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Series: Romancing The Clarksons #3.5
Published by: Evil Eye Concepts
on June 13, 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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All-American wide receiver Kyler Tate’s life is about to change. A fairytale college career skyrocketed him to the NFL draft. Adoration and opportunity are thrown in his direction wherever he goes, thanks to being chosen in the first round by the Los Angeles Rage.
None of the accolades mean anything, though, without his high school sweetheart, Bree Sutton, by his side. Four years ago, she walked away from Kyler, choosing a quiet life over the flash and notoriety his career would someday bring.
Now he’s back in their Indiana hometown, refusing to leave for Los Angeles without her. Demanding she give their life together a shot. Her heart never stopped bleeding for the love of her life, but Bree’s decision was final. Too bad their wild attraction has only been amplified by their separation, and Kyler won’t quit until Bree is wearing his ring.
Excuse me while I go scream into a pillow right now! OMG! I was so freaking excited to hear that we were getting a Romancing the Clarksons’ novella from Tessa Bailey and 1001 Dark Nights, and I was also ecstatic that it was going to be Kyler Tate’s story! As you can tell, I’ve already DEVOURED this book, but I’m still SO FREAKING EXCITED for everyone to get their hands on this! Nobody does mouth-watering, shiver-inducing contemporary romance like Tessa Bailey, NO ONE! I was just sad that I consumed this book so quickly, because I immediately wanted MORE!
“All due respect. I want to be the kind of friend who takes your panties home in his pocket. The kind of friend who sucks your lower lip until your fingers start fumbling with his zipper. You need a friend like that? Because trust me when I say I’ll be your best fucking friend.”
I just want to take a minute to worship the ground that the gorgeous and swoon Kyler Tate walks on. I mean…HOT DAMN people! His brand of charm had me searching for a new pair of panties STAT! He is devoted, passionate, sexy, and charming, and I couldn’t get enough of this man! You could immediately tell that his love for his high school sweetheart, Bree Sutton, was so deep and so true, and so damn sweet. Four years trying to live without her has taken its toll but he is back and he isn’t leaving and starting his childhood dream, until his forever dream is on the same page. TOO CLOSE TO CALL was so DREAMY…so INTOXICATING…so BEAUTIFUL, I never wanted it to end, but when it did end, my heart was so full and my soul was so complete, I knew that Tessa Bailey has once again, ran away with my heart.
Draft Day was nothing like Kyler had pictured.
“With the ninth pick in the 2017 NFL Draft, the Los Angeles Rage select…” Kyler Tate’s parents sucked in breaths on either side of him. “Kyler Tate, receiver, University of Cincinnati.”
The tense atmosphere inside the event hall exploded with wild cheers, exclamations, and boos. His shoulders were slapped by thousands of hands, kisses landing on his cheeks. Like falling out of a kayak into a rushing current, bashing into rocks on the way toward a waterfall, Kyler stood, put his head down, and proceeded toward the stage. Cell phones rang at every table he passed, terse conversations taking place as the deadline timer for the next announcement started. Players he’d faced on the gridiron sweated in their suits, mothers fussed, water glasses were refilled.
This was it. Years of training, icing down injuries, two-a-day practices, glory, pain, and mental fatigue. All for this moment.
And it was…utterly fucking incomplete.
Before he could reach the stage, panic set in. Set in real good, like claws digging into fertile ground. A moment earlier, everyone in the room had looked familiar, but they were strangers now, spinning in a kaleidoscope. Sweat popped up on his forehead. His shoulder blades tightened, a harsh sound puffed from between his lips. From behind the podium, the announcer gave him a strange look, the Rage jersey lowering in his grip. Are you okay?
The man’s mouthed words barely penetrated over the sudden rushing stream of images. Of her. Bree Justice.