Playing for Keeps Series by Riley Hart

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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 385(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)

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I've hated spoiled, cocky Patrick Whitt since the first time I saw him at football camp when we were kids.

Once we made it to the NFL, of course, he landed on the LA Royals, the biggest rivals of my team, the Denver Rush. Everything about him rubs me the wrong way...until one unexpected night, we happen to rub each other the right way, and suddenly I can't get enough of him.

And Patrick can't get enough of me either.

I'm his secret, and he's mine, stealing moments together where he comes undone for me.

There's more to Patrick than I thought, and now one thing is clear to me.

Despite all of the obstacles in our way, Patrick Whitt is mine.

I don't know what it is about Malik Tucker that gets under my skin, but he irritates the hell out of me. Maybe it's that he was drafted instead of me to my dream NFL team, the Denver Rush. Or maybe it's that he's a force to be reckoned with on the field and adored by fans and his family off the field. He seems to be living the perfect life while I live the perfect lie.

And then we have a chance encounter that changes everything.

We keep it professional on the field, but off the field, there's all kinds of illegal contact happening between us. Every time we're together, I'm drawn in deeper, intoxicated by the way Malik makes me feel, the things we do to each other in the bedroom.

At some point, we're going to have to let go, but I'm not sure I'll be able to.

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PROLOGUE

TUCKER

As I stood in the living room of the house party, watching Patrick Whitt dance in the middle of three girls, all of them vying for his attention, all I could think was how much I wished I could knock the smug expression off his face.

One little punch wouldn’t be so bad, would it? Maybe I could even make it look like an accident…something like…oops, I almost tripped and your face caught my fist? Nah, that wouldn’t work, but maybe I could come up with something else.

Technically, our asses shouldn’t even have ended up at the same party. Sure, we lived in the same Florida town and both played football, but Whitt went to private school and hung out with the other trust fund kids who had more money than someone like me would ever know what to do with. It wasn’t like we hung around in the same circles…but I knew him, and we ended up at the same football camp every summer—one I had to apply for a scholarship to get into. So basically, my existence was taunted by Whitt in more ways than it should be, and I really needed the universe, or whatever the fuck was out there, to stop right now.

He glanced over one of the girls’ shoulders and winked at me. Did he think I couldn’t get girls, too? Maybe it would be a little harder here because I wasn’t wearing designer shit, but I didn’t give a fuck about stuff like that. And I didn’t give a fuck about Whitt.

I turned and made my way through the crowd of teenagers to search for the keg. I found it and waited in line to get my red Solo cup filled. The foam sloshed over the top, making my hand sticky, but I just wiped it on my jeans while I looked for my friend, Dimitri. It was because of him we were here. He was always trying to get into rich kid parties, though I didn’t know why he gave a fuck what the Whitts of the world thought anyway, but he did.

“Yo! D!” I called over the music and people when I saw him. He was in the living room, talking to two girls I didn’t recognize.

“What the fuck, bro. I was looking for you,” he said.

“Not too hard, obviously.” I nodded to the girls. “What’s up, ladies? Is this guy bothering you?” I laid it on thick, and they smiled.

“Fucking idiot,” Dimitri teased. “This is Shondra and Leigh. This is Shondra’s house we’re partying at. Ladies, this is Malik, but everyone calls him Tucker.”

The girls were both gorgeous—Leigh with long, thick curls and Shondra with her hair in purple faux locs. It was Leigh who stepped closer to me. “Hey, Tucker.” Leigh ran her hand down my pec and let it stay there, her bright pink nails vivid against her flawless brown skin. She looked up at me beneath lashes that didn’t hide her interest.

“Hey, girl.” I appreciated her confidence in touching me like that. She flashed a smile at me that I couldn’t help but return. Maybe this party wasn’t so bad after all.

She gave me a smile that I couldn’t pretend didn’t make me do the same thing.

Dimitri and I talked to Shondra and Leigh for a while, which then led to making out with them. We didn’t bother to find a room. I just pressed Leigh against the wall and let my tongue explore her mouth.

“Did you see my fucking catch in the third? No one can touch me. My dad says I’m the best player that Gable High has ever seen.”

