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๐๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐: ๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ก๐ฒ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป by Ginger Scott releases on October 10th. Check out this sneak peek!
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What to expect:
โ๏ธEnemies-to-Lovers
โ๏ธForbidden Love
โ๏ธFated to Fall
โ๏ธFamous Quarterback Dad
โ๏ธFootball
โ๏ธSmall Town
โ๏ธComing-of-age
โ๏ธBonfires
โ๏ธRivalries
โ๏ธCheerleading
Excerpt:
โIโm not Bryceโs girl,โ she says, a point sheโs made clear many times.
Still, I canโt help but hate that guy for having had something with her. And having cheated on her. And spreading stories about how clingy she is, and making her sound like a crazy ex to every other girl he bragged to. He used her as clout, used the fact he dated a famous manโs daughter
as a way to up his own cachet.
โI know,โ I say in a hushed tone. My eyes zero in on her mouth. I feel her breath against my chin.
โIโm nobodyโs girl. I belong to me.โ Her eyes are open, and I lean back a tick to meet her gaze and prove to her that I hear her.
โOkay,โ I say.
Her attention once again dips to my mouth, and her tongue peeks out between her lips. While her left hand twists my shirt into a tighter hold, her right one nudges my chin toward hers, and I bend down just enough for her sweet, perfect mouth to touch my bottom lip. It takes every ounce of self-restraint in my body not to say fuck it and kiss her the way I want to. But Iโd only bust open my stitch and probably bleed all over both of us. So Iโll have to settle for slow.
I indulge in her being in charge of this. She takes my bottom lip between hers and sucks in lightly, her tongue passing along my skin as she holds my mouth to hers. I forgo breathing. In fact, I donโt fill my lungs once after her feet flatten back on the pavement. I definitely donโt draw in air when she unfurls my shirt from her grip. Itโs not until her hand falls from my chin and I let go of her face and look into her almond-shaped brown eyes that I remember air exists at all.
โIโve decided,โ she says, climbing into the driverโs side. I ease the door closed.
โOh, yeah? Whatโs that?โ My eyes donโt know where to focus. What mental pictures to snap most. Her mouth. Her face. The stray blonde hairs blowing across the bridge of her nose. Back to her mouth.
โI like you, Wyatt Stone. Quite a lot, I think.โ
The full grin sneaks up on me, and I wince when it stretches my stitch.
I touch the spot with my fingertips and Peyton giggles, then promptly
rolls up her window and drives away.
Blurb:
Football has been my life. Not that I ever had a choice in the matter. When your dad is a retired, future Hall-of-Fame quarterback, the gridiron tends to weave its way into your DNA.
I always loved the game, but I could do without the spotlight that comes with being Peyton Johnson, the great Reed Johnsonโs daughter. To make matters worse, when my dad retired from the NFL, he decided his second calling was to take over the head coaching gig at my high school, where he has coached my boyfriend for the last three years.
Correctionโmy ex-boyfriend.
While the fairytale high-school sweetheart story may have worked for my parents, I have other plans. And following a self-absorbed athlete to college is not part of them, no matter how hard my dad tries to push me and my ex together.
Thankfully, a new high school opens and draws a line through the center of our town, sending half of my dadโs players to a new team. And apparently, their new quarterback is breaking all of my dadโs old state records. Itโs the ultimate distraction, giving me the chance to land myself a spot on the cheer team at any college that isnโt close to home.
But then I meet him. Wyatt Stone. The guy my dad considers our enemy. The best quarterback Iโve ever seen. A complete jerk who I canโt quit thinking about. And running into. And rooting for.
Now, Iโm the one who is distracted. And repeating my parentsโ love story doesnโt sound so bad after all.
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