Thursday, September 19, 2019

Blog Tour Review ft. Excerpt-The Game You Play (Rixon Raiders #2) by L.A. Cotton

๐Ÿˆ THE GAME YOU PLAY BLOG TOUR ๐Ÿˆ




๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฐ๐—ธ๐˜† ๐—ณ๐—ผ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€๐˜€๐—ฐ๐—ต๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—น ๐—ฟ๐—ถ๐˜ƒ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ฟ๐˜†๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ด๐—ถ๐—ฟ๐—น๐˜€ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ ๐—ด๐—ฒ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ถ๐—ฟ ๐˜„๐—ฎ๐˜†๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜† ... ๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฅ๐—ฎ๐—ถ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐—ฎ๐—ฐ๐—ธ!!

Welcome to the blog tour for The Game You Play by L A Cotton.

๐Ÿˆ

๐—š๐—ฒ๐˜ ๐—ฌ๐—ผ๐˜‚๐—ฟ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—ฝ๐˜† ๐—ก๐—ผ๐˜„:

๐ŸŽงAudio: Coming Soon!!!

Blurb:

๐—™๐—ฒ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ถ๐˜๐˜† ๐—š๐—ถ๐—น๐—ฒ๐˜€ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—น๐—ถ๐˜€๐˜.

Lose her virginity.
Meet her knight-in-shining-armor and fall in love.
Have the best senior year a girl can have.
The only problem? Her knight isnโ€™t a saint, heโ€™s a villain, and sheโ€™s pretty sure heโ€™ll destroy her before ever handing over a piece of his heart.

๐—๐—ฎ๐˜€๐—ผ๐—ป ๐—™๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—ฑ ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐—ฝ๐—น๐—ฎ๐—ป.

Win State and go down as one of the most successful Quarterbacks in Rixon Raider history.
Head off to college and pursue his dream of being drafted to the NFL.
Avoid the girl under his skin. Felicity Giles, his stepsisterโ€™s best friend and perpetual pain in his ass.

Sheโ€™s annoying as hell.
Quirky.
Sheโ€™s a game to him, nothing more.

Until his arch rival comes after him and the few people he cares about ... and Felicity gets caught in the crossfire.

๐—”๐—ป๐—ฑ ๐˜€๐˜‚๐—ฑ๐—ฑ๐—ฒ๐—ป๐—น๐˜† ๐—ต๐—ฎ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ฟ ๐—ณ๐—ฒ๐—ฒ๐—น๐˜€ ๐—ฎ ๐˜„๐—ต๐—ผ๐—น๐—ฒ ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ธ๐—ฒ ๐—ณ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—น๐—ถ๐—ป๐—ด ๐—ถ๐—ป ๐—น๐—ผ๐˜ƒ๐—ฒ.

๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜Ž๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜—๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜บ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜™๐˜ช๐˜น๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜™๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด. ๐˜ˆ๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ด ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด!


๐—”๐—ฑ๐—ฑ ๐˜๐—ผ ๐—š๐—ผ๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ฑ๐˜€:


REVIEW

Honestly, it took me a d**n long time to get on board with Jason. In the first book, The Trouble with You, I thought of him as the ultimate a**hole villainโ€”and not one I could like. He had a longggggg way to go to redeem himself for how he treated Hailey and in turn treated Felicity.

Obviously, he had so much to make up for. Itโ€™s a good thing we got his POV in this book because otherwise, I probably would have hated him even more than I already did. As I stated before, it took me too long to jump on board with him. He was too hot and cold for my liking. And Felicity just took it and forgave him way too easily. I wanted him to grovel.

Here we have this amazing as h**l football player that literally has the world at his feet. Would it hurt to make the boy suffer more just a tad bit longer than he did? Maybe Iโ€™m just too picky. Regardless, I wanted...more.

That being said, I enjoyed the crap out of the second book of the Rixon Raiders. Especially Asher. Heโ€™s what Iโ€™m most looking forward to reading about. Could anyone ask for a dreamier book boyfriend? Besides Cam, that is.

Overall, I liked this one quite a bit despite some of things I stated earlier. This is has it allโ€”angst and drama galore! Iโ€™m ready for the next one!

*Thank you to the author for providing a free copy in exchange for an honest an unbiased review. All thoughts and opinions are my own.


GIVEAWAY

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EXCERPT

I did hate him.

I hated that he made me feel so alive, so desired.

I hated the way he knew exactly how to kiss me, touch me, to get me to fall at his feet.
But most of all I hated how I didnโ€™t hate him, not even a little bit.

โ€œRelax,โ€ he said as if he knew I was all up in my head. โ€œIf it makes you feel any better, I hate you too.โ€ His thumb brushed my neck slowly before he chased his touch with his lips. โ€œI hate how I canโ€™t stop thinking about you.โ€ Kiss. โ€œI hate that you say the most ridiculous things.โ€ Kiss. โ€œBut most of all I hate that Thatcher and his goon had their hands on you. I hate...โ€ His lips touched my skin again as my heart crashed against my ribcage.

This wasnโ€™t the plan.

He wasnโ€™t supposed to say all of this, to feed the small part of me dreaming of a different time and place. A time and place where Felicity Giles could ever end up with a guy like Jason Ford.

I waited for his words, greedy for more. But they never came, replaced with hot kisses as he dragged his tongue up and down the hollow of my throat. Disappointment flooded my chest but deep down, I wasnโ€™t surprised. Jason would never admit the truth. That there was something between us. That this was more than just sex. And for as much as it hurt, maybe it was better this way. 

His hands were all over me now, his mouth the same. 

โ€œJason,โ€ I said, gently tugging his hair. โ€œSlow down.โ€

He lifted his face, brow arched. I took advantage of the moment, pushing my hands against his chest to move him back. Then I fumbled around to find the recline handle and pulled.

โ€œWhat the fuck?โ€ he grunted, and I stifled a giggle. Jason needed control. He needed to hold all the power. But this time, I wanted to be in the driving seat.

I wanted to drive him wild. 

โ€œWhat game are you playing, Giles?โ€ he asked, his hands gripping my hips as I gently rocked above him. We both groaned, and another thrill shot through me. He was at my mercy now.

With my newfound confidence, I hooked my hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips. It was no easy feat getting them off, but I managed. If Jason noticed my clumsy striptease, he didnโ€™t comment, his hooded gaze too busy eating up every inch of my bare skin. 
โ€œFuck, youโ€™re beautiful,โ€ he whispered. 

Yeah, fuck. His words were like a poisoned arrow through my heart.
As if he noticed my hesitation, challenge glinted in his eye. He was ready to pounce, to take back the power and flip this whole thing on me. But I wasnโ€™t backing down. I wasnโ€™t just a pawn in his game. 
I was the goddamn queen. 

And this queen wanted her king to kneel at her feet.
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