BLURB
My life
revolved around two things. Football and my cock. And not necessarily in that
order.
Being the
head football coach for a top university in Texas had its ups and its downs.
The ups?
Endless women to f*ck.
The downs?
The politics that came with the job.
From the
moment Aubrey Cain walked into my office, she turned my world upside down.
Being forced to have her follow me around for a month was going to be a pain in
the ass. Especially since I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her.
The best I’d
hoped to come out of this was a few nights with her in my bed. I never imagined
she’d be the game changer.
Brett Owens was my assignment.
Head football coach for a top college, bad
boy reputation, short temper, and handsome good looks should have scared me
off. But I was tougher than that.
From the first words out of his obnoxious,
dirty-talking mouth, I knew it was going to be a long month. It wasn’t five
minutes after meeting him, he hit on me. If only I had known his blue eyes
would haunt my dreams and awaken a desire inside of me I never knew existed.
This was business. There was no way I would
be tempted by him no matter how good looking he was or how many things he
whispered in my ear.
He was only supposed to be my assignment.
Not the man who threatened to destroy both my heart and my career. I would
follow along with his playbook for now. But who would end up winning was
anyone’s guess.
The Playbook
is a stand-alone novel.
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EXCERPT
Reaching
into my brief case, I took out my notebook that I had already filled with
research on Brett and the university college program.
I flipped
through the endless pages of notes until I found a blank page.
“So, I’m
assuming since it’s spring training, I’ll be granted full access to the
stadium.” Peeking up at Brett, I added, “That includes the locker rooms.”
His jaw
muscles flexed and I couldn’t help but smile. “I’d like to really observe you,
Mr. Owens, for the first week or two here at work. Really get an understanding
of your work habits and ethics with the team and, of course, your habits away
from the team as well.”
His lips
parted to say something, but Mr. Stevenson coughed and Brett shut his mouth.
“This piece
is going to be about getting to know Brett Owens. Three-time national
championship winner. Youngest head football coach in college football, and
rumored ladies’ man.”
“What?”
Brett gasped, nearly chocking on his own spit.
I shrugged
and flipped through my notes where I found a reference to picture in People magazine.
“Yes, here
it is. A picture of you with two women on your arms exiting a bar in downtown
Austin. I believe it was on New Year’s Eve.” I held it up for him to see.
His eyes
narrowed and I swear they turned black. “What in the hell do you have written
down in that book?”
I pointed to
my notebook, while keeping my focus fixed on him. “This notebook?”
When his
hand combed through his hair, I felt a tug in my lower stomach that I quickly
pushed aside.
“Yes, that
notebook, Aubrey! I don’t see another notebook on the fucking table.”
My head drew
back with raised eyebrows. I quickly flipped back to the empty page and wrote a
note.
Curses like
a damn sailor.
“Wh-what are
you writing?”
I couldn’t
help but feel giddy knowing I was getting to him. “Just taking some notes,
that’s all.”
Brett leaned
closer to me as I covered the note with my hand. “What did you say? I saw
sailor written down!”
I flashed
him an evil smile which only irritated him more, causing him to curse more
under his breath.
Mr.
Stevenson sighed heavily next to me. “Oh, for the love of God. The two of you
are going to have to learn to play nice. Your boss, Ms. Cain, and the president
of the university, want this thing to happen. Now I hope you will shine a more
positive light on Mr. Owens and not focus on his… on his um—”
Brett and I
both looked at him, anxiously waiting for him to finish his sentence.
“On my what?” Brett questioned.
With a roll
of his eyes, Mr. Stevenson answered, “On the colorful lifestyle you lead
outside of work.”
“That was
gently put,” I mumbled.
“Ms. Cain,”
Mr. Stevenson started.
“Please,
call me Aubrey.”
He nodded.
“Aubrey, you will have full access so getting in places will not be an issue. I
advise you to stick close to Brett until you learn your way around.”
“Thank you,
Mr. Stevenson.”
“Pat will be
fine.”
“Pat, it
is.”
“Now, I
believe, Brett, you have a staff meeting at noon.”
I swear it
looked like Brett was sitting over there pouting. It probably killed him he had
no safe-zone to hide in. I was going to be stuck to him like glue. Oh, this
made me all kinds of happy right now.
“Yeah. It’s
at noon.”
Pat stood.
“Good, show Aubrey around and to the office she’ll be using.”
My heart
skipped a beat in my chest. “Thank you, Pat. That means a lot to me to have a
place to work while I’m here. That’s very thoughtful of you.”
He looked at
Brett and then me. “Don’t thank me, thank Brett. It was his idea.”
My head
snapped to the side as I looked at him. That was totally unexpected, and I
couldn’t hide the fact that it made my chest tighten some.
Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings. Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few. Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012. Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings. To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website. www.kellyelliottauthor.com
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