From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the
Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is
tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two games.
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the
secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica
can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s
no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at
New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the
last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen,
filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for
Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass
without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes
his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell
away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do
that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of
Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is
thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they
have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s
worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
“Thought you didn’t want me?” I whisper in her ear. “Hasn’t
that been your motto for days?”
“I…don’t…” she replies breathily.
I curl my fingers inside her and push down on her clit.
“Don’t give me that shit, Leah. My fingers are inside your gorgeously tight
pussy right now. Don’t tell me you don’t fuckin’ want me.”
She drops her head forward onto my shoulder as I continue to
work her, to rub her, to bring her closer to the edge. Before she goes, I pull
my fingers from her and hold her face in front of mine.
“Corey,” she whispers. It’s deep and low, seductive and
begging, and it’s music to my fucking ears.
“Tell me you want me.” I graze my teeth across her bottom
lip. “Tell me you want me and I’ll give you what you need.”
“I want you.” Her breath fans over my mouth.
“Say my name.”
“Demanding bastard.” She manages a laugh, but it’s breathy
and desperate. “I want you, Corey. Okay? I want you.”
My whole body goes taut, tight. Yes. Those are the words
I’ve fucking wanted. I don’t care if I’ve had to tease her with my fingers and
hold an orgasm for ransom to get them. What matters is that she said them, and
she can’t take them back—not when she’s gyrating her hips against my hand.
“Corey,” she moans softly. “Now finish me off, for the love
of fucking God.”
I move my fingers quickly inside her and rub her clit. And I
look at her. I watch her lips part and her eyes close and her cheeks flush. I
feel her breath quicken and her muscles tighten around me and her juices over
my fingers. And finally, I hear her cry out as she comes. I hear her cry my
motherfucking name into my shoulder as she comes.
My. Fucking. Name.
Her body collapses against mine, and I press kisses along
her jaw to her lips. I cup the back of her head and hold her to me. Her falling
apart in my arms is the most goddamn beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The glaze
over her eyes, the quickening of her breathing, the moans from between those
lips.
“You. Bastard,” she whispers into my neck.
I don’t think it’s any secret by now that I am a
hugeeee Emma Hart fan. I will read anything she writes. And there is good
reason for that. Blindsided was a
refreshing reminder of the NA genre that I fell in love with. The witty banter,
the sassy heroine, the intensely alpha hero, the swooning, the feels… It’s been
too long since I’ve fallen in love with a book as easily as I fell in love with
Blindsided.
I think the synopsis of Blindsided is well explained in the synopsis, so there’s no need to
touch up on that. I actually loved the synopsis of this book. It’s not too
often these days that we get a summary of the book, as authors tend to go all
mysterious on you only to disappoint you when their story ends up being just
like all the others. But, with this story what you see is what you get with the
synopsis. Well, minus the incredible experience you get while reading Blindsided. I loveddd falling in love
with the characters. And all the emotions were so strong. And I can still say
that this story took me by surprise. I’ll confess: I’m not a huge football girl
at all. But, man did this book make me want to be one. Well, almost. Especially
if they’re all as sexy as Corey.
Leah Veronica is not unlike Hart’s other heroines.
She’s independent, strong, and super feisty. She doesn’t take anyone’s shit—especially
Corey’s. It’s so refreshing to find a heroine that doesn’t fall head over heels
in love with the hero after three pages. In fact, Leah does everything she can
to resist him in the beginning. She has goals, she has a career, she values her
privacy, and she surely does not intend to let Corey get in the way of any of
that. But, you can’t say no to an alpha male. Especially not an Emma Hart alpha
male. Anyway, I enjoyed her character a lot, as her comments and inner
monologue had me endlessly entertained. And, I also fell for Corey along with
her. She was such a relatable heroine—well, not in the gorgeousness or ability
to attract an all-star football player, but hey a girl can dream.
Corey Jackson is definitely something else. In the
beginning, I had to ask myself a couple times if Hart was for real when writing
his character. He’s the most dominating out of all her NA books and can even
rival some of her heroes from her Adult books. He’s cocky, arrogant, and an
asshole. He definitely straddles the line of asshole and sexy alpha. As the
book progresses, we see more sides to him as he falls for Leah. At first, he
was the standard Hollywood player, and with those looks he has every right to
be. But, we see him set his eyes on Leah, and he so often voices, “he gets what
he wants”. I hated that they tried to turn it into a game at first, but it did
build up the angst and make me really want them to get together all the more.
All in all, Blindsided
gets to go to my favorites shelf along with all the other Emma Hart books that
I’ve read. Corey and Leah are just too irresistible. Their chemistry sizzled
from their first encounter, and I could feel the heat between them only
increase as the book progressed. Corey’s arrogance and dirty talking had me
panting for more, and Leah’s feistiness had me laughing for hours. This is one
book you don’t want to miss. It’s not a quick read, but it is a light one. Get
ready to swoon, laugh, and give your panties over to Corey Jackson.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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