Is this man: A) a super-hot NFL player, B) the guy you’re sexting, or C) your new boss?
If you’re Carrie Herron, the answer is all of the above. First Carrie starts exchanging steamy text messages with the sexy single dad she meets in line at the grocery store. Then she lands a job—and a bedroom—as the live-in nanny for the daughter of the Milwaukee Dragons’ newest star. But when Carrie shows up for work and realizes that they’re actually the same guy, she has no choice but to try to keep things professional. After all, Seth Chamberlain is her boss now. Her chiseled, charismatic, oh-so-tempting boss. . . .
After getting traded from Houston to Milwaukee, Seth’s having a tough time keeping his head in the game, let alone setting up his daughter in a brand-new city. So if the only nanny his daughter will tolerate while he’s on the road is the gorgeous, cosplay-loving redhead he’s had his eye on, well, so be it. Surely he can resist Carrie until football season is over. But with her knowing glances and kissable lips driving him wild, Seth must decide whether he’s ready to put everything on the line.
I like sports romance in which the hero, or heroine, as the case may be, is actually living the life of a professional athlete. In this one, Seth is a football player for the Milwaukee Dragons who needs some help with his 12 year old daughter and Carrie is unemployed and hunting for a position as a teacher, but despite a number of interviews, is not having any luck finding a new job.
As Seth is new to Milwaukee, while he has friends, he left his family and support system back in Houston, and he needs a way to lead his life in the NFL while giving stability to his daughter. Enter Carrie, the new nanny (although, they had met previously and there was some flirting before they knew who each other was) and the problem is solved.
Yet, as often happens, the solution to one problem brings another one...in this case, the amazing attraction they have for one another and the fact that now that she is caring for his daughter, they feel this is not something they can act on.
And, a good portion of this is them fighting the attraction, giving in a little bit, and then pulling away. It was hot, it was realistic, and it kept me turning the pages.
There was an element that I thought was a little unnecessary with a person from the past. It was tossed in quickly, so it didn't really mess up the story, but the time spent on it didn't seem quite right, and I didn't totally believe the response of this person.
But, this was minor, and overall I really enjoyed this title, and I am looking forward to the next in the series.
i recommend this book.
She took several long, slow breaths with her eyes closed, trying to
ground herself and remember all the reasons she couldn’t throw herself at Seth
and kiss him right that instant. When she finally got her pulse back in the
vicinity of normal, she opened her eyes, scanning the lot for a trash can. She
didn’t want her mostly empty cup to drip in Seth’s car.
She spotted one near the building and pushed off the hood to walk away.
“I’m going to—”
The rest of the words died on her tongue when Seth’s hand wrapped
around her upper arm and turned her back toward him. She looked up, taking in
the six feet four inches—yeah, she’d looked up his stats—of broad, delicious
man filling her vision.
She didn’t breathe as she watched him rake his gaze over her. The
hunger she felt in it made her nipples harden to the point of visibility, but
she was too turned on to care. As if he didn’t already know what he did to her.
Huffing out a breath, he took the step into her space. Another step
forward and her back pressed against the SUV’s hood, his hand slid into her
hair, and his lips descended on hers.
It all happened so fast, she didn’t have a chance to process
everything. Her body simply reacted, her mouth moving under his as her arms
slid around his large body. She clutched his back, pulling him closer; they
both moaned.
With her lips parted, Seth’s tongue slid into her mouth and began a
wild exploration. She stroked her own tongue against his and elicited another
moan. All the while, the coarse hairs of his beard scraped at her skin, adding
to the myriad of sensations vying for her attention.
But overshadowing them all was the feel of his body pressed to hers.
He slid one arm around her, the other tangled in her hair as his thumb caressed
her cheek. His arm held her tightly against him, his hand splayed low on her
back.
Such a bad idea. But so, so good.
Restless and reckless, she needed to touch more of him. She wanted
to feel all those muscles, feel the power coiled up in his athlete’s body. She
slid her hands up his arms and he shuddered against her.
“Carrie,” he groaned, then gave her lower lip a little nip before
sinking in deep once again. Lights burst behind her eyelids and she dug her
nails into his biceps, drawing a moan that vibrated from him into her.
A domino effect of sensation and reaction, sensation and reaction.
What would be his reaction to the sensation of her running her hands
over his shoulders until they met at the nape of his neck?
He deepened the angle of their kiss and traced his tongue along the
edges of her teeth. She nipped playfully at his tongue, and he chuckled and
pressed tighter to her.
Pressed his solid erection against her, a little higher than where
she wanted it most. But she didn’t chase after it. Not in a public parking lot,
no matter how much she wanted to.
“You are too fucking sexy,” he bit out, his voice a rough rasp over
her ear.
And his kiss was too good. Too much from just a little kiss. Her
muscles twitched as heat coursed through her. She couldn’t take it. They needed
to stop.
Before she could say something, he drew his face back enough to look
into her eyes. His own were dark blue and stormy, the lines of his face tense.
“Seth.” She mouthed it more than spoke, barely a whisper escaping.
She didn’t have enough breath for more.
“Jesus, Carrie. I don’t . . .” He searched her face
for another hot moment. “You are so sexy.”
He made her sexy. She’d never felt this wild with a man before, this
uninhibited. No other man could have inspired her to make out against the hood
of a car. But Seth connected with something hidden deep inside her, a woman
unafraid to grab what she wanted and take it.
Except she couldn’t take it. Not now. Maybe not ever.
He huffed out a frustrated sound, his breath hot over her lips.
A new wave of desire rolled through her and it took all her
restraint not to pull him back down to her and again get lost in his kiss.
“I think I finally understand what singers mean when they say they’re
drunk on a woman.” His voice was raw and thick.
She trembled inside at his words, unsure what to think of them,
unsure how to respond.
So she said, “We can’t do this.” Her voice came out breathy, but
with his chest still pressed to hers, her nipples hard, her breasts heavy and
aching, she couldn’t pull in enough air. “But I still . . .” She
lifted her lashes and made herself look directly into his eyes.
This close, they were impossibly, intensely blue. Something softened
in her chest, leaving a hot, melted ache she didn’t understand.
He felt drunk from kissing her. Holy swoon. No man had ever said
something so bluntly honest to her. And she felt it too, a dizzying high
buzzing through her simply from having his mouth pressed to hers.
Sex with him would probably be better than the highest-quality
narcotic. All the fun, none of the illegality or addicting side effects.
Too bad she needed a job and a house more than she needed great sex.
