“I’m bringing someone home with me for Thanksgiving,” I blurt out.
Silence pulses through the phone. “You mean a special someone?” my mom asks.
I purse my lips and turn back to the Greek god stretched out on my bed, smiling knowingly. He’s something special all right.
“Yes. I wanted to surprise you.” Apparently, I wanted to surprise myself, too.
“Oh, dear. Well, that’s wonderful. Okay, then. I won’t bother you anymore, and I look forward to meeting this special gentleman.” She pauses. “He is a gentleman, right?”
“Yes. Perfect gentleman,” I confirm, returning the said perfect gentleman’s wicked smile. I’ll be home Wednesday.” I hang up and let out a long breath.
“You need a partner for Thanksgiving?” he asks, a twinkle in his eyes.
“I actually need a boyfriend.”
His big frame curls up from the bed and he moves beside me, touching the underside of my jaw with a finger. “So, let me get this straight. You need someone who can convince your mom that he’s fallen for you?”
“Someone willing to pretend that he can’t keep his eyes off of you?”
“Or his hands?”
His seductive look pulls me in. Something about Preston Rush unsettles me—he hasn’t just disrupted my soccer game, he’s disrupted my ability to process the world the way I used to. When I’m with him, I don’t think the same, I don’t breathe the same…I don’t even hear my name the same, when he speaks it.
“Think you could manage?” I whisper.
“Need a demonstration?” His mouth drops onto mine, and he pulls me in, leaning until my body is molded tight to his. When I feel his tongue, I catch it, sucking it between my lips. He groans, a deep raw sound filled with need. The vibrations ripple down my throat and his hands touch my face, sliding into my hair as his mouth slants, unleashing hungry strokes. I grip his forearms, steadying myself against the dizziness assailing me.
A minute of hot, heavy heat passes between us, and I become vaguely aware of a sharp noise to my left. He continues to hold my face, but his mouth lifts. I open my eyes to the sight of his turned jaw, and when I look, I see Jace in the doorway, gaping. I suck in a breath and stammer. “Geez, Jace…knock much?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were in here sucking each other’s faces off.”
I reach for a pillow and whip it at her. She catches it with goalie-like precision and whips it back, but before it connects, Preston raises a big hand and snags it midair.
“We’re lighting the candles on Marcus’s cake. Five minutes, love birds.” She closes the door, and I let out a breath.
When I turn back, his lids are still heavy with sensuality. “Think your mom will believe it?” His husky words bring me back to reality. It’s pretend. We’re pretending. But hell, yes, she’ll believe it. I believe it.
by Shae Ross
Release date: 5/9/16
Priscilla Winslow has a mouth that spits fiery sarcasm faster than I can throw a touchdown. But I’ve wanted her ever since I saw her in that Bo Peep outfit on Halloween. Yep, I’m a sheep who will follow that little hottie anywhere. There’s one problem…she hates me. Just because we ended up in jail and quite possibly ruined both our futures…
They’re changing the rules…
College Quarterback Preston Rush is living the dream. He’s leading his team to the National Championship and days away from earning a ‘first round draft pick’ label. When he meets Little Bo Peep at a Halloween party, he thinks he’s scored big. Instead, he wakes up in a jail cell with the corseted beauty. Because of him, she’s in trouble and when he discovers her true identity, he realizes, his nightmare is just beginning.
The always shooting-for-perfection Priscilla Winslow can’t believe her good deed has cost her a soccer career. Even though she knows it isn’t Preston’s fault, she can’t forgive him for the disaster that is her life. She just wishes her damn body would get the message. Every time she sees him, it’s all she can do not to kiss him.
When everything crashes down around him, Preston will have to decide if doing the right thing is worth losing it all.