I pulled back at the sound of Whitt’s voice pumping himself up. I glanced over. He and a group of people were closer to us than he had been before.

“Is something wrong?” Leigh asked.

No, no, it wasn’t. I’d been kissing a beautiful girl, so why did I pull away when I heard Whitt’s voice? Because he’s a cocky motherfucker and can never stop talking about how much better he is than everyone and his rich dad, who gives him all the support in the world.

My stepdad had been the same—not the rich part but the supportive one—only he’d passed away. My real dad was a piece of shit who had bailed on us when I was young. I shook those thoughts from my head, hating that Whitt made me think about stuff like that. Especially when someone had their tongue down my throat.

I kissed her again, but every time I got really into it, his stupid fucking voice would interfere, and I’d stop. Leigh huffed and leaned in, and we tried again, but my brain was back with Whitt, wondering why I couldn’t hear him anymore. Had he left?

“Is something wrong?” Leigh crossed her arms.

Before I had the chance to reply, the bane of my existence was standing beside us. “I heard that’s a problem for him…satisfying women,” Whitt said with a smirk.

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False Start (Playing for Keeps #2) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/false-start-playing-for-keeps-2-read-online-riley-hart Mon, 24 Apr 2023 15:56:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/false-start-playing-for-keeps-2-read-online-riley-hart Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Sports Authors: Riley Hart Series: Playing for Keeps Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)

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If only my feelings were as fake as this "relationship" with my former teammate.

CULLEN: I’ve been the NFL’s “problem child” since my rookie year. If there’s trouble, I’ll find it.

But my biggest weakness has always been Houston McRae. We were secretly together in college before it blew up in our faces.

So, when I see him again years later, you’d think I’d know better than to end up in an airport bathroom stall tearing his clothes off.

To make matters worse, because of mistakes I’ve made, I find out afterward I’m being traded… to Denver.

Where Houston lives. Because of course.

I’m not taking responsibility for the two of us ending up in a fake relationship. That’s all on him, but I can’t pretend I won’t enjoy it. As long as I don’t let myself fall for him again, I’ll be fine, right?

HOUSTON: I lived, breathed, and slept football until an injury sidelined me for life. Now I’m solely focused on finding my place again… until Cullen Atwood walks back into my life and tempts me into an airport bathroom stall, where every ounce of passion for him I thought I’d buried returns with a vengeance.

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PROLOGUE

HOUSTON

They say time heals all wounds, blunts the edges of life’s blades. That it dulls the memory of someone’s smile, leeches warmth from the memory of their touch.

Always sounded like a load of bullshit to me.

Yet, I kinda believed it—at least in an optimistic sense—until five minutes ago when, amid the hum of chatter and clinking glass, I glanced up from scrolling my phone to find Cullen Atwood sitting on one of SkyAir Lounge’s fancy barstools. Even at a distance, my heart shuddered with recognition at the way his finger lazily traced the rim of the glass the bartender placed in front of him. The curve of his back was still etched in my memory, sharp as a blade. I couldn’t look away, mesmerized by the jolt of electricity that surged through me, just as powerful as it’d been when I’d first met him at Southern University a decade ago.

My phone chimed with a text, breaking my trance, and I dropped my gaze with a sigh of relief.

Garrett: You there yet?

Me: Still at O’Hare. Flight’s been delayed.

Garrett: Ugh. Sorry, bro.

Me: No big deal. SkyAir’s members’ club is pretty sweet. Maybe I can just stay here for the next couple of days. Screw the interview.

Ramsey: Your enthusiasm about this job opportunity is overwhelming. Please tone it down.

Garrett: That’s just Houston. Excitable as a puppy.

Ramsey: If the puppy is a Rottweiler.

Garrett: I was thinking more along the lines of a wiener dog. Speaking of, I think we should get a dog.

Ramsey: I don’t know about that. We can circle back to wieners, though.

Me: Please don’t.

I groaned, even as a smile tickled the corner of my lips. Being in a group chat with my best friend and his boyfriend, who happened to also be my younger brother, was a mixed bag that usually devolved into them smack-talking each other, or me, until I threatened to leave the chat.

