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There was something about that first score, and not just on the football field.

I loved all of life’s firsts, which was why I’d been saving mine for one girl, my older sister’s best friend—Hazel Jones.

She was tough and sarcastic with walls around her heart as tall as a football stadium, but I knew she was the one for me.

Desperate times called for desperate measures and I’d have done anything to make her mine.

Like create a fake online persona.

Lie about my age.

Pretend I wasn’t some naive virgin.

And catfish the hell out of the love of my life.


EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: The First Score

Amie Knight

Expected Release Date: 28 May 2020

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An all-new steamy, Best-Friend’s-Brother romance is out this week from author Amie Knight, and I have an excerpt for you.

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Excerpt

“It won’t happen that way, you know?” he said softer, gentler, his sweet breath ghosting across my lips. “You won’t be able to fuck me out of your system, Hazel. It won’t work that way with us.”

My heart leapt in my chest even as my stomach sank with dread. I felt a stupid tear slip down my cheek and I hated it. I hated how much he made me feel. And I loved it. I loved it more than anything on the planet.

His hand on the side of my neck tightened as his other came up to rest on my cheek. His thumb swept away that embarrassing tear. Because he knew. Oliver Winston Knox knew how much I’d loathe for him to see me cry. He knew me like no other. It was awful. It was wonderful.

I clenched my eyes closed, warring with myself, battling with demons I didn’t want to face.

His nose brushed against mine, his lips a mere breath away when he said, “You know I haven’t been saving myself for marriage, Hazel. I’ve been saving myself for you. And when I have you, there won’t be any fucking.” He paused and drew in a shaky breath. “No, baby. I’m going to strip you bare and lay you down in my bed. I’m going to kiss every inch of that golden skin, even the scarred bits. And when I finally slide into you, I’ll be making love to you, not fucking you.” His hands cradled the sides of my face. “Do you understand me?”

My eyes flew open, taking in his sincere ones and another fresh tear slipped down and onto his fingers. Of their own accord, my trembling hands lifted until they covered each of his wrapped around my face. I didn’t know whether to push him away or hold him closer. I just knew that with every word, he was stealing what was left of my heart. What little he hadn’t claimed already.

“Please,” I breathed, begged even. I didn’t know for what. But I was sitting at my small dinette with my pops ten feet away and my heart was breaking and not just for me. But for sweet Ollie. Because I wasn’t who he thought I was. I wasn’t who he needed me to be. I wasn’t his one. I was too broken. Too damaged. He deserved everything and I had nothing to offer.

“Please what? Stop loving you?” The anger was back, bright and hot between us. His eyes narrowed on mine. “You think I’ve been saving myself since our first kiss, Hazel. But all I’ve been doing is saving your heart. Waiting and giving you time, respecting your wishes. You’re mine and fucking me won’t change that. It won’t get me out of your system. I’m not like the other guys and you know it.” He gave a low, mean chuckle. “How can you think you won’t miss me after I’ve been between your thighs?”

He pressed his lips to mine in a closed mouth kiss destined to bust down all of my walls, and it wasn’t like all those years ago at all. It wasn’t sweet or naïve or filled with the innocence of a sixteen-year-old boy. It wasn’t full of desperation like that day at the game shop. It was full of passion and anger and longing. So much was said in that kiss, he didn’t have to say anything at all, but he did.

“You already miss me and I haven’t even touched you.”

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