. Instantly, Aria’s shoulder rise with tension and I can see the barriers flying up behind her eyes.

A gentleman would have backed off, but I think we all know I’m not one of those. Sticking two fingers under her chin and pulling up, I make her look me in the eyes.

“No one said it had to be. You’re a knockout, Aria. Not that you want me telling you that, but you are. Just because you hide this body under clothing ten sizes too big doesn’t mean I haven’t noticed it.”

Desire has her irises dilating, I can tell. I know when a woman wants me, even if she won’t admit it to herself.

Aria straightens, backing away from me. “What is it that you need me to do tonight?”

The grin that stretches my lips is wicked. “Watch my drinking. Weed out any slags who seem like they might cause a disastrous outcome for me. Alert me if any tabloid shite points their camera my way. Basically, keep me from going off the rails, but let me have a little bit of fun.”

She clearly thinks she knows what my meaning of fun is because those hazel eyes roll to the ceiling. “Do we have a curfew?”

“Oh, love, you’ve never gone out in London before, have you?” I tease.




Author of romance novels such as Red Card and Privileged, Carrie Aarons writes books that are just as swoon-worthy as they are sarcastic. A former journalist, she prefers the stories she dreams up, and the yoga pant dress code, much better.

When she isn’t writing, Carrie is busy binging reality TV, having a love/hate relationship with cardio, and trying not to burn dinner. She lives in the suburbs of New Jersey with her husband, daughter and dog.



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