๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ง๐๐๐ก ๐๐ค๐ข๐๐คโฆ๐ค๐ง ๐ฌ๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ ๐๐ค๐ง๐๐๐ค๐ช๐จ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐ฅ๐ก๐๐ฎ๐๐ง ๐ค๐ฃ๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ง๐ฉ?
๐ก๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ผ, ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐น๐น-๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ป-๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ต๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ฒ๐บ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ ๐ช๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐ฆ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฎ๐น ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐๐๐ต๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐น๐๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป-๐ ๐ถ๐น๐น๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐น๐ฎ๐ฏ๐น๐ฒ ๐ป๐ผ๐!
We start off with a lie on Valentineโs Day.
My blind date isnโt the studious guy I expected: heโs a drop-dead gorgeous player with
sinful amber eyes. Somehow we end up at his penthouse. I blame the gin and tonic.
The next day I learn heโs Jack Hawkeโbad-boy professional quarterback with a murky
past. The NDA he has me sign should be a warning that he isnโt a regular person.
Please. I sign it Juliet Capulet, so goodbye, famous football player with abs of steel, and good luck tracking down this small-town librarian.
But Jack keeps showing up in places I least expect him. Just when Iโm sure heโs gone,
he waltzes into my community theater and wins the part of Romeo to my Juliet. Howโs a
plain, mostly innocent girl like me supposed to resist a man like him?
Is Jack my real Romeoโฆor will this gorgeous football player only break my heart?
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I pull my white cat-eye glasses out of my purse and slide them on for a better
look. My heart flip-flops as butterflies take flight in my stomach. Oh heck no. That canโt
be him. Heโs . . . heโs . . . freaking gorgeous, and I donโt mean regular handsome but
like a movie star: dark hair swept off his face, the strands wavy and unruly with copper
highlights, soft and silky brushing against his cheeks, and too long for a newscaster, in
my opinionโbut what do I know? I donโt own a television.
He lifts his arm to shove his hair back, and my eyes pop at the tightly roped
muscles of his forearm and biceps straining through the fabric, the impossibly broad
shoulders.
Well, would you look at that.
And this has to be him, right?
Iโm in the right restaurant. Heโs alone. Heโs wearing a blue shirt. He has dark
hair. Odds point to yes. Usually the most simple explanation is exactly what it appears.
Therefore, he must be my date.
The man in question turns to look out the window, tapping his fingers on the table
impatiently, and I take in his profile. Long straight nose, full dark arching eyebrows, and
a sharp, bladed jawline. Sensuous lips, the lower one decadently full. Almost wicked.
Heโs the kind of hot that draws your eyes over and over just to make sure itโs not a
mirage. I knew guys like him at NYUโsexy, athletic gym types who played a sport. And
those types never gave me a second look. Iโd watch them work out while I fumbled my
way around one of those god-awful butterfly machines, while beautiful, tall, svelte girls
who werenโt sweating fawned over them, bringing them towels, water bottles, and sexy
promises.
He takes a sip of an amber liquid, long tanned fingers grasping the fragile
container as his eyes rove across the room. They prowl around the restaurant, as if heโs
assessing every person in sight, and I feel the sizzle of him even from twenty feet away.
Prickles of awareness skate down my spine. Iโm the alpha, his body language yells.
Come and challenge me.
His gaze drifts right over me without stopping.
Not surprised.
I duck back into the shadows.
Dang it. My hands clench. I wanted nice and nerdy, not this . . . sexy beast!
And judging by the scowl on his face, heโs grumpy. Lifeโs too short to be dour,
Mister. And what is he annoyed about? I am here!
And he did see a picture of me. Topher said so.
Yeah, maybe he doesnโt really want to meet you.
Maybe heโs hoping you wonโt show up.
I tap my foot. I should leave. Really.
The smells of Milanoโs waft around me, spicy and tantalizing, and my stomach
lets out an angry howl. I move from one foot to the next. Every place to eat between
here and Daisy is going to be packed. I could always hit a drive-through on the way
back homeโbut how pathetic is a Big Mac and fries on Valentineโs Day? Plus, Iโll have
my entire nosy family to answer to tomorrow. Theyโve built up this blind date so much:
Oooooh, Elena has a date with a weatherman. Ask him if thatโs a barometer in his
pocket or if heโs just glad to see you.
I give myself a mental pep talk.
Grow some balls, Elena.
Sometimes you have to go out and take what you want.
So what if heโs hot enough to suck the dew off a rose.
You are hungry. Do it for the pasta.
He is your date. Go get โem, girl.
I gather my resolve, point my little black pumps in his direction, and start
marching.
โญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธโญ๏ธ REVIEW
I canโt believe this has been my first book by Ilsa and will not be my last! I enjoyed this so much!
Jack is the superstar quarterback for his team in Tennessee and Elena is the librarian in a small town near Nashville.
They meet by chance and the introduction is too funny to be true.
Jack has finally met someone who seems to be original, sincere, and possibly trustworthy but jack has so many trust issues that he may ruin what he has with Elena.
Elena has fallen head over heels for Jack, not her typical go-to guy but none the less she goes for it. Deep down itโs all too good to be true and she knows Jack will eventually break her heart but maybe just this one time she gets to keep the guy.
Jack is so swooning, broken with extreme commitment issues and have a good reason why. You just want to reach into the book and give him some love.
The chemistry between these two is sizzling ๐ฅ. A very enjoyable read!
About Ilsa Madden-Mills
Wall Street Journal, New York Times and USA Today best-selling author Ilsa Madden-
Mills is best known for her angsty new adult romances and romantic comedies.
Eight of her eleven novels have placed in the Amazon Top 10 Best-seller List: Dirty
A former high school English teacher, she adores all things Pride and Prejudice, and of
course, Mr. Darcy is her ultimate hero.
She's addicted to frothy coffee beverages, cheesy magnets, and any book featuring
unicorns and sword-wielding females. Feel free to stalk her online.
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