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The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours.
If you’re looking for a quick, highly entertaining read then I recommend picking up your copy of The Baller today!
Brody Easton is cocky, smooth, and oh so delicious. I loved him from the very first moment he was introduced in all of his towel dropping glory. His dedication to those he considers family is endearing and he always goes for what he wants. I honestly think it’s impossible to walk away from this book without falling madly in love with him.
Delilah Maddox is a woman trying to make it in a man’s world. And she does a damn fine job of it, too. She’s intelligent, driven, and witty. She holds her own and never backs down from a challenge. She’s been through a lot and has to learn to let go of the past in order to embrace her future.
The two of them as individuals are great, but when they come together … they’re unstoppable. There’s definitely no denying their chemistry and the banter between the two had me constantly laughing.
About half way into the story we do start to get chapters from a third POV. It works, but honestly, I could have done without being inside of this person’s head. I don’t feel that it actually added anything to the story itself, and it could have easily been covered on Brody’s end. But that’s just my opinion.
This is my third book by Vi Keeland, and she’s definitely become a one-click author for me. She’s consistent in delivering solid, entertaining stories that I end up devouring from start to finish. And The Baller was no different. This book gets 4.5 stars and will definitely be something that I’ll go back and re-read over and over again.
A new song had just started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut in?”
My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod.
“Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You know that?”
“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place, then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a shame.”
Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
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