THE BALLER by Vi Keeland
A standalone novel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
- SYNOPSIS -
The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
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.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
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.
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- PURCHASE -
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- REVIEW: 5 STARS -
In true Vi
Keeland fashion, THE BALLER is a must read novel you won’t be able to put down
once you start reading. Brody and Delilah’s story became a page-turner for me
very early into the book, and what’s even better – I felt like I was watching a
movie! Everything unfolded clearly in my head thanks to Vi Keeland’s perfectly-balanced
amount of details throughout the scenes.
The banter
between Delilah and Brody had me laughing out loud more times than I could
count. It was as if I was watching a ping-pong game, but in this case, instead
of a ball being tossed from side to side, it was a sarcastic reply to an
already smartass comment! They were both made for each other – FOR SURE. No
doubt about that one.
There was so
much more that what met the eye when it came to Brody and I sure did love that!
It made me love his character even more! The
heartaches he and Delilah suffered early on in their lives, sort of got them
prepared for what a true, passionate love would really feel like. Their love. Brody’s alpha side when it
came to Delilah made me swoon….a lot.
THE BALLER by
Vi Keeland has already made my list of Top Favorite Books of 2016, kicking off
the list while setting the bar high. FIVE STARS! As always, Ms. Keeland, very
well done. A MUST READ.
- EXCERPT -
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.”
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR -
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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