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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 66200 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Hendrix (Raleigh Raptors #3)
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As one of the best wide receivers in the NFL, I can catch anything...anyone. Except her—the coach’s daughter. Savannah Goodman is the one woman in the world I’m forbidden to touch, and the only one I can’t stop thinking about. She’s fiery, funny, and sexy as sin. We can’t be in the same room without fighting, but her quick wit only brings me back for more. Then she comes to me with an offer straight out of a fantasy— She wants me to take her V-card before she graduates college. No strings attached. No hearts involved. No one finds out—especially Coach. My contract is at risk and so is her job, But we can’t deny the explosive, addictive chemistry between us. Once isn’t enough—it’s never enough, and the more time we spend together only increases our chance of getting caught. But we can’t draw the line when we’ve already crossed it, And now it’s not just my spot on the Raptors I’m fighting for—it’s her.
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Hendrix

I tugged on my mask, making sure it covered my face from the bridge of my nose, over my forehead and eyes, and remained secured behind my head. The footwear was surprisingly comfortable for a pair of pirate boots. At least, that’s what the lady at the costume shop had called them.

The gala was in full swing by the time I arrived, sneaking in the back door like I wasn’t on the VIP list. It wasn’t that I hated the red carpet, I was just…over it.

It was unlike any charity event I’d ever been to, and spectacular wasn’t a good enough word. It was original. I liked original. Raleigh’s newest museum for modern art was lit like a nightclub, lights swirling over the exhibits in the main gallery while barely skimming the dark, smaller rooms I would have found perfect for darker deeds a year ago. But this wasn’t a year ago.

“Hendrix!” Roman, the running back for our NFL team, the Raleigh Raptors, waved me down from the table he stood at with his fiancée, Teagan. Now there were two people so well-matched they even made me a believer in the whole love thing.

“The Flintstones?” I grinned, hugging Teagan first just to piss off Roman. He was one of my closest friends, which entitled me to the amount of shit I liked to give him. He’d fallen hard for his best friend, not that I could blame him. If my best friend had been anything like Teagan, I’d have fallen, too.

“The Dread Pirate Roberts?” Teagan challenged, tilting her head slightly with a bone in her hair.

“As you wish,” I said, stepping back with a bow.

She laughed, and Roman rolled his eyes, pulling me into a hug before securing his arm around Teagan’s waist.

“Did anyone tell the Children’s Hospital that it’s not Halloween?” I asked over the driving beat of the music.

“Kids always like to dress up,” Roman answered with a shrug.

“Right, because there are so many kids here.” I spotted two girls in sixties go-go dancer outfits grinding on each other across the mirror ball-lit floor. It was a strictly over twenty-one crowd.

“Thank God, no!” Teagan swatted my arm. “Besides, it’s a masquerade ball…uh…club.”

I laughed. “I’m just happy you guys are here.” I took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and tipped him. Wait staff didn’t make nearly enough money, and I made way too much to not help out.

“I happen to know at least a dozen women who only bought tickets because they knew you’d be here,” Teagan said, her gaze sweeping the floor.

“Not interested.” I sipped my champagne but grinned at the sight of our coach in a Phantom of the Opera cape, spinning with zero rhythm on the dance floor. Okay, that was worth the large donation in itself. No doubt his daughter Savannah would come along any minute just to torment me in any way possible—the stunning, strong, sexy, and totally off-limits redhead had a way of driving me up the wall, but for right now, I was content to watch her dad and laugh.

“Yeah, okay,” Teagan teased and waved to a friend near the bar. “Be right back!”

Roman’s eyes were glued to her ass as she walked away.

“Man, you’ve got it bad,” I laughed.

“Damn straight,” he agreed. “And what’s that bullshit that you’re not interested?”

I shrugged and took another sip.

He lifted both his eyebrows and stared me down, which was a feat considering he was easily four inches shorter than I was.

