First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more…
What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.
No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.
I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.
Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.
Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?
EXCERPT
FINNShe sits quietly as I eat, and shakes her head when I offer her a sandwich section. Because I’m hungry, and because I don’t like the idea of her having to wait for me to eat, I wolf down my food. The brownie follows with a few, quick bites.
Wiping my hands on a napkin, I set the plate and empty can on a side table, and then let out a contented sigh. “Thanks. I needed that.”
Her smile is small and quick. “I should have fed you as soon as you got here.”
“I’m good now.”
Chess braces her hands on the seat and leans forward to watch her feet as we slowly rock the swing. Silence descends, thick and awkward, and for the first time in her presence, I’m at a loss for words.
I don’t know this girl. Not really, and yet I’ve inserted myself into her life with a determination I usually reserve for winning games. Except I have no endgame here. I told her I want to be friends. But how does that work for us?
Our friends and lives couldn’t be any more different. Parties for me are self-congratulatory events, filled with people whose one focus seems to be bolstering my ego, followed by me searching for a quick hookup. And my friends are all part of football in some way. We talk football or sports. It’s a narrow focus life, but it’s my comfort zone. That chafes too, knowing I live a life that seems wild and free to outsiders but is actually small and structured on the inside.
The silence has stretched too long. I should go. But I don’t move. If I go, I know it will be the end of whatever this is. Embarrassment will have me avoiding seeking her out again. Likely, she’ll do the same. And that will be that.
The knowledge sits like a stone on my chest.
“I’m sorry about my friends,” Chess says. “They can be uncomfortably brazen.”
“So can mine.” I shrug. “Your friends are…fun.”
Her lips pull tight. “They can be. But they were definitely giving me—and by extension—you shit tonight.” She bites her bottom lip. “I don’t think they know what to make of you.”
“So I wasn’t imagining things.”
“’Fraid not.”
The novel sensation of being a fish tossed into the wrong pond grows. I’ve taken away Chess’s fun by coming here, and I’m sorry for it.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to come here,” Chess says in a low voice.
She’s only echoing my thoughts but the stone sitting on my chest pushes harder against my ribs.
Chess makes a small sound, as if she’s trying to laugh but can’t. “Parties suck when you arrive halfway through and don’t know anyone.”
“I know you,” I point out quietly.
She turns and the porch light illuminates her face. Green eyes met mine and hold, as a slow, true smile curls over her cherry lips. Something inside of me shifts and slides. I want to kiss Chester Copper. Haul her onto my lap and make out with her like we’re teenagers hiding out at our parents’ party. But that’s not what she invited me here for.
“I wanted to see you,” she confesses in that husky morning voice that goes straight to my cock. She turns away and stares out into the darkness. “It’s weird, you know? But hanging out with you was so unexpected it kind of felt like I imagined the whole thing.”
I know exactly what she means. My hand settles next to hers, close enough that our pinkies touch. That small point of contact sparks along my skin, makes me want to move closer. I hold steady because I don’t trust myself not to act. “I wanted to see you too,” I tell her. “It’s been a long fucking day.”
I hadn’t planned to admit that, but it feels good to tell her.
Chess eases back against the seat and then curls her fingers over mine with a light squeeze. The unexpected touch holds all my attention. It’s nothing more than a simple offer of comfort, and here I am twitching in my seat as if she’d cupped my dick instead. I’m in so much trouble here because this woman is getting to me in ways I don’t know how to navigate. But I don’t pull away. Not one fucking chance of that.
Chess speaks, pulling me attention back to our conversation. “So tell me about it.”
I can’t remember the last time anyone asked me to tell them about my day. Likely, no one ever has.
So I do. And with every word that leaves my mouth, a little bit more of my stress eases. No, I don’t yet truly know Chess. And yes, our lives are different. But there’s no way I’m ending this. Because when it’s just her and me, everything else falls away. I’m not going to let myself forget that again.
Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal , best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.
Review
The Hot Shot is my sixth Kristen Callihan book, and with each new reading experience, she enforces my love of her witty writing. Sharp, and delightfully entertaining, her stories are pure fun from beginning to end. This story was no exception, in fact, it may have claimed a spot in my top three favorites of her books. And that's really saying something, because my affection runs deep for her past characters.
Chess and Finn charmed me right from page one, growing on me even more as I got to know them. And a naked calendar photoshoot? It's not your average first meeting, but Chess held her own and dealt with the team like a pro. She had spirit, fire, and put them all at ease with her straight-forward attitude. Finn didn't leave a favorable impression, he was a bit too cocky for her liking and stuck his foot in his mouth. But I sure loved to see the sparks fly when she gave it back to him just as quick and easy.
I really loved the fact that they had that immediate attraction to each other despite their outward appearances. He's the pretty boy of the team, and she had a harder edge with the goth girl look going for her. They saw past surface superficiality to the core of what mattered.
Like an inevitable collision with a charging linebacker, I suspect Ms. Chess Copper is going to take me down and make me feel it. Bitch of it is, I’m not sure if I hate the idea or kind of like it.
Finn is working through his mysterious feelings from the start, shuffling, rearranging what he's always thought he was looking for in a woman. It's not instantaneous, his knowledge that he wants a relationship with her. But he knows that she's
real. She puts him at ease, and allows him to be more comfortable, more himself that he ever has with anyone before. To him, there is nothing more valuable as honesty and comfort. Living in the public eye, he never knows people's true intentions towards him. Unfortunately, Chess has had it with the dating game, and never was a girl who could do casual hook ups. Which lands them firmly in the friend zone.
I don’t know this girl. Not really, and yet I’ve inserted myself into her life with a determination I usually reserve for winning games. Except I have no endgame here. I told her I want to be friends. But how does that work for us?
I loved seeing these two work through their feelings and navigate what was growing between them. There was tenderness, laughter, and a growing certainty on Finn's side that he needed to do whatever it took to convince Chess that what they had was worth fighting for. He was everything in a swoon worthy hero you could ask for. Fiercely protective, determined and persistent, supportive, and most of all, he
got her. He may have had some hang ups and heartbreak from a past experience, but that didn't prevent him from recognizing how special she was and how perfectly they fit.
There was a minor conflict with his ex, but it wasn't frustrating or overdone. As well, Chess had lingering fears because of the impact of her parents' impulsiveness on her life growing up. Leading with her heart rather than her head is a challenge that she has to learn to overcome. But they work through everything together, and always with maturity.
I did not know what true joy was until Finn. Every emotion I’m capable of having amps up with him. I feel. I live. I breathe. The world is more real when he is there. He wants to just be. Not think. I don’t know if I can. But, for Finn, I’ll try.
Simply put, these two were the entire package. Sweet, sexy, and so adorably funny with their wisecracks and teasing. I ate up every minute of their relationship with a silly smile on my face. This is the definition of what a feel-good sports romance is supposed to be. Kristen Callihan has done it again, and I can only hope that she doesn't finish this series anytime soon, because I won't know what to do with myself when there are no more books to look forward to. If you're on the fence about reading this, do not hesitate. Jump on over here to the party. You don't want to miss a minute.
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New York Times Bestselling author K. Bromberg writes contemporary novels that contain a mixture of sweet, emotional, a whole lot of sexy, and a little bit of real. She likes to write strong heroines, and damaged heroes who we love to hate and hate to love.
A mom of three, she plots her novels in between school runs and soccer practices, more often than not with her laptop in tow.
Since publishing her first book in 2013, K. has sold over one million copies of her books and has landed on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestsellers lists over twenty-five times.
In April, she’ll release The Player, the first in a two-book sports romance series (The Catch, book 2, will be released late June), with many more already outlined and ready to be written.
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