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Words may be sports journalist JJ Fairchild’s tool of trade, but when it comes to the bedroom, dirty talk escapes her.Sinfully handsome football superstar Trevor Wyatt has lusted for the sassy southern woman since before he retired. Now that she’s back in his life, Trevor’s not going to miss his second chance to show her just how good they could be together. And teaching her to loosen up and say what she wants, out loud, is just the cherry on top.He’s an excellent teacher and before JJ knows it, she’s asking for everything she craves. And what she wants more than anything is Trevor. But she won’t be just another notch on his bedpost.It’s time for Trevor to turn on the focus and determination that made him a legend on the field. His game winning strategy? Prove to JJ that he’s playing for keeps.If you like possessive heroes who know what they want and do whatever it takes to get it, found family, gal pals, protective big brothers, along with plenty of spice, fancy shoes, and a fast burn, this one’s for you.Get All Three Girls' Night Books!Falling for His Fake Fiancée (Gretchen and Greg)Saved by the Reluctant Bodyguard(Baby and Joe)Get the associated short story free on the author's website. (Cindy and Adam)
Review "ASK FOR IT is a well written love story and Julia and Trevor have sizzling chemistry together. Once I started this book, I didn't want to put it down." Karen at Cocktails and Books "Because while Trevor and JJ's story is highly romantic and lovey-dovey, it's also hot as Hades! The chemistry between the couple is instantaneous and absolutely combustible." 4.5 Stars Silla Beaumont at Just Erotic Romance Reviews "Great read! Couldn't put this one down." Christine Jenkins - Amazon. From the Author EXCERPT"How did you find out I was here?"His defensiveness would have put her on the offense, except he looked so vulnerable. So she grinned up at him. "Sorry gorgeous, but I'm not here for you. I'm in town for the game.""And you just happened to walk into my cousin's store where I'm working for the week?" He sounded doubtful."Actually, I came in here because someone stole nine hundred dollars from my bank account and used it to buy shoes at this store," she said, feeling her irritation flood back.Deep creases bracketed his handsome mouth. Hands on his hips, he stared her down. "Nice try, lady."He didn't believe her. Arrogant, gorgeous jerk.She marched over to the chair and put the sneakers back into their box. Then she slipped on her ballet flats and slung her purse over her shoulder. Picking up the box, she headed for the counter.He looked baffled as he circled around to the register and scanned the bar code."Who the hell buys nine hundred dollars' worth of sneakers? I mean, if you're going to steal my money, at least buy something awesome...like Prada. Or Minolos. Or Jimmy Choos." She sighed wistfully, expecting him to crack a smile but his frown stayed firmly in place."I'm not giving you an interview.""I don't want an interview. I want my money back.""I don't have your money.""Someone here has my money. My bank is looking into it. Then you'll be out of the money and the product.""Why are you here if you don't want an interview and your bank is looking into it?"She thought about his question for a few seconds."I've been eating salad and noodles for the last week thanks to whoever stole from me. So when I got sent to New York this weekend it seemed like serendipity, I suppose. I wanted to see the scene of the crime. I see you have surveillance cameras. I'll mention it to the bank."He braced his hands on the counter and his biceps bulged in a way that made her wet. Those gorgeous blue eyes turned icy as he glared down at her. He looked so formidable that she almost took a step back. Almost. But she'd grown up in a house full of alpha males and she'd learned to hold her ground."Are you trying to start trouble?"She put her hands on the counter and glared right back up at him. "No. Why are you being so ornery?""I'm being ornery?" He pointed his finger at her and huffed out a breath. "Listen lady--"She narrowed her gaze on his finger. "Don't point your finger at me you big baboon."He dropped his finger, gave a frustrated sigh and uttered an apology. Running his fingers through his hair, he stalked toward the door that led to the back room.The chime sounded again. He called out a greeting and then glanced back at her. As if he was worried she'd create a scene, he nodded toward the open door behind him. "Come here." The words sounded more like a growl than a request. But something in his voice, or maybe it was the set of his shoulders, made her do his bidding. He reached for her arm and gently tugged her into the storage area. About the Author An action movie buff with a penchant for all things supernatural and sexy, Selena Blake combines her love for adventure, travel and romance into steamyparanormal romance. Selena's books have been called "a steamy escape" and have appeared on bestseller lists, been nominated for awards, and woncontests. When she's not writing you can find her by the pool soaking upsome sun, day dreaming about new characters, and watching the cabana boy (akaher muse), Derek. Fan mail keeps her going when the diet soda wears off. You can find her online at Facebook and Twitter, and of course, her website.