Heâs got all the right moves
Omar Drummond is a pro football superstar with a body thatâs a pure work of art. But Morgan Gray is forbidden to act on their chemistry, or repeat their impulsive kiss. Proving her worth as a sports agent means securing the notorious celebrity as a client, not a lover. Yet between flowers, sweet notes and heady hotel interludes, Omar is shamelessly seducing her...
Other agentsâand exesâhave tried using Omar as a meal ticket, and heâs closed himself off from emotional entanglements. With Morgan, itâs a whole new playbook. Smart and tough, she can negotiate a contract and turn him on all in one go, and he craves more. But in matters of trust, heâs just fumbled badly. To win her, he has to show her the man he can be away from the pitch and the limelight, and hope that this time theyâre both playing for keeps.
Their eyes met. âStunning.â
What have I gotten myself into? Morgan didnât see how she would be able to resist him for the next two months. She didnât know if sheâd make it through the night. âThanks. You clean up pretty well yourself.â Instead of all black, he had opted for a white jacket. His tuxedo caressed his tall, lean frame, and she had visions of undoingâ
Abruptly halting her erotic fantasy, she chastised herself again. She had never lost her mind over a man before and had no intentions of starting now. âIâm ready.â Morgan slung the thin strap of her silver evening bag over her shoulder and started for the door. Omar caught her hand. The contact sent an electric current up her arm.
âMorgan, I just want you to know how much I appreciate you taking a chance on me.â He bent and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.
She ignored the potency of his cologne and the sensations flowing through her that his kiss invoked and said, âYouâre welcome. I could say the same for you.â They shared a smile. The intensity of his stare made her pulse skip, and she turned away.
Dear Reader,
I had a blast writing Morgan and Omarâs story! Morgan loves all things football (as do I). So of course she couldnât resist Omar Drummondâs offer or the man himself. But heâs having a little trouble keeping things professional, too. Any guesses as to who succumbs first?
In this story, I also touch briefly on PTSD and its effects on Omarâs family. In my research, I came across many stories from veterans and their family members, ranging from heartbreaking to hopeful. I also had an eye-opening conversation with my army veteran sister, who graciously shared part of her story. I hope you will consider donating to your local veterans organization.
Thank you for all of your emails and messages. I love hearing from you!
You all have asked about Brandonâs story. Heâs up next and I canât wait for the woman who can take his mind off work.
Much love,
Sheryl
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SHERYL LISTER has enjoyed reading and writing for as long as she can remember. She writes contemporary and inspirational romance and romantic suspense. She was nominated for a 2015 Emma Award and a 2015 RT Reviewersâ Choice Best Book Award, and was named BRABâs 2015 Best New Author. When sheâs not reading, writing or playing chauffeur, Sheryl can be found on a date with her husband or in the kitchen creating appetizers and bite-size desserts. Sheryl resides in California and is a wife, mother of three daughters and a son-in-love, and grandmother to two very special little boys.
For my sister, Sgt. Ramona L. Robinson, US Army veteran.
Acknowledgments
My Heavenly Father, thank you for my life.
To my husband, Lance, my children, family and friends, thank you for your continued support. I appreciate and love you!
Gina Golly, you always bring a smile to my face! Love you much.
A special thank you to the readers and authors Iâve met on this journey. You continue to enrich my life.
Thank you to the men and women who serve in our armed forces. I am grateful for your sacrifice.
Thank you to my editor, Patience Bloom, for your editorial guidance and support.
A very special thank you to my agent, Sarah E. Younger. I appreciate you more than words can say.
Chapter 1
He couldnât take his eyes off her. His gaze traveled from her small feet in bright pink tennis shoes, up her long, smooth honey-brown legs and lingered briefly on an apple-round bottom that would make a grown man lose his mind. He continued upward to the grass-stained oversize T-shirt tied at the waist, giving him a glimpse of the gemstone in her belly ring. A ragged ponytail sat at the top of her head with bits of grass and weeds littering the strands that flowed in disarray around her mud-smudged face. Omar Drummond edged closer to the woman. She smelled like...dirt. She was stunning.