Title: For Forester Author: J. Nathan Genre: New Adult Sports Romance Release Date: July 19, 2017 PURCHASE LINKS US: http://amzn.to/2sKqDwY UK: http://amzn.to/2t3yEA4 CA: http://amzn.to/2s0oIXP AU: http://amzn.to/2tXSysK B&N: http://bit.ly/2rZ02KV Kobo: http://bit.ly/2rZ26mi iBooks: http://apple.co/2tD4Ffk
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Trace I'm Alabama's star wide receiver. I've got mad skills on and off the field, and it's no secret I'm heading into the draft after the upcoming season. But I’m home for the summer to make some cash before my senior year. Being back under my parents' roof isn't the ideal situation, but the moment I see Marin, the star of my adolescent fantasies, I know it's about to get interesting. She may not have noticed me back then, but I've got a feeling it's just a matter of time before she lets me turn those fantasies into reality. Marin The last time I saw Trace Forester he was just a kid tearing up the neighborhood on his skateboard. That was when I was foolish enough to think I had the perfect husband and the perfect life. But now my life is in shambles and Trace is back, all grown up, hot as hell, and exuding major confidence. It would be so easy to fall for his good looks and undeniable charm. So easy to let him into my life. Too bad I learned the hard way that nothing worth having ever comes easy.
EXCERPTS
#1 “You sleep with him yet?” Gayle asked. “Oh my god. What is wrong with you?” “Me? Have you seen the guy?” Outside, Trace tossed the football gently so CJ had a slight chance of actually catching it. He didn’t. It bounced off the grass in front of him, but he ran after it, laughing as he did. “Yes, I've seen the teenager in my backyard.” “He’s not a teenager.” “Yes, he is. I looked it up. He’s nineteen.” There was a pause on her end, like she just realized I was a sicko who’d actually looked him up. “Who cares? You’re single and he’s hot. Have you seen him in his uniform? The guy could be a freakin’ underwear model.” I laughed as I turned from the window and moved into the living room. “No. At least not in person.” I’d seen pictures on the internet. “Girl. When are you ever gonna have a hot piece of ass under your roof again?” Gayle asked. I scoffed. “You’re acting like he sees me as anything other than a soon-to-be-divorced woman with a kid who needs a guy around.” “Marin, you’re beautiful and fun. You deserve to get some action.” “You do realize you're encouraging me to jump his bones, right?” “I never said jump his bones. Just wear something tight. Bend over and let him see your hot ass. You’d barely have to do anything.” “You’re insane.” I laughed. “And I could go to jail.” “Why could you go to jail?” Trace asked from behind me. I spun around, my eyes bugging out of my head and my heart drumming in my chest. Trace stood in the doorway smirking at me, like he’d heard my conversation. Had he?
#2
I pushed myself to my feet and unlocked the door, yanking it open with vigor. “What?” Trace stood there barefoot, like he’d just rolled out of bed in a white sleeveless T-shirt and basketball shorts hanging low on his hips. “What? What the hell was that text about?” I dug my hands into my hips. “I thought you wanted to say goodbye?” “I did.” I scoffed. “Well, did you have something better to do?” His face scrunched up. “What are you talking about?” “It would’ve taken two minutes to come by.” “I did come by,” his voice raised incredulously. “The douchebag wouldn’t let me see him.” My eyes rounded. “You came by?” He nodded as his eyes slowly descended, taking in my totally inappropriate booty shorts and tank top pajamas. Tremors rocked through my body. “You texted and thanked me.” “I was being sarcastic.” He peered inside my living room at the empty bottles on the coffee table. His eyes jumped back to mine. “Did you drunk-text me?” I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling foolish—and in need of something to cover me up. “You did,” he said, his smile growing. “That’s fucking hilarious.” His brows lifted. “Were you thinking about me?” “Yeah. And I wanted to clock you for not saying goodbye.” He moved forward. I had no choice but to step back into my house. Once inside and on even ground, he slammed the door shut behind him and stared down at me. “Clock me or fuck me?” ALSO AVAILABLE #1 For Finlay (standalone) US: http://amzn.to/2irEjGX UK: http://amzn.to/2hcSJtt CA: http://amzn.to/2irLWgk AU: http://amzn.to/2ipBtGn B&N: http://bit.ly/2hpIoi3 Kobo: http://bit.ly/2glYhG8 iBooks: http://apple.co/2huPtdx
AUTHOR BIO
J. Nathan is the author of five new adult and sport romances with cocky heroes and sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves watermelon margaritas, guys in backward hats, country music-especially Luke Bryan, and hanging with her family and friends in RI where she lives with her husband and son. AUTHOR LINKS Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/jnathanauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/Jnathanbooks Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8202337.J_Nathan Website: http://www.jnathan.net/ Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/jnathanbooks Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/J.-Nathan/e/B00L3954DU/ Newsletter: http://bit.ly/2fXAOLQ
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