Me: As much as I’d love to watch a text debate about pet ownership play out, I feel I should be the voice of reason and remind you both that you play pro football for a living. You don’t have time for a dog right now.

Garrett: Which is why you’ll dog sit for us.

That was my cue.

Me: I’m leaving the chat now.

Tucking my phone away, I glanced at the flight display and sighed. The delay on top of Atwood somehow appearing in an airport club a thousand miles away from our respective home bases was starting to feel like another prank from the universe.

The last time I saw him, what felt like a lifetime ago, there were fewer than five yards and an entire world between us. I still had my pro football career with the Rush, a roaring stadium, the ringing of the coach’s calls, and the bustle of my teammates surrounding me. From the opposing side, Cullen’s piercing hazel gaze locked on mine until the shrill of the whistle drew them away.

A smart man would go back to the mind-numbing scroll of his phone.

Or leave.

But I never claimed to be smart, especially where Cullen was concerned, just decent at football until my knee had a disastrous encounter with two opposing linebackers and my career was unceremoniously over. Ramsey was right that I wasn’t overly enthused about the assistant coach interview with New York, but I’d had enough time to mourn my career. It was time to be an active participant in my own life again.

I rubbed a thumb over the twinge in my knee as I rose, hefted my backpack to my shoulder, and made my way to the bar. I left a stool between me and Cullen as I sat to order a drink. I suddenly needed one.

Cullen’s head swinging toward me felt both as inevitable and unexpected as the first time his lips brushed mine. The golden flecks in his eyes were enhanced by the forest-colored button-down he wore. I’d ripped something similar off him before, and the memory thumped the back of my brain with a dull ache as he gestured toward the stool between us nonchalantly. “That some sort of boundary line, McRae? Don’t worry, I won’t steal your backpack.”

We’d never done proper goodbyes; why would we bother with a proper hello? “I hear it’s something called ‘common courtesy.’”

“Ahhh, yes.” Cullen’s lips twisted into a sardonic moue. “One of those things I try to avoid at all costs.” The bartender set a rocks glass down in front of me. Clear liquid, a lime on the rim. “I assume you still like vodka tonics. Saw you as I walked in.” His self-assured grin, like he’d known I’d come over, irked me.

“Not usually at 10:00 a.m. on a Monday.” There were plenty of empty stools nearby, but maybe he was spot-on about it being a boundary line. The scent of his cologne hung faintly in the air—the same damn one he wore in college. That I remembered it was yet more evidence that all the epithets about time were bullshit.

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Rookie Move (Playing for Keeps #1) Read Online Riley Hart http://www.ilovenovels.com/rookie-move-playing-for-keeps-1-read-online-riley-hart Tue, 24 May 2022 09:11:24 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/rookie-move-playing-for-keeps-1-read-online-riley-hart Genre: M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Authors: Riley Hart Series: Playing for Keeps Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86614 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	(Playing for Keeps #1) Rookie Move
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Riley Hart
Language:	English
ISBN/ ASIN:	B09ZF8XVGQ
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Falling for a teammate who also happens to be your brother's best friend? Total rookie move. McRAE: I’ve had a crush on my brother’s best friend since the moment I laid eyes on him four years ago. Warner Ramsey is 225 pounds of pure hotness, a media darling, and one of the best NFL quarterbacks in the league. Hell, he’s the reason I figured out I’m solidly bi. It was easy to keep my crush under control when I was in college. Now, we play for the same team, and every time he talks smack, I want to shut him up. With my mouth. But I’ve got other things I should be focusing on, like dominating my rookie year with the Denver Rush and finally stepping out of my brother’s shadow. Besides, Ramsey’s straight. RAMSEY: I’ve never tapped into my bisexuality—never told anyone except my best friend that I’m bi. All I want is to play football and not draw media attention like my dad, who got ousted from the league. Garrett McRae is my biggest temptation. He’s gotten under my skin for years. I’m supposed to be looking out for him, not thinking about getting him naked. And definitely not the kiss we shared. That I somehow instigated. It was stupid, and not like me, but God, it was hot. We’re teammates, with million-dollar contracts on the line. And yet…is a little experimentation really so bad? Rookie Move is a low-angst, high-heat sports romance in the Playing for Keeps series.
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PROLOGUE

GARRETT

The foyer of Ty Roberts’s mansion had a giant fucking compass embedded in the floor.