“It’s been a while,” I admitted with a shrug.

“What? Like three days?”

I scanned the floor.

“Okay, a week?” He tried again.

I drained the rest of my glass.

“A…month?”

I shook my head.

“Holy shit, what’s going on with you?” he asked. “I’ve never known you to go for more than a week, and that was during playoffs, Hollywood.”

Ah, yes, Hollywood. I had more than a few modeling contracts to back up that nickname, and it had never really bothered me. I couldn’t help the way my face looked, or that I stayed in shape to keep my job as a star wide receiver. But damn, I was getting sick of only being seen for those two things—sick of only seeing the same in others.

“I have my reasons,” I said, twirling the stem of my glass between thumb and forefinger.

“Are you seriously going to make me dig them out of you like we’re two teenage girls at a slumber party? Because now you have me just curious enough to freeze your bra.” The corners of Roman’s lips tugged upward.

“Fine.” I spotted Teagan making her way back to us and hurried through the rest. “About six months ago, I took this brunette back to her place, and when I got her shirt off, I noticed this birthmark on her ribcage.”

“A birthmark scared you off of sex?” He snorted.

“No. The fact that I’d seen the birthmark before did. I’d already hooked up with her and didn’t remember when I picked her up. How the fuck does that happen?” I shook my head, the tails of my mask whipping back and forth.

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Total pages in book: 79
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I’m one of the fastest running backs in the NFL, but I can’t outrun my feelings for my best friend. I’ve wanted Teagan Hall for over a decade, but I’ve never been willing to risk our friendship. Then she shows up at my doorstep, fleeing her abusive ex, and everything changes. Now she’s not just my best friend—she’s my roommate. She's also the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Every innocent touch crackles. With her walking around in my t-shirts, I’m practically hard 24/7. The scars from her last relationship are still visible, but the chemistry between us is undeniable. If we crossed that line? We’d be explosive. With her ex on my team, practice has become a battlefield. All I want to do is love and protect her… But I can’t give her the future she’s always dreamed of. We’re swimming in the deep end now, And when the past refuses to let go, it might just pull us under.
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Roman

“It’s only a twenty-minute drive!” Hendrix shouted through my cell phone over the heavy beat blaring from the club I’d left an hour ago.

“Come on, Walt,” I said gently, ignoring Hendrix’s demand and ushering my German Shepherd back into the house. Not that I needed to be quiet for the neighbors or anything. My house was in the middle of ten acres, all of which I owned.

“Only you would give that beast an old man’s name,” Hendrix laughed.

“Walter Payton was arguably the best running back the game has ever seen,” I countered, shutting the sliding glass door behind me.

“Right. And we can have that debate when you get your ass back down here. Come on. There are more women than I can handle alone,” he whined. Right, because I hadn’t seen him take three women back to his place before.

“I highly doubt that.” I tapped the speakerphone button and set my phone on the kitchen counter. “And no. It’s already after midnight.” Besides, I wasn’t in the mood for anonymous sex tonight.

“For fuck’s sake,” he grumbled. “You’re twenty-six, not sixty-seven. Drive your sober ass back here. Make a night of it. Start your workout two hours later tomorrow. Hell, I’ll even run with you. You haven’t seen these women.”

“Let me guess. Nice legs. Great tits. Insert hair color here, and they’re huge Raptor fans?” I grabbed a Fiji water out of the fridge and twisted the top open.

“Well…yeah.”

“Then trust me, I have seen those women.” They were the same women who had been at my door since freshman year at UNC, the ones who started lingering at the hotel bar when I signed with the Raptors four years ago. They were more interested in the numbers in my bank account and on the back of my jersey than they were in the guy wearing it, and it was getting old.

Brunettes and redheads—I’d taken them all to bed.

All but the blondes.

Never the blondes.

“So…you’re coming back, right? Because I’m telling you there’s this set of twins who told me they were down for running a play with Roman Padilla, if you get my meaning.”

