on January 18th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Sports
From New York Times and USA Today Bestseller, Vi Keeland, comes a sexy new novel.
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.
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.
I know the saying goes “don’t judge a book by its cover” but I’ll admit the cover of this book was the first thing that drew me to it. I am, admittedly, a bit of a cover snob. However, the synopsis and my recent mini obsession with sports-related books was also one of the reasons that I picked up this book.
Delilah Maddox grew up around sports. Her dad was a pro-football player and the love of the game made her want to pursue a career in the mostly male-dominated world of sports journalism. When she gets a promotion to cover one of the top NFL teams, it’s her dream job.
Top quarterback Brody Easton is known as a bit of a jerk and also as being a bit of a player. He hasn’t exactly gone easy on female journalists in the past, and when he drops his towel (completely naked underneath) during Delilah’s first interview with him, she knows he isn’t going to be any different with her.
“You have a dirty mouth.”
“This dirty mouth wants to do dirty things to you.”
Brody has the makings of being top book boyfriend material! He is a football player with a rocking body and gorgeous eyes, but he is also super sweet. He loves to talk dirty and his sexual innuendos made me laugh out loud more than once. But best of all, ladies have given him the nickname ‘The Subway’ behind his back. And not because he is originally from Brooklyn and use to ride the subway a lot. No, he gets this nickname because apparently he has a “delicious twelve-inch hero.” Plus even though he swore he wasn’t a hearts and flowers kind of guy, he sure did a lot of swoon-worthy things for Delilah.
I liked the banter between Delilah and Brody; they definitely had chemistry and it was easily felt when they were together. I also really liked the Q&A sessions they had together. Their relationship wasn’t just about sex, (although they had plenty of sexy and skokie times) they really formed a friendship as well.
“You’re spooning me? Brody Easton spoons?”
“Only you, baby. But don’t be surprised if you get woken up by my fork later.”
I really like a dual point of view, because I love being in the head of both characters. But one of the things that didn’t work for me with this book was the point of view of a secondary character from Brody’s past. I didn’t feel like her voice was needed and honestly her chapters just irritated me. Also, I felt like the beginning of the book was a little slow and maybe even confusing at first, while Brody was getting into his past history. I wasn’t sure who the other characters were or what their relationship was to the story until further in the book.
I almost gave up on this book at first (because of the above mentioned issues) but I’m really glad I stuck with it. Plus the epilogue was perfect! The Baller is a sexy, funny read that I think you will enjoy.
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.”
“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.”