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Blindsided
Game On in Seattle #6
Game On in Seattle #6
By: Jami Davenport
Released October 11, 2015
Cedona Enterprises
USA
Today Bestselling author Jami Davenport introduces the Seattle Steelheads
football team with this sixth book in her Game On in Seattle sports romance
series.
The daughter of one-time rock
legends, Emma Maxwell is the good girl of the family, the dutiful sister, the
doting aunt, and a dedicated employee in the family party-crashing business.
Every Wednesday night at Karaoke, she indulges in her secret fantasy of being a
singer. Yet the thrill of being on stage doesn't rival the thrill of a
spontaneous liaison with the delectable, yet downtrodden, quarterback of the
Seattle Steelheads, Tanner Wolfe, Emma’s long-time crush.
Tanner didn't see it coming--not any
of it. He was blindsided--by his dysfunctional family, his plummeting career,
and the one thing he least expected--by love. After photos with Emma go viral,
Tanner is caught in a lie and tells a bigger one to get out of it. Now he’s
shoulder-pads deep in a temporary marriage while struggling to resurrect his
disastrous career and reunite his broken family. As time passes, Tanner begins
to wonder if temporary is good enough, but he’s made a promise to Emma, one
which has nothing to do with marriage vows and everything to do with her
Nashville singing career and the end of their relationship.
Will Tanner and Emma take the ball
and drive for the win, or will they be permanently relegated to the sidelines
as the clock runs out on their temporary marriage?
EXCERPT:
“Whose
idiot idea was it for us to come to the casino on karaoke night?” Tanner
groused. He’d already lost too much money playing a couple rounds of blackjack
so gambling was out but so was calling it a night. Tanner didn’t want to go
home either.
“Yours,”
Hunter, Cam, and Grady answered at the same time.
“Oh,” Tanner
sighed and studied the bar menu, suddenly hungry.
“Hey,”
Grady tugged on his sleeve and pointed with his finger, “isn’t that your
brother’s fiancée?”
Tanner
snapped his head around so fast he almost got whiplash. The lady in question
stood on a dark stage under a spotlight, a microphone grasped in her hand.
Rubbing the back of his neck, Tanner squinted into the lights of the small
stage.
“Holy
crap,” he said under his breath. His dick hardened in record time. The woman in
question wore a tight pink top showing a liberal amount of tasty cleavage and a
swishy, mid-thigh skirt. Her honey blond hair spilled over her shoulders and
down her back. A very nice back and even nicer ass, he noted, as she bent down
to pick up the mic. She wasn’t tall, but she was just his size with those long,
long legs which stretched to heaven and back.
All kinds
of wicked scenarios designed to piss off his brother played through his mind.
He couldn’t imagine why Avery would be here dressed like that without his
overbearing ass of a brother stuck to her side. They must have had a fight.
Maybe they broke up, making her ripe for rebound sex. Or maybe—
Tanner
frowned. Something wasn’t quite right.
“Shit,” he
swore under his breath. Tanner noticed details, a talent which had made him an
elite college quarterback able to read defenses with a glance. Sadly, that
particular talent hadn’t helped him in the pros—yet.
No, that
delectable vixen on stage wasn’t Avery, but Emma, the sweet twin sister. Tanner
leaned forward and licked his lips. Emma? Dressed like that?
Damn, she
was the hottest woman in here.
He shook
his head, pretty sure the world might be coming to an end any minute.
Considering Izzy was one of his closest friends, he knew the sisters pretty
well and Bella really well; actually maybe too well because his brief
involvement with Bella had created tension between Izzy and him. He hated that.
Tanner
watched mesmerized as usually quiet, buttoned-up Emma morphed into a hot,
sultry siren. She sang and danced on stage like a pro, reminding him she’d been
raised with music in her life because of her parents’ status as two-hit
wonders. Emma’s party-crashing side job most likely contributed to her stage
presence. In their teens, the sisters had literally sung for their supper by
crashing parties in order to get their next meal. They were so good at taking a
dud party and turning it into a success, they started a party crashing
business, which he understood was becoming quite lucrative.
Hell, he’d
even paid them to crash one of his parties—yet he’d never noticed Emma in stage
mode before, maybe because he’d been too busy screwing Bella in a closet.
He ran his
hand through his hair and groaned. He noticed her now, and he was torn between
covering her up with his jacket and taking off the clothes she had on.
USA Today Bestselling Author Jami
Davenport writes sexy contemporary and sports romances, including her two new
indie endeavors: the Game On in Seattle Series and the Madrona Island Series.
Jami lives on a small farm near Puget Sound with her Green Beret-turned-plumber
husband, a Newfoundland cross with a tennis ball fetish, a prince disguised as
an orange tabby cat, and an opinionated Hanoverian mare. She works in computer
support in her day job and juggles too many balls, but she wouldn't have it any
other way.
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