“I get your meaning.” I chugged half the bottle and waited for him to get the point.

The song changed in the background as Hendrix sighed. “You’re not coming, are you?”

“Nope.” Walt set his head on the counter, and I rubbed behind his ears.

“You suck.”

I grinned. “No, but one of them might. You have a good time and remember to wrap it up. They’re not all Liberty’s out there.”

Nixon—our team’s quarterback and one of my closest friends—and his wife, Liberty, may have had a surprise pregnancy from a one-night stand, but that was fate in action. She was a one-of-a-kind woman, and Nixon was lucky as hell to have her.

“Yeah, yeah.”

I ended the call and made sure Walt had water before heading toward the living room.

My realtor had gushed about my home’s modern farmhouse design, whatever the hell that meant. I wasn’t keeping cows out back or anything, but I liked that the ceilings were high, and the space was open.

I glanced over at the giant, black-and-white canvas print Teagan had given me as a housewarming gift when I bought this house with my signing bonus. We were eleven in the picture, arms linked around each other’s shoulders, grinning like fools with hair soaked from the sprinkler our parents had set up on the lawn in front of our linked houses.

She’d moved in next door when we were four years old, and we’d been best friends from that day on. For fourteen years, we were separated only by the wall between our bedrooms, always reaching out to the other with secret knocks that could carry through the flimsy construction. By high school, we’d moved on to the cell phones that kept us connected when we both got accepted to UNC.

I loosed a sigh and ripped my hand over my hair, refusing to let my thoughts go down that path tonight. What if’s were endless when you watched everything you wanted slip right through your stupid, foolish, fingers.

“You know what happens when you wait too long to tell your best friend that you’re in love with her, Walt?” I asked as I sank into the soft leather sofa. He climbed up next to me, sprawling his limbs over the remainder of the couch and settling his head in my lap. “You take her to your first official Raptor party, and she falls for your teammate.”

Walt whined slightly, and I shifted my water to the other hand so I could get back to the business of petting, the big baby.

“Exactly. It’s bullshit. And seriously, did it have to be Rick-the-dick-Baker? He’s nowhere near good enough for her.”

Walt groaned.

“I know I said we were done talking about it, and we are,” I assured him. “But it’s been three years, and one day that misogynistic asshole is going to pop the question and then we’re going to have to watch our girl—”

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Total pages in book: 83
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I’m the highest-paid quarterback in the NFL because I know how to read the field. I control the plays—and my life—with absolute precision. Until Liberty Jones delivers the ultimate hit to my blind side with a story about two pink lines. The beautiful, free-spirited brunette has starred in my dreams since she disappeared after our wild weekend in Vegas, but I’ve been burned before. No way in hell am I falling for that line again. But Liberty is the complete opposite of my ex—she’s smart, compassionate, sexy as hell, and couldn’t care less about my money or status. In fact, she’s leaving as soon as she finishes her doctorate. And the baby she’s planning to raise alone? It’s mine—and I want them both. She certainly doesn’t need me, but she can’t deny our sizzling chemistry. I can’t deny that I’m losing my infamous control and falling for her. For the first time in my life, I’m not the only one calling the plays, and one snap decision could crush our happily ever after.
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Nixon

Sweat dripped down my neck as I scanned left, then right, looking for an open receiver. There. Hendrix broke free. The guy was a machine.

I drew the ball back and fired it down the field. My heartbeat filled my ears for the few seconds it was airborne.

He caught it.

I raised my fist in a quick pump as he ran it into the end zone, our own defense on his heels.

Not bad for the first day of training camp.

Coach called practice for the day, and I ripped off my helmet. North Carolina in July was fucking brutal in full gear—I probably sweat my weight in water every day—but it was home. It had been for the last eight years. Sure, the humidity sucked on days like today, but I was a Raleigh Raptor through and through. Always had been, and God-and-contract-willing, I always would be.

