Kicks for a Sinner












ISBN Digital: 978-1-62830-319-3
ISBN Print: 978-1-62830-318-6
Page Count: 350
Word Count: 90696
Rating: Spicy(PG13)


 

The Sinners Sports Romances Book 3

Cassie Thomas is all grown up and certain she is in love with Joe Dean Billodeaux, star quarterback for the Sinners and adoptive father to the son she gave away at birth. Joe only wants to expand his family with his wife, Nell, and deflect Cassie's advances. So why not set Cassie up with the Sinners’ new kicker and possibly the world's nicest guy, Howard "Howdy" McCoy?

Cassie sees through Joe's attempt and insults Howdy, telling him he is not a real football player and possibly even gay. Howdy knows neither is the case. Regarding Cassie to be as challenging as a sixty-yard field goal, he sets out to prove her wrong even if it involves a personal makeover and a tough new attitude.

But, will he be able to convince a woman who believes she can love only bad boys to give a nice guy a chance?

Rating: Spicy
Page Count: 350
Word Count: 90696
978-1-62830-318-6 Paperback
978-1-62830-319-3 Digital

Excerpt:

“Joe says dinner is about ready, ma’am.”

She scowled at him. “Ma’am? We’re exactly the same age.”

He lowered his blue eyes, but his glance skimmed across her tight sweater on the way. “My grandparents raised me, and they were kind of old-timey. They taught me to address all grown women as ma’am until told otherwise.”

True, when Nell introduced them with such a hopeful look on her pixie face, Cassie had barely given him a once over, let alone told him to call her by her first name. Instead, she’d flounced off to sit under the oaks even though in January, fair-skinned or not, she hardly needed to sit in the shade to watch the children ride. This guy, Howdy, introduced by his real and not much better name of Howard McCoy, took the hint and tamely followed Joe to the grill. So not an alpha male, the Sinners’ rookie kicker lacked any aggressive attitude at all, it seemed. Cassie wondered how he survived on the football field, but then, all he did there was boot field goals and try to stay out of the way of the real players.

“Fine! Call me Cassie,” she snapped.

“Yes, ma’am, I mean Cassie. Dinner is served.” In a boyish gesture, he swiped away the hair hanging in his eyes and reset the baseball cap on his head.

Having done his butler duty by her, he ambled over to the others to deliver his message again. She would say one thing for Howdy, he did fill out his dark blue jeans very nicely under that ugly shirt—but not any better than Joe.




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