Fumbled Beginning: A Brother’s Best Friend Sports Romance (The Atlanta Arrows) by S. Jones ➱ Book Release
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5 FUMBLED BEGINNING STARS!! I read this book in 2 hours; I could not put it down—Rhonda, Goodreads reviewer
I know every time I start one of this author's books, I'll be hooked, and that's exactly what JP and Rylee did. They captivated me from the beginning. I absolutely loved their story. —Vicky's Magical Book Blog
JP and Rylee were captivating. The ending was perfection, and I wouldn't change a single thing about this book. I could not put it down! —Kazia, Goodreads reviewer
I unrolled my window, and the sight of him made me wish I had walked or called my dad instead. His playful green eyes smiled down at me.
“Thank you for coming. I hope I didn’t tear you away from anything too important, like a date or something like that.”
His brow raised, and I suddenly felt the urge to pound my head against the steering wheel. Maybe it would reset my brain and get it to start working right again.
I felt like Baby in Dirty Dancing when she blurted out, “I carried a watermelon.”
“You didn’t tear me away from anything. I was up watching ESPN.” His face broke out into a full-blown grin. “Would it bother you if I was on a date?”
“Of course not. It’s none of my business what or who you do.”
He snorted. “Yeah, I can tell.”
“Whatever.” I sighed because it was obvious that I was lying. “How much do you know about cars?” I asked, leaning back slightly. His large frame was taking up so much room it was hard for me to think clearly.
“What seems to be the problem?” he asked, sticking his head farther into my personal space. I could practically feel the heat coming off his body, and with the smell of his cologne, that was a dangerous combination for me.
When I looked up to answer him, I swallowed, and my attention immediately went to his tattooed arms, gripping the end of my door. Every tiny movement would cause the hem of his shirt to ride up his toned stomach. I averted my eyes up to his sharp jawline and noticed his newly trimmed beard, it was short, and I liked it—a lot. It made his lips more noticeable, and I wanted to kiss him so badly that I envisioned what it would feel like. No doubt I would savor every second because a man as confident as him had to be skilled in that area.
He cleared his throat, pulling me from my thoughts. “Rylee?”
“Yeah?” I blinked up at him, trying to remember what we were talking about before I slipped into fantasy land.
“Your car?”
“What about it?” I was confused and distracted and making a complete fool of myself.
His eyes were sparkling. “You mentioned something about overheating.”
“Yes, right, that would be me.” My eyes flashed to his in mortification. “I mean my car! My car is overheating. Not me!”
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