I waved to the fans that packed the sidelines behind the rope and started back toward The Barn—our giant training facility.

“Thoughts?” Roman asked as he tucked his helmet under his arm. Padilla was the fastest running back in the NFL, and one of my closest friends.

“He thinks I’m a badass,” Hendrix answered, raking his knuckles over Roman’s head in a noogie with a movie-star grin. Guy had run at least fifty yards to catch up to us and wasn’t even out of breath.

Shit, I felt old, and I was only thirty.

“Fuck off,” Roman snapped, shoving Hendrix away, but he was smiling. “Seriously, though. What do you think, Nixon?”

“It’s the first day, and you gotta ruin it by asking Negative-Nixon what he thinks?” Hendrix groaned.

“Noble!” A woman yelled from the sidelines.

I flashed a smile and waved, because that was part of my job, then turned back toward my friends. “I think the offensive line is sloppy, the rookies have more ego than talent, and we have a long way to go before we’re cohesive.”

“Way to crush a guy’s ego.” Roman clutched at his chest.

“Fucking told you,” Hendrix laughed.

“Sloppy?” Baker challenged as he jogged by. “Only because Padilla over there must have gained twenty in the offseason.” He turned, running backward, and gestured to the space in front of his stomach with a smirk.

Roman flipped him the bird, and Baker laughed.

“Cut the shit,” I ordered.

Baker’s smirk faded, and he turned back around, jogging toward The Barn.

“Rick ‘The Dick’ Baker, ladies and gentlemen,” Hendrix called after him, then turned to Roman. “You haven’t gained any weight.”

“I fucking know,” Roman seethed. “But I’m trying to get along with the asshole for Teagan’s sake.”

Hendrix whistled. “Damn, I figured that wouldn’t last once they moved in together. What’s it been? Six months?”

“A year,” Roman muttered. “I know that girl better than anyone on the planet, and I still can’t figure out what the fuck she sees in that douchebag.” He shook his head.

I didn’t get it, either. Roman and Teagan had been best friends since preschool or some shit, so I knew the little blond pretty well. She was sweet as my mom’s apple pie, and that guy was the sourest asshole on the team. Maybe it was an opposites attract kind of thing.

“Nixon!” a kid yelled from the sideline as we passed into the end zone. He was wearing a Raptor shirt with my number on the front and looked to be about eight if I had to guess. Then again, I was shit with kids, so he could have been fourteen for all I knew.

“Hollywood!” a woman called out at the same time. Hendrix threw her a wink, and when he moved the ball to his throwing arm, I shook my head and took it from him.

“Oh, come on!” Hendrix complained as I walked toward the rope.

The boy’s eyes lit up, and he looked up at his dad with that face that said, do-you-see-this?

“What’s your name?” I asked, dropping down to his eye level.

“Gavin!” he replied, bouncing up on his toes.

“Hi, Gavin, I’m Nixon.” I grinned. The kid’s energy was contagious. “You got a pen?”

He nodded enthusiastically and handed me a marker.

“Thanks, bud.” I signed the football and handed it over to Gavin with his pen. “There you go.”

“Oh wow. Thank you!” He hugged it to his chest and smiled big.

“You’re very welcome.” I gave him a nod and stood up. There were instantly a dozen things held out for my signature. Shit. “I’ll come back out after I shower if you guys want to hang around,” I promised before walking back to Roman and Hendrix.

“Seriously?” Hendrix whined. “Did you see the rack on that blonde? That ball would have turned her into a sure bet.” He sighed. “Good thing it was for a kid.”

Roman laughed. “You come back out in twenty, and I bet that blond is still a sure thing, Hollywood.”

“Probably.” Hendrix let that movie star smile slip—the one that earned him the ridiculous nickname. Add in the California blond hair and blue eyes, and the girls came running. “Or maybe you could bring her out another ball, Noble? Training camp would be a little easier on all of us if you’d get laid.”

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