September 13, 2017
Author: Adriana Locke
in magazines, but you know what? Most things you’ve heard about me are probably
room after the championship game last year.
Those were not modified.
keep that between us.)
Expose headline—the one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn
Miller’s sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated.
whole life. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adjust when the game
changes. And if there’s one thing I always do, it’s find a way to win.
has changed. There’s more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what
hasn’t changed? Me. I’m still Branch “Lucky” Best and I’m not about to fumble
about to make some headlines. (Again.)
I’m a huge fan of Adriana Locke and I’ve read all her books. I’ve loved them all for different reasons, but the thing that ties them altogether is the fantastic writing and the real, addicting characters. I know that I will be hooked from the first page and keep wanting more and more until the very end. Adriana can do something very few authors can. She makes you love her secondary characters as much as the main ones. She writes family. Friendships. She knows people and she knows what her fans want. We want sexy football players. Bad ass heroines. Best friends to envy and siblings to wish for. And Adriana delivers time and time again. Lucky Number Eleven is a football romance. One of my favorite kinds. Branch is a wide receiver and he’s famous, rich and a playboy. He doesn’t pretend to be someone he isn’t. He’s honest, direct and tells it like it is. While he’s away for the weekend with his best friend, Finn. He meets Finn’s sister, Layla. He’s instantly attracted to her, but knows he needs to keep his hands to himself or his best friend will kill him. After spending time with Layla, Branch feels more at home than he has in years. She brings out the man he used to be. The one he always thought he’d be. She’s genuine, sweet and hilarious and he just can’t stay away from her. It’s just a weekend fling, but it left him wanting more. More of her smiles. More of her laughter. Just more of her. But that’s not realistic and they both know it. Layla can’t help but want Branch. I mean, he’s sexy, funny, talented and handsome. He’s not exactly how she pictured the sexy playboy. He’s sweeter. Nicer and more fun. When they run into each other weeks later, it’s awkward. They have to talk, but can they be friends? What happens when obstacles block their way? I loved this story! I loved Branch and Layla’s chemistry and their banter. It was top notch! I loved that she didn’t fall all over herself because of who he is. She liked the man, not the player. Branch is a dick, but I still loved him. He was honest and it broke my heart that he didn’t have more faith in himself. Layla is seriously badass! There wasn’t anything about her that I didn’t like! And, please with Finn and Poppy! They are fantastic! I need more of them asafp! Poppy is the greatest best friend. I wanted to be her and have her in my life. Finn is the loving brother who would do anything for his sister. He just gets it. Overall, this is the perfect story filled with sexiness, fun, friendship, family and football! Go Number Eleven!!
P.S. One of my favorite scenes is when Branch and Layla play catch!
P.P.S. I love Poppy’s explanation of the men and the positions they play on the field. Priceless!
I guess I expected . . . more,” I tease, lifting my shoulders just a touch for effect.
“You want more? I have so much more you’d be screaming for less.”
“I’m about to get you nine inches closer if you don’t tell me no,” I growl.
“Let me think about it,” she says, tapping her pursed lips.
“Will it make you happy?”
“Yeah, but I don’t need it.”
“My job isn’t to decide what you need. It’s to make you happy.”
“That face isn’t my favorite on you.”
“Um, I only have one face.”
“That would be incorrect,”
Second,” I insist, shooting her a look, “weren’t you just telling me yesterday to stay away from guys like him?”
“I said nothing about wide receivers. That’s a whole different game.”
“I typically like the bottom so I can watch—oomph,” he says, getting another elbow from Finn. “Wide receiver. Why?”
Looking at Poppy, I can’t help but laugh as her eyes light up.
“You got a problem with wide receivers?” Branch asks.
“You do,” Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. “They aren’t any better than quarterbacks.”
Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. “Why do we not like quarterbacks?”
“My sister was dating Callum Worthington.”
“No shit?” His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. “How in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?”
“He didn’t. We’re not together anymore.”
Branch’s eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. “I’m not a bit sorry to hear that.”
“You better forget you heard any of that,” Finn warns. “This is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?”
“Finn, relax,” I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat. “I appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he says, pulling his gaze away from Branch. “But you can’t handle him.”
and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books.
After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys
created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount
of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her
outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her
contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com.
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