Meet Brody Easton in THE
BALLER!
A standalone Contemporary Romance novel by
New York Times & USA Today Bestselling
Author Vi Keeland
The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to
drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On
camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of
professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player
I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking,
strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.
Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon
a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours.
Excerpt from
A new song had just
started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut
in?”
My head whipped around,
even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.
Michael was gracious. “I
hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at
the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod.
“Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”
Again Brody Easton had
caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant
jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and
pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.
“Good to see you again,
Lois Lane.”
The man had balls; I had to
give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes
on, Easton.”
“Do you prefer me without?”
“I prefer you on the other
side of the room.”
He chuckled. It was a
hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang
out in the men’s locker room.”
I tried to pull back, but
he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”
“No.”
“No?”
“That’s right. No.”
“I can scream at the top of
my lungs.”
“I’d like to hear you
scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I
was doing the screaming.
“You’re an asshole. You
know that?”
“I do. You asked me that
yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions
more frequently.”
My eyes bulged.
Easton shifted his hand
down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
“You can’t be serious?”
He ignored my comment.
“Would you like to have dinner tonight?”
“We just ate.”
“Dessert at my place,
then?”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”
“On a diet, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your
place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”
“Well, that’s just a
shame.”
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Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting smut author by night!
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