![]() That is, until this “important” dinner tonight, two weeks before classes start. I’ve managed to avoid meeting Heather’s headline-making, party-boy of a son so far, even though she and my dad have been together for a little over six months now. And living under a rock when it comes to Georgia football is not an easy task when your dad just accepted the head football coach position at the state university. But you’d have to be living under a rock to not know who Dalton Cole is. It’s not like I pay attention to football, at all, even with my dad being the famous high school coach he is. Statewide MVP back in high school, media darling, a damn underwear model, and an NFL shoe-in in a few years. Well, no, that part is I’m sure just a gross tabloid rumor.ĭalton Cole - the biggest thing to hit the Georgia college football scene since, well, ever. “Ten” for “Tennessee”, his middle name, “Ten” for the number he wears on the back of his jersey, and “Ten” for. The notorious, the infamous, the disgustingly arrogant Dalton “Ten” Cole. His eyes move over his mother, and my dad, until they land on me. His crystal blue eyes sparkle, and that strong, chiseled, cowboy-looking jaw that graces magazine covers, and ESPN headline interviews, and a major underwear ad campaign pulls back in that trademarked cocky grin. The two nearly-naked girls hanging off his muscled biceps suddenly shriek, trying to cover themselves as they duck behind him.ĭalton Cole doesn’t flinch, or turn red, or even do anything much to cover the fact that he’s all but naked.ĭalton Cole only shrugs and brings the bottle of tequila in his hand up to his lips to take a swig. “Dalton!” His mother shouts again, this time snapping his attention to the three of us standing there. I quickly force myself to look away from the very noticeable something, bulging at the front of those jockeys. My eyes go wide, at the nearly naked man with the chiseled muscles and the cavalier half-cocked grin on his face standing there in the shallow end of the pool in just a pair of dripping wet white briefs. Or to notice the look of shock on stunned faces. He’s knee-deep in the pool, too busy with the two giggling, topless coeds squirming in his arms to notice us as we step out the backdoor of the house. There is a scene in chapter 20 of this book involving assault which - though very mild in nature - may be triggering to some readers. ![]() This might be a “sports” romance, but it was written by someone who has no idea what the difference between a wide receiver and a tight end is, aside from both sounding vaguely sexual.īut sports-fan or not, every once in a while, we need a little (or a not so little, as is the case of this book) Dalton Cole in our lives. As for the second, well, I write fiction. Luckily, I had three very patient friends to help me with the first. Confession number two is that despite my best efforts at perfecting a mint julep and my insistence on watching the Derby every year, I am sadly not actually a Southern girl. ![]() One: I don’t know anything about football - or really even baseball to be perfectly honest. And if you’re as sports-illiterate as it am, it’s the one where you hit the ball with the stick and then run in a circle.īut I have two confessions to make before you move on to this football-themed sports romance set in Georgia. I grew up in New England in the 80’s and 90’s, which pretty much mandated that I was a dyed-in-the-wool Red Sox fan. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.ĬLICK HERE to find the rest of Aubrey Irons’s catalog on Amazon! ![]() Please do not continue reading this book of you are under the age of 18 or are offended by content of this nature.Īll sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and are in no way blood relations. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.Īll Rights Reserved. The school, team, and town involved in this book are entirely fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. ![]()
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