Title: Lucky Number Eleven
Author: Adriana Locke
Genre: Romantic Comedy/Sports Romance
Release Date: September 7, 2017
5 Candy Apple CROWNS
Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke is hands down, without question my favorite book of hers. It has absolutely every thing in I love in a sports romance: cocky sports hero, feisty heroine, and sweet and sexy times. I never wanted it to end.
Branch Best is my kryptonite. Seriously, this man hits all of my points for a hero. He is sexy as heck with the body of an athlete (hello, cover), and he has the confident swagger that I cannot resist. Even with his arrogance, there are these moments of kindness beneath the surface when he interacts with Layla that just makes you swoon and wins you over. Layla couldn’t resist his charms and neither will you.
Layla is my favorite heroine. She is smart and witty, and so feisty that she has no problem putting Branch in his place before and after their time at the cottage. Her ability to stand up to him, demand things from him, and walk away from him had me cheering her on the whole way through the novel. Add to that the way she deals with the surprise plot development and I was sold on her character. I really love her just as much as Branch.
This story is engaging from the opening pages. The Expose article for the opening of Lucky Number Eleven is pure brilliance. Starting the reader in the middle of the conflict makes us desperate to see how the characters got there. Then Adriana Locke’s use of secondary characters, especially Poppy, as a form of comedy is brilliant. I love all of her moments with Layla. In fact I want a friend just like her, supportive, loving, and willing to throw down for her friend. The chemistry between Branch and Layla carries the story as well as the conflict. The author’s choice of conflict is real and believable, causing their inevitable split to feel organic and natural. Don’t fret, though, because this couple and Adriana Locke do not let readers down, and she delivers an epilogue that will absolutely have you swooning.
Lucky Number Eleven is absolutely, positively PERFECT! Adriana Locke has scored with her newest couple, and their journey to happily-ever-after had me glued to my Kindle. I never wanted it to end.
ARC received in exchange for an honest review.
People say not to believe the things you read in magazines, but you know what? Most things you’ve heard about me are probably true.
I totally banged the reporter in the locker room after the championship game last year.
Those pictures in Expose from last summer? Those were not modified.
I’m also not really six-foot tall. (But let’s keep that between us.)
Now, I know you’re wondering about that last Expose headline—the one about me and my teammate (and ex-best friend) Finn Miller’s sister, Layla James. That one is a little more complicated.
Here’s the thing: I’ve played football my whole life. If there’s one thing I know, it’s how to adjust when the game changes. And if there’s one thing I always do, it’s find a way to win.
Granted, the stakes are higher. The playbook has changed. There’s more on the line than (another) MVP title. But guess what hasn’t changed? Me. I’m still Branch “Lucky” Best and I’m not about to fumble this one.
Grab a seat and a subscription to Expose. I’m about to make some headlines. (Again.)
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“One question,” Poppy interjects, looking at Branch. “What position are you?”
“I typically like the bottom so I can watch—oomph,” he says, getting another elbow from Finn. “Wide receiver. Why?”
Looking at Poppy, I can’t help but laugh as her eyes light up.
“You got a problem with wide receivers?” Branch asks.
“You do,” Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. “They aren’t any better than quarterbacks.”
Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. “Why do we not like quarterbacks?”
“My sister was dating Callum Worthington.”
“No shit?” His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. “How in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?”
“He didn’t. We’re not together anymore.”
Branch’s eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. “I’m not a bit sorry to hear that.”
“You better forget you heard any of that,” Finn warns. “This is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?”
“Finn, relax,” I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat. “I appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he says, pulling his gaze away from Branch. “But you can’t handle him.”
USA Today and Amazon Top 10 Bestselling author Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own.
She resides in the Midwest with her husband, sons, and two dogs. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. You can find her outside if the weather’s nice and there’s always a piece of candy in her pocket.
Please contact Adriana at http://www.adrianalocke.com/. She loves to hear from readers.
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