Grant Turner’s name is synonymous with football. The fans and media can’t get enough of the player known as The Invincible Man, a nickname he earned while growing up in one of the toughest neighborhoods in the country and the nickname he’s kept by being one of the best players in professional football today. No one can take him down. He’s unstoppable.
But even a suit of armor has its weak point, and Grant’s has always been Ryan Hale.
They were a couple of kids when they fell in love, and just when it looked like the happy ending neither expected was within reach, Ryan disappeared. No explanations. No good-byes.
Grant coped by throwing himself into the game for seven years, and he’s finally moved on. Or so he thinks.
When she walks back into his life, all of those feelings come crashing back, despite the warnings in his head that tell him she’ll leave him again. Grant can withstand the league’s toughest defensive line, but he’s always been weak where she’s concerned.
No man can take Grant Turner down.
But one woman certainly can.
One woman will.
He took my hand and helped me out, grinning all goofy-like when the hem of my dress slid up my legs as I crawled out.
“Give me a goodnight kiss?” I added as I let him take my hand.
He peered over at me, brow raised. “Or a good night something.”
Giving him a light shove, I tried not to pretend that a good night something sounded as appealing to me as it did to him. “I never should have told you it’s been seven years since my last time.”
“Yes, you definitely should have.”
He grinned at the ground. “Because I can use that knowledge in my favor.”
“How does knowing that work in your favor?” I angled toward him as we climbed the stairs together.
After we’d stopped in front of the door, he turned and pulled me closer. “Because I know how bad you need it now.”
The skin on the back of my neck raised, my lips parting from the acceleration of my breath. “How do you know it’s not a case of the longer you go without it, the less you need it?”
“No,” he said at last, his head slowly shaking. “Not with something like that. Not with someone like you.” Grant moved closer, not stopping until his chest was pressing into mine, walking me backward until my back ran into the wall. “In fact, I bet you’ve gone so long, I could barely touch you and you’d fall apart in my arms. Am I right?”
My chest was brushing against his, my legs feeling weak from what was happening. Or what was about to happen. Or what I was imagining was about to happen.
“No,” I whispered, “you’re not right.”
His eyes called me out. “There’s only one way to know who’s right.” He kissed the outside of my neck before lightly sucking on my earlobe.
The moan he drew from me seemed to sweep across the entire estate. My hand clamped over my mouth, but he pried it away.
“No. I don’t want you stifling the sounds you make for me.” Holding my wrist, he slid my hand up the wall until my arm was fully extended above me. The stone was still warm from the sun, heat seeping into my skin. “Other hand,” he ordered before sinking his teeth into my lobe.
The sensation made me jolt against him, but all he did was press his body into mine harder until I felt trapped between two walls of stone. When I lifted my other hand for him, he gathered it up in his hand with my other wrist. The task of winding around both of my wrists was no challenge for hands the size of his.
Once he had me pinned, he rocked his hips into mine, practically lifting me up the wall. Another moan escaped from my mouth, but this one was more a cry of pleasure. He was right. He’d barely have to touch me.
His other hand moved from the bend of my hip to reach something above us.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my ribs feeling as though they’d crack from the way my heart was pounding.
“Unscrewing this light bulb,” he said, right before the wash of light disappeared and darkness moved in around us. “And now, I’m going to take care of you.”
Panty Scorching -4
Reviewed by Ladyballs
To say I was pleasantly surprised by this book would definitely be an understatement. Once I got the gist of the plot I figured it was just another long lost love type of book but it was so much more then that.
Grant Turner is the NFL’s golden boy. He is on top of the world…every man wants to be him and well every lady wants to be with him. There is not much he wants for. Once the story starts to unfold though, you learn that he came from meager beginnings…actually none. He came from the wrong side of the tracks and made something of himself. To anyone looking at him from the outside he has it all. But he doesn’t. The one thing he is missing is the love of his life Ryan.
Ryan and Grant were high school sweethearts. Literal soulmates in every sense of the word and unfortunately for Grant, once he got news he would be making it big, Ryan disappeared. Without a trace. No word to anyone. Just gone. Grant has never gotten over Ryan or the way that she just left and she has always held a place in his heart.
Fast forward to present and holy crap!!! Ryan returns and all hell breaks loose. Grant is torn between wanting to embrace her and never letting her go to being so irate he can’t put two coherent words together in front of her.
But there is a reason why Ryan has returned and it felt like a punch in the gut to me. Not only is there one reason, there are two…and they leveled me.
Watching these to young loves reconnect is one thing…but watching Grant deal with her secrets that she has brought back with her is gut wrenching. I truly could not put this book down even though I went through a lot of tissues. It had everything you love in a good book, love, angst, heartache, long lost love found again, secrets, sexy love scenes and a love so real it makes you crave for more. What a roller coaster of emotions you feel and such a good love story. Definitely a must read.