Hope Series Box Set
(Sports Romance)
Publication Date: November 27th, 2015
Pre-Order Available: Now
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Synopsis:
The Complete Hope Series Box Set
with Bonus Material
Hope for Her - Book #1
What do you HOPE for?
Josh is on his last chance to live up to his families
obligations, but he meets a girl that his father won't approve.
Carrington wants to feel special and Josh's attention is exactly
what she craves.
Their volatile relationship has Josh questioning their
connection, while Carrington develops feeling for someone else, but they aren't
ready to give up hope.
Hope for Him - Book #2
What do you HOPE for now?
Carrington is ready to be with the man of her dreams.
Jackson has moved on in need of a more normal life.
After an epic kiss, they know their life will never be normal
again.
Can Carrington and Jackson find their way back to each other or
will their past continue to tear them apart?
Hope for Us - Book #3
What do you HOPE for still?
Carrington's past haunts her around every corner. A move to
Arizona will give her much needed distance.
Jackson is one mediocre season away from being a bust in the
NFL. A trade to Arizona with no distractions is what he needs to turn his
career around.
Carrington and Jackson are back tougher again.
Are they ready to admit, they have no hope without each other?
What others are saying about the Hope Series:
· What happened towards the end, I wasn't expecting. As I read, I was
feeling all kinds of emotions ..." Paranormal Yours Book Club R&R
·
"I want more!!! It just keep
getting better and better!" Heather Driscoll
·
"Their story came together
beautifully and they finally got their HEA." Barb Online Book Club
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Excerpts:
He walked into class and I turned my head away as
soon as he looked at me. It was all rather dramatic, and I didn’t even mean it.
It was a reflex. I was embarrassed.
Snippets of the other night and my behavior kept
popping in my head at the most inopportune times—I thought back to the way he
looked when I showed up at his door.
It was the same look he held now, walking into
class. He took care of me, when I half expected him to shut the door in my
face. He invited me in, he cleaned me up and put me to bed, and how did I repay
him—by ignoring him.
Real mature, Carrington.
I watched him from this angle. I imagined how
messy his hair would look if he wore it longer. He carried the ‘rolled out of
bed’ sexy look well. It might be why I kept having naughty dreams about him,
none as real and explicit as the one I’d had when I woke up next to him.
My face flushed as he turned to stare at me again.
I looked away.
I needed to suck it up and talk to him. I figured
I had until the end of class to figure out something to say. I would start by
apologizing for not returning his calls. Thank him for taking care of me the
other night and try and persuade him to give me another chance. He would give
me another chance because he liked me. He had asked me out in the first place,
right?
My anxious heartbeat slowed to a relaxed rhythm,
and I stopped sweating.
I tried paying attention to the professor, but
Calculus held no interest up against the saga I created in my own head.
Lost in one of my fantasies, I caught Josh in the
corner of my eye, gathering his stuff and walking out the door.
Where is he going?
I panicked.
The entire class turned to watch Josh exit.
I gathered my stuff and bolted down the steps. As
I exited the room, the professor held his hands out and asked, "Anyone else
need to leave?"
I ran down the hall and out the door. I assumed he
exited this way. A desperate squeal escaped my lips, but it morphed into a
squeal of excitement. I spotted him as he walked down the path to the student
union.
I took off running but began slowing down halfway.
What am I going to
say?
I caught up and fell in step two feet behind him.
I reached out and grabbed his shirtsleeve and the book in his arm fell with a
thud.
"What the fuck?" he said as he turned
around. His expression softened, but then it got all hard and stern.
His eyes darted around, and he cleared his throat.
I fought the urge to bolt.
"What?" he yelled. Students stopped and
stared.
He bent down to grab his book. I needed to figure
out something; in a few seconds, he would stand up and walk away. I needed to
speak up, or he would walk away forever.
My mind went blank.
He stood back up.
Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the
side and crinkled his nose. As I still didn’t say anything, he shook his head
and turned to walk away.
"For someone who wants to be my boyfriend,
you're not acting like it,” I said.
He turned back to face me. Confusion and
frustration spread across his face. I’d said the wrong thing. I dropped my head
and turned. When he dropped his books. The sound made me jump, but not as much
as when he reached out and wrapped his hands around my biceps. My instincts
were to pull away from the sudden contact, but it only made him increase his
grip. My stomach fluttered as I searched my brain trying to find something to
say that didn't sound stupid or pathetic or desperate.
He remained silent and pulled me close. I leaned
toward him while my mind screamed, No,
don’t do it, run away. I shouldn’t be doing this, not out of fear of him,
but out of fear of losing control.
My breath increased and my heart was pounding out
of my chest. A small part of my brain registered the pain from how tight he
held my arms, but another part of my brain overrode the pain and my heart rate
spiked with the realization.
Oh, shit. He's going to
kiss me.
And, he did. His lips landed on mine, and it made
my head spin. I was thankful for the grip on my arms, because I would have
otherwise melted into the ground. His firm hands were a direct contradiction to
his soft lips. I felt him pulling away and I followed, seeking more contact,
but his grip flexed as if warning me to stop. I didn’t have a second to think
because his lips were back on mine, harder this time. He angled his head to the
left, and he slid his tongue between my open lips. As soon as our tongues
touched, he withdrew, and I sought it out. His grip on my arms tightened, but
as my triceps began to shake, he loosened his grip. He let go and wrapped one
arm around my waist. His other hand touched my chin to tilt it to the ideal
angle in order for him to kiss me deeper. He directed this epic moment and I
followed his cues. He paused and allowed air to pass between our moist lips,
but my lips weren’t done.
He opened his mouth and my tongue found his as I
lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I pulled him closer, and he
wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
He no longer seemed in control of the situation.
He reacted to my every move. I was in control.
God, it felt good.
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