Published by Self Published on 4/18/17
Genres: Sports Romance
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First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more…
What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.
No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.
I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.
Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.
Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?
Kristen Callihan pulled me into every aspect of this story with her polished writing style and intense storytelling. Everything about this book was fantastic in my opinion. I was riveted by their attraction. I was slayed by their turmoil. I was gripped by their pasts, hopeful for their future. And I was LOST in how unbelievably sexy it was. I loved this book. I loved it.
5 “This was Everything” Stars.
“It’s not going to go away for me.”
It’s been so long since I’ve read a Kristen Callihan novel, I almost forgot how completely addictive they can be. I LOVE LOVE LOVE a good sports romance and The Hot Shot is the PERFECT addition to one of my all-time favorite series. No, wait. It’s more than that. It’s my FAVORITE of the series. Chess and Finn’s story is a wholly unforgettable, deliciously sexy love story and I loved EVERY SINGLE PAGE.
Everything from the build to the banter was spot on, pulling me in, making me feel ALL THE THINGS at just the right moments. What begins as an awkward but strictly professional interaction quickly turns into an unlikely friendship between a superstar NFL quarterback and a New Orleans photographer. Each casting aside their silent attraction in exchange for a platonic friendship, this story is rife with sexual tension and intense chemistry. The push and pull in this smart romance makes The Hot Shot an addictive roller coaster of sensuality and emotion the whole way through. I couldn’t get enough.
The Hot Shot is the perfect mix of light flirtation and angsty conflict. I assumed this would be a straightforward story of two people falling but failing to admit it, reluctant to ruin an easy friendship with the honesty of their feelings. But halfway in, I realized there was a lot more to their story. These characters have secrets and they have very different reasons for being so unwilling to take a risk. An easy breezy friends to lovers sports romance became a complex, layered love story I couldn’t wait to see unfold. I fell HARD right along with these characters. I hung on their every word. I was lost in their blissful romance.
The adorable banter, the flirtation, the pillow talk between Chess and Finn was so sweet and full of light humor. I giggled and smiled my way through this story. The harder moments, the early scenes where these characters fight their growing attraction, and the later scenes of despair and longing, well, those broke my heart and hit me square in the chest with how raw and real it all felt. And if I’m being honest, the steamy scenes, the intimate moments… they were ON ANOTHER LEVEL. Truly, I’m not a reader that gives much weight to sex scenes, but the way they’re woven into this story, the way they illustrate the rocketing connection between these characters, they’re both beautifully done and they’re some of the most passionately explosive moments I’ve read.
Kristin Callihan pulled me into every aspect of this story with her polished writing style and intense storytelling. Everything about this book was fantastic in my opinion. I was riveted by their attraction. I was slayed by their turmoil. I was gripped by their pasts, hopeful for their future. And I was LOST in how unbelievably sexy it was. I loved this book. I loved it. Everything about it, from beginning to end, I loved. I love that it’s not easy. It’s honest. It’s messy. People are messy and life is messy and love. is. messy. The Hot Shot felt more real than anything I’ve read in recent memory. Chess and Finn are characters impossible not to love, impossible to forget and their MUST READ romance is my absolute FAVORITE in the Game On series.
Grumbling, I toss on some black lounge pants and my oversized Tulane t-shirt and head to the drugstore.
My head throbs by the time I get there, and my insides are writhing. I rest my hand against my lower stomach and grab a basket before calling James to complain.
“I swear,” I tell him as I grab a bottle of painkillers. “It’s like this entire day has been cursed.”
He snickers. “Curse. Get it? Curse?”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Laugh it up. Meanwhile, it feels as if someone is playing Battleship in my uterus.”
“Poor Chessie bear. At least we know why you were in such a foul mood.”
A flush washes over my cheeks. “Yeah.” Lie. Lie. Lie. A tub of salted caramel gelato makes its way into the basket.
“Tell me you’re getting some gelato,” James says.
I smile. “Just grabbed it.”
“You know it.”
I find the feminine products aisle and search for my brand. “I’m going to go home, take a long bath with my gelato, and forget this fucking day.” Forget Finn. “And then I’m going to go on Amazon and buying a freaking year’s supply of tampons so I don’t have to make these kinds of emergency runs anymore.”
A low, deep chuckle rumbles from behind me, and all the tiny hairs lift on my arms.
“But you’ll still need your gelato,” a familiar—fuck me, seriously?—voice points out.
My insides swoop even as my cheeks burn.
“Who is that?” James asks in my ear.
I slowly turn on one heel. “The plague,” I say, glaring up at Finn Mannus’s smiling face.
“From asshat to plague.” Finn scrunches up his brow. “I’m not sure if that’s a step down or a tie.”
“Who is that?” James nearly yells now.
I don’t take my eyes off Finn. “I’ll call you back.”
James’s squawks of protest cut off as I hit the end button.
“Are you stalking me, Mannus?”
Finn a rests his hands low on his lean hips. “Having a healthy amount of conceit myself, I have to admire yours, but no, buttercup. My buddy Woodson lives a few blocks away. It’s poker night. I’m stocking up on beer.”
It’s only then I notice a twelve pack tucked under his other arm.
“And tampons?” I ask, with a pointed look around the aisle we’re standing in.
“Not tonight,” he says easily. “Though we used to keep a pack of them back in college. Light flows were perfect for stopping up bloody noses.”
A snort escapes me. “Now there’s a visual.” Somehow, I’ve taken a step closer to him. He’s freshly showered, the golden brown strands of his hair still damp at his temples. And I wonder if he’s just come from the gym or practice. “So back in college you went and bought these tampons?”
“Nah,” he says with a cheeky smile. “I’d ask one of the girls hanging around to get me some.”
“Of course you did.” My nose wrinkles with annoyance.
“Give me a little credit, Chess. I’d buy them now if I had to.”
“Hmm…” I eye him, trying not to return his smile. If only because it’s more fun when he teases. “So why are you in this aisle now, if not for potential nosebleed needs?”
“That’s easy.” He steps closer, a warm wall of muscle and clean scent. “I heard your voice.”
For a second I just blink. “You recognized my voice?”
His gaze darts over my face as if he’s trying to get a read on why I’m gaping at him. “Not to be…ah…rude, but you’re loud when you talk on the phone.”
“Yeah, but… You recognized it.” We’d only just met. It occurs to me that I’d recognized his both times he’d snuck up on me. Then again, his voice is distinctive, flowing like hot honey when he’s relaxed or hammering down like iron to rock when he’s taking command of a situation.
A soft flush of pink tints the tips of his ears. If I wasn’t staring at him, I might have missed it. He shifts his weight. “Was I not supposed to?”
“No. Yes.” I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t know.”
He grins then. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.” I am.
About the Author
Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal , best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.
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