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OMG!!! Guys, The Guy on the Left is coming. Yup, DECEMBER 8th is the official release day!!! I don’t know about you, but we are pumped for this release. We are HUGE Kate Stewart fans! Her books are EVERYTHING to us. And on top of that, The Guy on the Right (Theo’s book) was one of our TOP FAVORITE READS OF 2019! So you can only imagine how badly we want to get our hands on Troy’s book! GAH. All that said, today we have an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT from Troy’s book, The Guy on the Left, and we are BEYOND excited! **runs around screaming** This tease gave us the feels!

It started with a lie. A night of blurred lines between a teacher and a student.
I wasn’t her student, yet it was the single most defining night of my life.
I’ve never been the man she thinks I am.
Most people have no idea about the life I’ve lived or the words that ring true when it comes to me—still waters run deep.
But you’d be hard-pressed to find a coed on the TGU campus who knows otherwise…because I’ve never corrected them.
The clock is ticking down, it’s Fourth and Inches with the ball inside the one-yard line and the focus is on me, The Guy on the Left. I’ve never felt like a football god, inside I’m…just Troy.
It’s time to set the record straight.
For my son, I‘ll find the strength.
In her eyes, I’m determined to gain redemption.
I will have them both, even if I have to take my eye off the ball.

Excerpt

“Do you think about that night?” His voice is low, gravelly, and sexy as hell. My mouth goes dry as I stand at his window, my breaths coming faster. When I don’t answer, he prompts me again.
“Be honest. Do you think about it?”
“D-d-do you?” my voice is just as affected. “Do you even remember it?”
“It was the hottest fucking night of my life. Of course, I remember it. And I remember how good it felt with you stretched around me. Even after all these years.”
“Troy, we can’t—”
“You tasted sweet, and I loved the way you let out those moans of yours, the way your breath caught when you came. The way you kissed me back. Fuck, the way you kissed me back. You didn’t hold back with me. I remember that the most.”
“Troy, I can’t go down this road with you.”
“Why not?” He whispers hoarsely. “You could forgive me. We could start over. We could have something real this time.”
Slowly I exhale, remembering the woman who drove toward his school with all the hopes in the world of starting something real.
“You can come back here and let me in. I’ll start with your lips and then drop to your ankles. Work my way up—spread you, lick you, suck you, fuck you—make you come so fucking hard. All you have to do is just let go, Clarissa, let me try. Give us a chance. I won’t touch you unless you agree.”
“We are nothing alike.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I’m with someone.”
“Break it off.”
“I’m happy with him.”
“Are you?”
I narrow my eyes across the small expanse of yard between us.
“Maybe he’s what you think you need, not what you want. What if I can give you both?”
“You assume too much and know nothing of my relationship.”
“Can’t be much of a relationship. He didn’t call or text once the whole time we were together tonight.”
“He’s busy and we’re not exclusive. Not yet.”
“You know why guys don’t do exclusive at first, Clarissa? It’s because they aren’t serious about the relationship, but want all the benefits. You shouldn’t play into that. That’s fucking bullshit. You deserve so much better.”
“Says the guy who escorts a different coed out of his house every week.”
“It’s not all that often and they aren’t you.”
I snort. “You can run lines all night, Jenner, I’m well versed in bullshit. Pretty words don’t work on me. Never have. If something happens, it’s because I want it to.”
“Believe it or not, I’m serious. If you were mine, I wouldn’t let an hour go by without proving it. Get back here and let me show you just how good we can be.”
“Troy—”
“Fine. Put the physical aside, it can wait. What if we do this right? Take our time. What if we work, what if we give Dante a real family?”
“Stop, okay, just stop. I’m with Brett. I’m hanging up now.”
I end the call and see him hang his head before he disappears from the window. Gathering some clothes, I meet him at the door of my house. He’s angry, I can see it in the tick of his jaw as he takes them from me. “Thanks.”
“Troy, I’m sorry. I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“I get it. You don’t think I’m good enough. It’s fine.” He drops the towel and I can clearly see he’s hard. My jaw goes slack as I drink him in. Long, thick and fucking perfect. That’s the best way to describe him. His body is a solid wall of muscle, every part of him masculine and worthy of worship, but the pissed off expression on his face is the biggest turn on of all, no matter how wrong it is. And it’s because I can imagine the sex with him, the grudge fucking, and it’s tempting.
Following my line of sight, he glances down at his cock and smirks. “At least you know the attraction is mutual.” His tone is anything but playful. I’ve hurt him by shooting him down. He tugs on new boxers and then pulls up his sweats before gathering his costume from the floor. Breathless, I stand in the middle of the room as he glances at me with contempt before shaking his head.
“And women wonder why I don’t jump into commitment. Why I make my intentions clear. It’s because of this look, it’s because of these looks I get. My mother looked at my dad the same way. Either they’re afraid I’ll hurt them or afraid I won’t ever measure up to the daydreams they have of happily fucking ever after. News flash, maybe I won’t, maybe I can’t. I’m not perfect, but neither are they, and neither are you. But it’s expected of me somehow. To do the right things, say the right things.” He pulls his shirt down over his taut abs and draws my eyes away with his tone. “You and I may not be going anywhere, but I’m staying put. I’m not leaving my son. And I hope you hear me.” He walks over to where I stand and commands my eyes. “You keep punishing me for something you won’t let me apologize for, for something you won’t ever let me make up to you.” He rakes his teeth across his bottom lip. “But I want to, Clarissa. Oh, how I want to.”
Swallowing, I stand mute while his emotions fly around me. Emotions he’s hidden well. “Fuck it,” he says in a tone filled with ice. “I’m under enough pressure. Thanks for saving me from more.” And with that, he shuts the door softly behind him and I realize I’m still holding my breath.

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PS: The Guy on the Right (bk #1) is the first standalone in the Underdogs Series! It is a must read. Now is the perfect time to get caught up before The Guy on the Left (bk #2 – Troy’s standalone) releases 12/8!

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