Pitcher, a Commander in Briefs prequel novella by Kristy Marie, is AVAILABLE NOW!
Theo is a typical and yet not so typical sports hero – cocky and self assured. He whole-heartedly does not ever apologize for his behavior nor his manipulation of others to get Anniston all to himself. He also makes no attempt to hide his desire of her to others and his willingness to be devious when it comes to her. What is the most unique though is that Anniston is exactly the same. She is just as devious, just as manipulative, and just as possessive of Theo as he is of her.
I found their relationship to be completely entertaining and funny. Are there moments of frustration? Yes. Especially because they both know how the other feels, but there are extenuating circumstances holding them back. There is little to no conflict in the book, and yet I was still entertained by their antics, and I knew at the conclusion that I absolutely needed their full novel.
I am loving the world Kristy Marie has created. Her writing is a fresh voice in the rom-dramady world, and I am absolutely loving every single thing I read from her.
No one needs that many hookups!
I wake with a start.
Giggling is coming from the living room.
I’m not a psycho.
I know it’s irrational. Trust me, I’ve been in this situation time and time again.
It never gets any easier.
Climbing out of the bed, I tell my rational self to fucking chill. Just because Theo spent the afternoon with me, holding me in his arms and dragging those long fingers down my spine does not mean he can’t get a quickie in our living room.
I mean, I’ve seen it before.
Many, many times.
So why I am shucking off my pants, leaving myself in his T-shirt and underwear, as I head out into the open area?
Because I’m a closet asshole.
“Don’t mind me.” I wave off, covering one side of my face in a show of giving them privacy. “I just need to use the bathroom.”
It could be true.
“Oh God, I forgot you had a roommate,” the girl of the night adds.
I drop my hand so I can glare at her when I catch Theo’s gaze in the lamp light. His cheek twitches as he peels himself off the bottled blonde. He scratches the side of said cheek with his middle finger, and I almost smile.
But Barbie interrupts me. “I bet you’ll be so happy to get your own place.”
My eyes scan for something to throw at her, but I see Theo shake his head.
Whatever. I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life.
I forge down the hall and act like she isn’t shirtless and stroking my man’s leg like she’s about to pounce.
I march my petty ass straight into our shared bathroom and grab a pair of panties—not the crime scene ones—and a bottle of perfume, and head into Von Bremen’s room where I proceed to spritz the ever-loving fuck out of his navy sheets.
And when I think I have them completely saturated, I shove my undies under his pillow for good measure.
Two can play this game, Barbie.
He will be relieved to have his own place, my toned ass.
You have no idea the shit I do for this man.