Title: Baller Made
Series: Bad Boy Ballers #3
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: July 17, 2017
Bad Boy Ballers series finale! Includes an epic novella length epilogue for Rafe and Peyton, Brooklyn and Delaney, and Calder and Reggie!
The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you canât even begin to imagine.
Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that heâs playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team thatâs his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.
Unfortunately the comeback kid isnât a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the takingâfor reasons that make him question his sanity.
Reggie isnât just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. Sheâs an Air Force widow, a strong woman whoâs piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game.
Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie donât stay in Vegas?
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I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after Iâd dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.
Heâd become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.
Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.
I opened the door.
Wished I hadnât.
My cock went fully hard in an instant.
I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggieâs chin barely reaching my shoulders.
Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.
My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.
Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn Iâd sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure Iâd never looked more threatening.
âIâve got some time off. Recuperation.â She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. âSore tendon. Figured youâd know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.â
âFunny.â Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. âYou donât look injured.â
âYou do.â Her gazeâchallengingâdropped to the bruise on my ribs.
âYou came to check up on me.â
âSo what if I did?â She shrugged one shoulder.
âYou donât have to worry about me anymore.â
âI canât just turn it off, Calder.â
âI donât need or want your help.â I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.
She merely cast her eyes beyond me. âAre you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?â
Old friend. Old pain.
I stepped back. Barely.
She ducked under my arm. Smiling.
Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. âWhat are you really doing here?â
âWell, you said youâd accept my calls.â She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. âYou lied to me.â
âItâs what I do, sweetheart.â Determined to piss her off so sheâd leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.
Iâd forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.
In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.
Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.
I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.
Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.
Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. âYou have driven everyone away, Calder.â Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heatâthe need and arousalâshe spiked in my body.
âI will not fucking let you go down one more time.â Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. âIâm not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.â
Looked like Iâd met my match.
Iâd known it all along.
âOne man is enough to lose.â Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. âAnd you have a choice in the matter.â
At her unerring words, I went stock-still.
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Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Some of her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys and Bad Boys of Retribution MC series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com.
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