CHANGING THE PLAYER: Charleston Pirates #1 Chance, Jacob (suggested reading .TXT) 📖

Why am I’m having these thoughts about some random chick?

“What’s your name, honey?” I ask, moving closer, my gaze roaming over her. She reminds me of an anime character all wide eyes, wild hair and a sexy little pout for a mouth. Jesus. Right now, just looking at her is giving me a fucking semi.

“Harlow.” It’s only one word, but it sends shivers down my spine like long nails scratching the length of my back.

I lean in. “Well, Harlow, now that you got my shirt all wet, what do you say I return the favor and get you wet. Soaked. And I’m not talking about your shirt.” I wink at her and wait for the smile to appear on her face. The one that says I know what you really want and I want it too. Let’s go fuck like rabbits on crack.

That’s not the reaction I get from Harlow though. Her eyebrows move toward the middle of her forehead. Like a defensive kitten, she arches her upper body as far away from me as she can without actually taking a step. Her ability to balance while leaning so far back is impressive. And cute. A cute, angry kitten.

“I came here with friends. I can’t just leave them.”

I run the back of my index finger down her cheek. “Okay, kitten. We can go find them and tell them you’re coming with me.”

She shakes her head, frowning. “I don’t even know you.”

I place my hands on the countertop on either side of her, caging her in. “Are you sure about that, kitten? Everyone knows who I am. I’m the quarterback for the Terriers.”

She avoids my gaze and crosses her arms in front of her. My eyes wander down to stare at the deep fuckable valley between her tits. I want my cock there. Soon.

“Stop calling me kitten. I don’t really follow football.” Her words draw my eyes back to her face.

“I guess it’s time you started then.” I tip her chin up with my fingers and flash my most irresistible smile.

She doesn’t smile back. She actually looks annoyed. “I don’t like football or football players. Sorry I spilled my drink on you, but I’m not going to make up for your shirt getting a little wet by blowing you back at your apartment,” she huffs.

“Who said anything about you blowing me? I was thinking more along the lines of fucking you all night long.”

“Okay this conversation is over. I need to go find my friends.” She pushes firmly on my chest, and as much as I want to resist and keep her here with me, I don’t. I take a step back so she can pass by.

I call out to her. “My name’s Brady Lincoln in case you change your mind. I’m not hard to find.”

I watch her curvy little ass sway with each step until she’s out of sight. Damn. She’s got some banging curves on her and a fresh little mouth I’d like to keep permanently occupied. I adjust my dick and knock the rest of my drink back.

Harlow. I like that name. It suits her. I wonder what her last name is? I’m a dumbass for not asking, but she took me by surprise. She knocked me off balance a little and girls never do. I’m not sure I like the unexpected effect she had on me, but I’m definitely intrigued by her hot curves and her spitfire mouth.

I make myself another drink and then head back to the large living room to seek her out. I want to know her last name and where she lives. I’ve never seen her on campus and I’m sure I’d remember if I had. She’s not someone I’d forget. She’s a tempting little package I can’t wait to open.

My eyes scan around the crowded space for her, but I don’t spot her anywhere. Leaning my back against the wall, I sip on my drink, disappointed. I was looking forward to talking with her some more. I’m sure I could’ve convinced her to come home with me if I had a few more minutes to lay some of the Lincoln charm on her. Better luck next time.

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Acknowledgments

Thank you to every reader who purchased, borrowed, or read Changing the Player with Kindle Unlimited. I’m honored you took the time to read my words and I hope you enjoyed Flynn and Nadia’s story.

Thank you to my amazing PA, Diane, for all that you do for me and all the support you give me. It’s amazing to be able to focus on my writing and not need to worry about all the things that you take care of for me. This past year has been filled with so much uncertainty, but your support has been unwavering. I’m more grateful than ever to have you beside me.

I have to thank and apologize to my very understanding editor and proofreader, Shauna Stevenson from Ink Machine Editing. I always have the best of intentions about giving you my chapters in a timely manner, but it just doesn’t work out. Maybe next time, but just in case don’t hold your breath. Thank you so much for fitting CTP in even though I ran late.

Marley Valentine, thank you for doing such a great job on the formatting of Changing The Player. You always make my books look awesome and make the process quick and painless.

Thank you to all the members of my reader’s group Spoiled by Chance, the most amazing group on Facebook. Thanks so much for all your support and enthusiasm. This past year has been crazy and our group has kept me sane and motivated. Thank you for all the shares you give my graphics and for recommending my books every chance you get. It’s an amazing feeling to have such a strong support system