Rip Cord: The
Complete Trilogy
By USAT Bestselling
Author Jeanne St. James
Genre: M/M Sports Romance, LGBTQ
Available on Amazon and FREE in Kindle Unlimited: https://amzn.to/2IqJowi
Add it to your Goodreads TBR: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/32585743-rip-cord
From Seriously Reviewed:
"Well, I sat down to read and burned dinner! I couldn't stop reading... This is hot gay erotic romance. So when boy sees hot football star, boy lusts for football star, and holy shit, the football star has game of his own. The sex was raw and brazen, the dialog refreshingly natural and the ending pleasantly simple and satisfying."
Blurb:
The Reunion:
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no
intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is
to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years.
However, there is one thing he misses from high school: the star Varsity
football player. The one he had a crush on from the first day he laid eyes on
him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back
to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad
Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without
a date and an eye for Gil.
The Weekend:
Geek Gil Davis hasn’t heard a word from NFL player, Rip
Cord, since hooking up at their class reunion. Then Rip calls him unexpectedly,
he’s taking Gil to his cabin for a weekend of erotic exploration.
The Ever After:
When Rip Cord is
kicked out of the NFL, he shows up unexpectedly at Gil Davis’ front door. With his
career over, Rip’s finally ready for a future with Gil, if Gil’s willing to give him another chance.
Excerpt:
Ripley
“Rip” Cord was just as tall as Gil remembered. Around five inches taller than
him, not that Gil was a squirt. The football player was at least six foot two.
And
every inch of him was muscle. Not lean muscle, but heavy muscle. Heavy,
rounded, lickable muscle.
Gil
glanced at Katie. “You’re drooling.”
Katie
wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “As if you aren’t.”
Gil
snagged her wrist and backpedaled until he rammed into something hard. It was
the table with the place settings.
Gil
peered over Katie’s shoulder to see if his klutziness had caught Rip’s
attention.
Luckily
it hadn’t. The man was completely surrounded by their old classmates clamoring
for his attention.
Throughout
the years, he’d followed Rip’s career in the newspapers, on the evening news,
on ESPN.
And
in the tabloids.
Rip
was well-known. Unfortunately it was as the “bad boy” of the National Football
League. He started out with a great career in the NFL, drafted straight out of
college. He was one of the best wide receivers in the league, but it was all
his rumored problems that kept him in the spotlight, not his stats.
And
that famous wide receiver was here. Now.
“C’mon,
Katie! Don’t stare.”
“Why?”
“Because—”
“Jesus,
Gilly, because you have a crush on him!”
Heat
crawled up Gil’s neck. He was glad the lights were turned down in the
gymnasium. He didn’t want anyone seeing him blush.
Hell,
he was twenty-eight years old. He shouldn’t be blushing. He felt seventeen all
over again.
He
pulled away from Katie to study the name cards remaining on the table. Of
course, he read the same card over and over before Katie squealed.
“Oh. My. God. Here he comes!”
Gil
nervously tugged Katie next to his side and threw an arm haphazardly around her
shoulders.
“Ouch,”
she yelped as her curly red hair got caught on the button of his cuff.
“Sorry,”
he whispered and straightened up just as Rip arrived at the table.
Gil
swore he saw spots. He was not going to faint. He was not going to faint.
His
knees buckled, and he grabbed for the nearest solid thing: Rip.
Rip
grasped his forearm and held Gil steady. “You all right, buddy?”
Gil
looked up—and up—into deep blue eyes. Eyes he had never forgotten. To this day
they haunted his dreams.
Dreams
he usually woke up from with a raging hard-on.
Gil
opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Rip smacked him hard on the
back.
“Are
you sure you’re okay?”
Gil
nodded.
“Did
you find your name card yet?” Rip asked, flashing him a bright, white smile.
Gil
shook his head.
Rip
moved closer, almost hip to hip with Gil, to study the table of white folded
cardstock. Gil fought the urge to lean in and nuzzle the larger man's neck,
inhaling his manly scent. Roll around in it like a dog.
Hell, he'd probably
end up sporting a black eye if he tried.
About the Author:
About the Author:
JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today
bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was
only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an
erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up,
was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She
writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download
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