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99 pages
First published September 4, 2014
“They love me. Everyone does. I’m the bad boy of tennis.”
“If I can win with the world’s worst hangover, exhausted after God knows how many orgasms, then that’s gottta say something about my natural ability, right?”
“There has to be a point when you think why do I keep playing this when I know I’m always going to win? Where’s the incentive? Where’s the drive?”
“I enjoy talking to you.” I smile because that is the first time she’s actually admitted it. I think she realizes it too, because she’s blushing. Again.Before he knows it, he finds himself wanting to be a better person, to try to help people like she wants. Ryder is making changes, and he knows it’s all because of her. Ryder has it bad for Scarlett, but things are different with her. His feelings are different.
“I mean, you’re not a complete asshole,” she adds.
My heart is pounding as I stare at her. She is stunning. Her huge green eyes twinkle as she smiles, and I can’t help but smile back. I haven’t felt this way about someone in a very long time.
I'm not used to the empty feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach. I'm trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter. This--whatever it is--cannot go anywhere. We are too different. We have completely different lives. We live in different countries, for God's sake.
"246......the number of women I've shagged. I'm Ryder Stevens. Don't pretend you don't know me. I'm a god."
I'm hot, I'm British, and I take what I want."
Well, Missy Johnson, you sold me with that blurb. I HAD to meet Ryder because I have a thing for notoriously cocky assholes. Ryder Stephens is the #1 ranked tennis player in the world; it's too bad that the Paparazzi is more interested in his after game activities. Ryder's latest extra-curricular antic has left him injured and unable to play for the next few months. While trying to find something to do with his time, he decides to reach out to Jake Calera. Jake is a little boy who wrote Ryder a letter calling him out on his playboy ways. When Ryder decides to call Jake, he ends up speaking to Jake's mother, Scarlett.
Scarlet Calera, is a single mother and trying to make ends meet. Scarlet isn't about to fall for the flirty playboy on the other end of the phone. She puts him in his place.
"Everything in that damn letter was true. You are an immature, self-righteous womanizer, and I'm proud that my son was able to come to that conclusion himself."
Scarlet challenges Ryder to do three self-less acts and then she will continue to talk to him. I loved seeing the kinder side of Ryder and watching him start to have feelings for someone he hadn't even seen only talked to. I also loved being able to witness his playboy antics. We were able to see both sides in this first volume and I gotta say I'm crushing on both.
The ending of this volume left me in shock!! I did NOT foresee events unfolding that way. I'm looking forward to the next volume which will be out in another week or so!!
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'There has to be a point when you think why do I keep playing this when I know I’m always going to win? Where’s the incentive? Where’s the drive?'
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"I enjoy talking to you."
I smile because that is the first time she's actually admitted it. I think she realizes it too, because she's blushing. Again.
"I mean, you're not a complete asshole," she adds.
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'I'm not used to the empty feeling that I have in the pit of my stomach. I'm trying to convince myself that it doesn't matter. This--whatever it is--cannot go anywhere. We are too different. We have completely different lives. We live in different countries, for God's sake.'
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"If I can win with the world’s worst hangover, exhausted after God knows how many orgasms, then that’s gotta say something about my natural ability, right?"
To Ryder
I don't get you. You mess everything up. I used to like you cuz your good at tennis but your just a butthead. I act older than you and Im seven.
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You have lots but waste it. It makes me mad. You dont know how lucky you are or maybe you dont care.
Your X fan Jake
This isn't an act. I'm not trying to impress anyone; it's just who i am.
She groans as my tongue dips inside her wetness. I'm teasing her, and I know it's working. She wants more.
“There has to be a point when you think why do I keep playing this when I know I’m always going to win? Where’s the incentive? Where’s the drive?”
"I enjoy talking to you."
I smile because that is the first time she's actually admitted it. I think she realizes it too, because she's blushing. Again.
"I mean, you're not a complete asshole," she adds.
"Everything in that damn letter was true. You are an immature, self-righteous womanizer, and I'm proud that my son was able to come to that conclusion himself."