Fraternize (Players Game #1) by Rachel Van Dyken
New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken kicks off a brand-new series in which romance is a game and love is a touchdown.
Emerson just made her dream come true as a professional cheerleader for her favorite pro football team. But even though the plus-size athlete is breaking down boundaries, she still has to contend with the massive rulebook. Carbs? Nope. Chocolate? Definitely not. Still, Emerson loves her curves, and she’ll rock the hell out of this job even if it kills her. Except for one mandate that is easier read than done…
No fraternizing with the players.
Problem one is Miller Quinton: Emerson’s first love, first sex, and the guy who still ignites her daydreams and R-rated fantasies. Thrown back together, Miller and Emerson feel the undeniable pull of passion again, even if the conflict that tore them apart seems insurmountable. Then there’s way-too-sexy Grant Sanchez. He has a serious reputation with the ladies, and when it comes to winning someone he wants, he doesn’t let anyone stand in his way.
Now Emerson is breaking every rule in the manual. But what she doesn’t know is that she’s part of a wicked little game—one that could steal both her dream and her heart.
Excerpt Fraternize (Players Game #1) by Rachel Van Dyken
“The day,” he finally said, “when you can’t take it anymore.”
“This.” He slid his hand down my thigh. “The heat between us, the way it feels when we touch. Damn, just being near you drives me insane. And humans are only gifted with so much patience before they snap. I hope to God that I’m around when you do.”
“You think I’m going to go crazy for you, huh?” My voice sounded way too excited about the idea, and my heart decided to skip a few beats while my body cheered yes!
Sanchez shrugged. “I admire self-control, Curves. After all, this isn’t going to be a one-night stand, and I have a feeling that you’re going to make me work for it in bed. But don’t worry. I’ve been really focusing on my own self-control. I’ll take care of you long before you have a chance to take care of me. So yeah, do I think you’re going to go crazy? I’m counting on it. Betting on it. Praying for it.”
“Be honest. Is that why I’m staying with you?”
“Hell yes.” He laughed. “I’m not letting you lose your shit around Miller, proximity and all that. It’s going to be me, all me.”
He took the exit and pulled up to the stoplight. His gaze burned into mine. “When it comes to you? Yes. I fucking am.”