Another one bites the dust. Any by another one, I mean me. Oh, and my heart. It was done for the minute I started this book. I don't know how I still never expect this, but I should have know it would knock me down to read this, and it was perfection.
I don't read blurbs. This is a thing about me. Never. I especially don't read Tijan's. I adore everything she reads. From the angst to the swoon, this book was amazing. It also had a nice dose of Alpha-ness that I needed.
I loved how many personalities we got in this book. I totally felt like I had read a book in this world before and I felt right at home. That is the magic of a Tijan novel. It totally just pulls you in and you are home with your friends.
But also, you are at camp with a hot group of basketball players.
SO there is that.
But really this novel pulls at you hearts stings and throws you into some super uncomfortable situations while at the same time helping you fall in love with the characters page after page.
I want more. So much more.
I asked for his criteria for bed buddies-that's the PG version.
He swore at me and said he didn't do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start.
Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder.
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He's also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work.
Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job.
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that's normal. Right?
Reese and I shouldn't have become friends. We shouldn't have become roommates.
And we really shouldn't have started sleeping together ... (Except we did.)
I'm adorably psychotic. He's in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.