1) Never underestimate your opponent
2) Avoid personal fouls
3) Score early and often
4) Play or get played
Coach Marcus Leon has always played by the rules…until he meets Addaline Grace, the seventeen-year-old senior transfer on his Oak Crest High water polo team. Addie changes all the rules, mostly because she doesn’t play any games. But as off limits as she is, the more Marcus discovers about Addie, the more he finds himself…and the more he questions whether Addie Grace might just be worth risking everything for.
For Addie, water polo is anger management. She’s driven and focused because it keeps her mind off other things…like the fact she destroyed her family. Her game plan is to keep her head down and graduate so she can leave her father and the crappy town he dragged her to in her wake. But when what starts as friendly completion with Marcus turns into more than a game, Addie has to decided if she’s willing to face down her demons…and possibly ruin the man she may or may not be falling in love with in the process.
What happens when the only thing you need is the one thing you can’t have?
I liked Addie who was smoothing of an old soul. For a not quite 18-year-old girl she was mature and level headed (mostly). A lot of the time I would have thought Marcus was the younger character. Addie's been through a lot and keeps her secret very closely guarded but Marcus slowly starts to help her to open up.
I liked Marcus although I have too say that he was a lot more willingly to risk his career than I would have expected considering his position and the difficulties he had coming to terms with Blaire's choices. That being said I did like him and appreciated the unrest he took in Addie's well being.
The controversial topic won't be easily acceptable for some readers but if you're worried it's all about graphic sex, details and the forbidden then rest assured there's a lot more going on and the book is definitely not big on those kind of details. I enjoyed Marcus's and Addie's story and was pleased with how the book ended. I would have liked a few more details about a certain mean girl though...
His spicy scent
wraps me in a cocoon of bliss and I stop thinking. I know this because when a
shard of coherent thought pierces the bubble, I find my lips are on his. I
don’t even know how they got there. Not only that, but I have a death grip
around his neck. In my shock, the reflex is to let him go…but then I realize
he’s kissing me back. His kiss feels like liquid
fire burning through me. A low moan vibrates between
us, and somewhere in the back of my mind I know it’s mine. The rumble deep in
his chest that answers my moan feeds my hunger for him.
One of his hands
grips my arm hard, just below my shoulder. But it’s the other one that has my
attention, sliding slowly down my hip until it rests on my ass. He drags me
over him so I’m straddling his lap as he tilts his head and deepens our kiss,
and the hard bulge in his swim trunks presses against sensitive spot between my
legs. I feel him from the tingle in my scalp to the curl of my toes. And when
he moans into my mouth, the sound vibrates my bones.
I lose myself in
the feeling of his hot, hard body pressed up the front of mine; his dark scruff
scratching my face; his wet, warm tongue invading my mouth and taking
possession of me; the frenetic beat of our hearts, each matching the other’s.
Time stops.
There’s this excruciatingly intense moment where we exist in a vacuum, just
Marcus and me. My senses dull and sharpen at the same time as the world fades
out and everything Marcus is doing to me is amplified by the electricity
flowing between us.
I totally lose myself
in the flood of sensations I’ve never experienced before. When I come to my
senses a few seconds later, Marcus has set me on the cement and is staggering
to his feet, his eyes wide and his head shaking an adamant no. But the bulge in
the front of his swim trunks puts the lie to the denial in is body language.
“I was…that
was…” He bumps into the starting block and it seems to jar him back to his
senses. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did that.”
I gain my feet.
“It’s okay.”
He must see
something in my eyes, because his soften again. “Addie…” He trails off with a
slow shake of his head before taking a deep breath and starting again. “You are
this incredible…” He trails off again and swallows. “…girl. You’re a girl. I have to keep reminding myself of
that, because every time I look at you I see this gorgeous, sexy, amazing
woman.”
If sex is dirty, why would I do it with someone I love?
If sex is dirty, then didn’t we all come from the dirt?
What if I like the dirt?
What if I want to get dirty?
What if I want to roll in the mud until I’m so
f**king filthy that I’ll never be clean again?
f**king filthy that I’ll never be clean again?
When twenty-five-year-old graduate assistant Caiden Brenner
asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to
believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don
Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with
sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits
undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate
poets he’s ever met.
asked Blaire Leon how old she was, she said she was a senior. He chose to
believe she meant in college. They connect over Lord Byron’s Don
Juan and, as their conversations become increasingly thicker with
sexual innuendo, Caiden finds himself obsessing over a totally off-limits
undergrad who’s bold, beautiful, brilliant, and one of the most passionate
poets he’s ever met.
But it turns out Blaire hasn't been totally honest. She's the
seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at
Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.
seventeen-year-old valedictorian of her high school class, taking courses at
Sierra State while awaiting her acceptance to Stanford.
Will Caiden get too deeply into Blaire to back away before he
finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into
risking his entire future on Jail Bait?
finds out the truth? Or will their connection be enough to seduce him into
risking his entire future on Jail Bait?
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Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always searching for
her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
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her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When that happens,
she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her readers. She lives in
California and spends much of her time in the sun with a book in one hand and a
mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails in Yosemite. Connect
with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on Twitter at @MiaStormAuthor,
and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/MiaStormAuthor.
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