Crosby Parks had the life most guys only dreamed of. A wealthy family, girls vying for his attention, and pro scouts after his hockey skills. But when the life he knows comes crumbling down, he’s sent to Alabama to escape the media storm and to rebuild his life. If Crosby has any shot of playing professional hockey, he must keep a low profile and graduate from college. But the second he steps foot on campus, keeping a low profile becomes impossible.
Sabrina Marshall’s mind is made up. After foolishly encouraging Alabama’s star wide receiver to friend-zone her and pursue someone else, Sabrina is determined to focus on herself and stop being everyone’s trusty sidekick and shoulder to cry on. But when she stumbles upon a naked hockey player tied to a tree in the middle of the night, Sabrina’s life is thrown upside down. Because when you leave someone tied to a tree, they eventually get free.
THE THIRD STANDALONE New Adult Sports Romance in the For You series. Each book follows a new swoonworthy couple.
Sabrina Marshall’s mind is made up. After foolishly encouraging Alabama’s star wide receiver to friend-zone her and pursue someone else, Sabrina is determined to focus on herself and stop being everyone’s trusty sidekick and shoulder to cry on. But when she stumbles upon a naked hockey player tied to a tree in the middle of the night, Sabrina’s life is thrown upside down. Because when you leave someone tied to a tree, they eventually get free.
THE THIRD STANDALONE New Adult Sports Romance in the For You series. Each book follows a new swoonworthy couple.
Excerpt
“Hey,” a deep voice called from somewhere nearby.
I stopped short, spinning to see if Forester changed his mind and followed me. He hadn’t. That in itself sucked, but so now did the knowledge that I was being followed in the middle of the effing night. Alone on a huge campus with no mace or martial arts training. I doubted my past flyer spot on my high school cheerleading squad would’ve done me any good.
“Hey, blondie,” the voice persisted.
I squinted into the darkness. The blue lights from the security phones cast a soft blue glow over the sidewalk, giving me the slightest sense of safety.
“Over here.”
I spun again, this time noticing movement by a large tree. I focused, still struggling to discern who it was and wondering if I should run instead of stand there like the victim in a horror movie giving the murderer time to move in on them.
“You gonna stand there and stare or you gonna help me?” The annoyance in his voice—and the fact that he wasn’t heavy breathing through a distorted mask—told me he wasn’t a deranged slasher.
“Help you? I can’t even see you.”
“What the hell,” he grumbled under his breath. “Just come closer then.”
I dug my hands into my hips. “I apologize if I’m hesitant to venture into the darkness because some stranger I can’t see calls me over.”
“Turn on your phone’s light.”
Huh. I hadn’t thought of that. I slipped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and flashed my light on him. My eyes splayed as I pulled in a quick breath. He definitely wasn’t a masked murder. He wasn’t covered at all. He was butt-freaking-naked and tied to the trunk of a very large tree. The thick ropes binding him pinned his arms covered in colorful tattoos to his sides. “Why are you naked?”
“Naked? You wanna know why I’m naked?”
I nodded.
“So, the fact that I’m fucking bound to a tree is what? Not weird at all?”
I stopped short, spinning to see if Forester changed his mind and followed me. He hadn’t. That in itself sucked, but so now did the knowledge that I was being followed in the middle of the effing night. Alone on a huge campus with no mace or martial arts training. I doubted my past flyer spot on my high school cheerleading squad would’ve done me any good.
“Hey, blondie,” the voice persisted.
I squinted into the darkness. The blue lights from the security phones cast a soft blue glow over the sidewalk, giving me the slightest sense of safety.
“Over here.”
I spun again, this time noticing movement by a large tree. I focused, still struggling to discern who it was and wondering if I should run instead of stand there like the victim in a horror movie giving the murderer time to move in on them.
“You gonna stand there and stare or you gonna help me?” The annoyance in his voice—and the fact that he wasn’t heavy breathing through a distorted mask—told me he wasn’t a deranged slasher.
“Help you? I can’t even see you.”
“What the hell,” he grumbled under his breath. “Just come closer then.”
I dug my hands into my hips. “I apologize if I’m hesitant to venture into the darkness because some stranger I can’t see calls me over.”
“Turn on your phone’s light.”
Huh. I hadn’t thought of that. I slipped my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and flashed my light on him. My eyes splayed as I pulled in a quick breath. He definitely wasn’t a masked murder. He wasn’t covered at all. He was butt-freaking-naked and tied to the trunk of a very large tree. The thick ropes binding him pinned his arms covered in colorful tattoos to his sides. “Why are you naked?”
“Naked? You wanna know why I’m naked?”
I nodded.
“So, the fact that I’m fucking bound to a tree is what? Not weird at all?”
