THE HOT SHOT (GAME ON Book 4)
By Kristen Callihan
Release Day: April 17th
5 Game On Crowns
I am sucker for all sports tropes. There is something about watching a sexy athlete take all that dedication and devotion for a sport and place it on the woman he loves. And of all the sports tropes, football players just hit the mark, particularly the Game On series.
Part of what makes this story and series special is the characters, all of them. All of the new football players, seeing Dex and Rolando again, and even tiny glimpses of Drew and Gray is entertaining. These men provide humor for the serious moments and become the sounding board for the main characters. But these secondary characters are more than tools for the author to progress the plot or develop the characters of the story, she makes you love them, too!
The hero, Finn, is the quarterback of the team, and as all quarterbacks go, he is dedicated, loyal, supportive. QBs are sexy and smart and thrive on instinct, and this is Finn. He encapsulates all of these things. Plus he is a mixture of two of my favorite athletic characters, Drew and Gray, allowing him to be serious and humorous and always exuding charm. His sense of humor and his honestly is what readers will adore about him, but he also has some pain that has affected him, and readers’ hearts will break for him, resulting in our allegiance to his character and our desire to see him get his happy ending with Chester.
Readers will love Chess just as much as they love Finn. She is also fiercely protective of her friends and the people she loves. The damage from her past has made her partially closed off to relationships. She is, however, fiercely loyal to those who matter to her. One of the attributes I love most is her intelligence and authentic uniqueness. She is her own person and loves what she loves and is who she is without apology. Her fierceness and independence are phenomenal.
What will really make readers love this story is the relationship between Chess and Finn. They fight physical attraction to be friends, and with each moment together they grow closer and become more. Their connection is built on so much more than the physical connection they share. They give each other a break, peace from the world, a safe haven to retreat to. In addition to the emotional connection that is palpable, the sexual tension is also off the charts, and their chemistry is explosive, allowing their intimate moments to be filled with passion.
What makes a Kristen Callihan novel different from most is that she creates a real romance. There are hard times that will make readers’ hearts ache, joyous times that will have readers smiling, and an ending that is real. This makes the romance of the The Hot Shot that much more enjoyable. Kristen Callihan doesn’t gloss over the hard stuff, she doesn’t magically wave a wand and make it all go away. She tackles this challenging and often difficult and delicate topics with her characters, and gives them the HEA they deserve and an ending that is real, giving her stories a unique voice.
Kristen Callihan is one of my favorite writers, not only because she writes characters and stories I love, but because I am in awe of her talent as a writer. Each story of hers that I have read, I have been consumed by. Her words place me into this world to interact with these complex and developed characters, and I never want it to be over. She is absolutely an automatic one-click author, and The Hot Shot should be at the top your reading list today.
First we were friends. Then we were roommates. Now I want more…
What can I say about Chess Copper? The woman is capable of bringing me to my knees. I know this about five minutes after getting naked for her.
No one is more surprised than me. The prickly photographer my team hired to shoot our annual charity calendar isn’t my usual type. She’s defense to my offense, a challenge at every turn. But when I’m with her, all the regrets and darkness goes away. She makes life fun.
I want to know Chess, be close to her. Which is a bad idea.
Chess is looking for a relationship. I’ve never given a woman more than one night. But when fate leaves Chess without a home, I step up and offer her mine. We’re roommates now. Friends without benefits. But it’s getting harder to keep our hands off each other. And the longer we live together the more I realize she’s becoming my everything.
Trick is… Now that I’ve made her believe I’m a bad bet, how do I convince her to give this player a true shot at forever?
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Grumbling, I toss on some black lounge pants and my oversized Tulane t-shirt and head to the drugstore.
My head throbs by the time I get there, and my insides are writhing. I rest my hand against my lower stomach and grab a basket before calling James to complain.
“I swear,” I tell him as I grab a bottle of painkillers. “It’s like this entire day has been cursed.”
He snickers. “Curse. Get it? Curse?”
I roll my eyes, even though he can’t see me. “Laugh it up. Meanwhile, it feels as if someone is playing Battleship in my uterus.”
“Poor Chessie bear. At least we know why you were in such a foul mood.”
A flush washes over my cheeks. “Yeah.” Lie. Lie. Lie. A tub of salted caramel gelato makes its way into the basket.
“Tell me you’re getting some gelato,” James says.
I smile. “Just grabbed it.”
“You know it.”
I find the feminine products aisle and search for my brand. “I’m going to go home, take a long bath with my gelato, and forget this fucking day.” Forget Finn. “And then I’m going to go on Amazon and buying a freaking year’s supply of tampons so I don’t have to make these kinds of emergency runs anymore.”
A low, deep chuckle rumbles from behind me, and all the tiny hairs lift on my arms.
“But you’ll still need your gelato,” a familiar—fuck me, seriously?—voice points out.
My insides swoop even as my cheeks burn.
“Who is that?” James asks in my ear.
I slowly turn on one heel. “The plague,” I say, glaring up at Finn Mannus’s smiling face.
“From asshat to plague.” Finn scrunches up his brow. “I’m not sure if that’s a step down or a tie.”
“Who is that?” James nearly yells now.
I don’t take my eyes off Finn. “I’ll call you back.”
James’s squawks of protest cut off as I hit the end button.
“Are you stalking me, Mannus?”
Finn a rests his hands low on his lean hips. “Having a healthy amount of conceit myself, I have to admire yours, but no, buttercup. My buddy Woodson lives a few blocks away. It’s poker night. I’m stocking up on beer.”
It’s only then I notice a twelve pack tucked under his other arm.
“And tampons?” I ask, with a pointed look around the aisle we’re standing in.
“Not tonight,” he says easily. “Though we used to keep a pack of them back in college. Light flows were perfect for stopping up bloody noses.”
A snort escapes me. “Now there’s a visual.” Somehow, I’ve taken a step closer to him. He’s freshly showered, the golden brown strands of his hair still damp at his temples. And I wonder if he’s just come from the gym or practice. “So back in college you went and bought these tampons?”
“Nah,” he says with a cheeky smile. “I’d ask one of the girls hanging around to get me some.”
“Of course you did.” My nose wrinkles with annoyance.
“Give me a little credit, Chess. I’d buy them now if I had to.”
“Hmm…” I eye him, trying not to return his smile. If only because it’s more fun when he teases. “So why are you in this aisle now, if not for potential nosebleed needs?”
“That’s easy.” He steps closer, a warm wall of muscle and clean scent. “I heard your voice.”
For a second I just blink. “You recognized my voice?”
His gaze darts over my face as if he’s trying to get a read on why I’m gaping at him. “Not to be…ah…rude, but you’re loud when you talk on the phone.”
“Yeah, but… You recognized it.” We’d only just met. It occurs to me that I’d recognized his both times he’d snuck up on me. Then again, his voice is distinctive, flowing like hot honey when he’s relaxed or hammering down like iron to rock when he’s taking command of a situation.
A soft flush of pink tints the tips of his ears. If I wasn’t staring at him, I might have missed it. He shifts his weight. “Was I not supposed to?”
“No. Yes.” I shake my head and laugh. “I don’t know.”
He grins then. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”
“I’m not flustered.” I am.
About the Author:
Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal , best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.