“Jesus,” I breathed out, staring at the ornate tile and stonework that probably cost more than my life. “Is this thing here so we don’t get lost? Is that onyx?”

Houston struggled to shut the equally gigantic mahogany door we’d just walked through. It was twice as tall as him, and he’d had to put actual effort into pushing it open—impressive, considering how much he’d bulked up since being drafted to the Denver Rush last year.

“I think it’s semiprecious stone, yeah. Something like that. Damn, Ty needs to oil this thing.” Houston planted a palm against the door, gave it a hard push, and it finally shut all the way. Even the creaking of the door settling back into the frame sounded expensive. Good luck to the next person trying to enter. “If you get lost, just stand still, and I’ll find you eventually.” Houston grinned.

“Think there’s a rack of lingerie around here?” That had happened once in a department store when I was a kid. My mom and Houston were trying on shoes, and I’d wandered off. Houston had found me underneath a rack of lacy women’s panties and garters, playing with the fasteners.

He chuckled and ruffled my hair. “Maybe. Ty does like his women.”

I swatted his hand. “Cut it out with the hair-ruffling shit, okay? I’m an adult now.”

“On a technicality. You still have the rest of senior year to go, jackass. And I don’t care how old you are. You’ll always be my sweet wittle baby bro.”

I batted his hand away again when he reached out to pinch my cheek, and Houston’s laughter echoed in the cavernous space.

To either side of us, staircases swept up to the second floor, but the action seemed to be ahead of us. Houston ticked his chin toward the sound of voices and the thump of a heavy bassline coming from beyond the foyer. “C’mon, let’s… Wait.” He clapped a big paw on my shoulder and spun me to face him before I could take a step. “We need to cover some ground rules.”

“No, we don’t.” I scowled. “I can take care of myself, and you’d better not lead me around introducing me as your ‘baby brother.’” I already knew it was inevitable; he’d do it just to fuck with me the way he always did, and I was just encouraging him by mentioning it in the first place.

“Then behave.” He cocked a grin that sobered quickly. “This is Ty we’re talking about, so there’ll be a lot of alcohol here. A bar. Definitely kegs. Do not drink too much and get me in trouble with Mom and Dad.”

“I promise,” I said solemnly.

Houston narrowed his eyes at the twitch of my lips. “Seriously, Garrett. If you do something stupid like spew on Mom’s ‘nice’ couch again, it’ll be your funeral, and they’ll never let you come out with me again.”

Okay, that was better motivation. We weren’t even fully in the party yet, and I already wanted to be invited back to all of them. Actually, fuck that. I wanted to be the one hosting shindigs like this in a big mansion someday. And, for the record, I’d only spewed on the couch a little. It had come right up with some Resolve, even though the vodka had been mixed with Hawaiian Punch. Grandma Ruth’s rug had taken the brunt of that bad decision, and Mom had been looking for an excuse to get rid of it anyway. I no longer drank anything mixed with Hawaiian Punch. My gut revolted at the mere thought. Vodka, eh, that was a little different.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good. Swear.”

Deciding I sounded sincere enough, Houston checked my shoulder and brushed past me. “Onward, then.”

The music and cacophony of voices grew louder as we passed through one archway and then another that led to a sunken living room packed with people. French doors were open to a patio and offered a glimpse of a sparkling pool beyond, lit with LED lights that gradually shifted in color from blue to purple. I almost tripped over my own feet as we descended the steps because I was so preoccupied staring at everything and everyone. “This is crazy.”

“Huh?” Houston cast a glance over his shoulder at me, then hooked his elbow through mine. “Oh, crazy, yeah. It’s weird how fast I’ve gotten used to it, but it’s a lot, right?”

It was a whole hell of a lot. A lot of people, a lot of music, a lot of booze, a lot of stuff on the walls that even I could recognize as nice art.

I spotted Houston’s teammates easily—I’d been watching their games like a hawk since the season started. Beautiful women surrounded them, even the less attractive guys on the team, and I watched as Houston’s gaze landed briefly on a few of them before moving on.

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