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For Crosby by J. Nathan
Title: For Crosby
Series: For You Series
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: NA Sports Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2018
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs
Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson
Cover Models: Daria Rottenberk and Logan Parks
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs
Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson
Cover Models: Daria Rottenberk and Logan Parks
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’s mind is made up. After encouraging Alabama’s star wide receiver to friend-zone her and pursue someone else, she’s 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.
A New Adult Sports Romance in the For You Standalone series. This is book three. Each book follows a new couple and can be read as a complete standalone.
His fingers, spread on my hips, slipped around to my stomach. I wanted to fight it. Wanted to step away from him. But the hum of my body wouldn’t allow it. He lowered his head, burying his nose into my neck. “You smell amazing.” Though my thighs quivered, I tried to remain indifferent. “It’s called sweat.” His body shook with laughter. “Well, then I’d like nothing more than to taste your sweat.” The thought of his lips on my neck sent a delicious shiver rocking through me. “Do lines like that normally work for you?” “Who said it’s a line?” His hands slipped under the hem of my shirt and coasted across my stomach. “God, you feel amazing.” “You’re a horny guy. Of course, I do.” He shook his head, his nose running along my jawline. “I may be horny, but you still feel right in my arms. I’m wondering how you’d feel beneath me.” I jerked away from his grasp, spinning to face him. “That.” I jammed my finger into his chest. “That right there is why this was a bad idea.” The traitorous hum of my body persisted as the lights flashed across his confused face. “It’s like you’re capable of being normal for like two minutes then you turn into an asshole. I don’t get it. And I’m over it.”
J. Nathan is the author of new adult and sports romances with cocky heroes and sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves watermelon margaritas, guys in backward hats, country music, the summertime, and her amazing family and friends.
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For Crosby by J. Nathan
Title: For Crosby
Series: For You Series
Author: J. Nathan
Genre: NA Sports Romance
Release Date: March 14, 2018
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs
Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson
Cover Models: Daria Rottenberk and Logan Parks
Cover Design: Letitia Hasser @ RBA Designs
Cover Photo: Lindee Robinson
Cover Models: Daria Rottenberk and Logan Parks
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’s mind is made up. After encouraging Alabama’s star wide receiver to friend-zone her and pursue someone else, she’s 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.
A New Adult Sports Romance in the For You Standalone series. This is book three. Each book follows a new couple and can be read as a complete standalone.
I threw back my shoulders and walked with purpose across the dark campus. It may have been three in the morning, and I may have been slightly buzzed, but I still made myself a promise. I was done being everyone’s trusty sidekick. Trace freaking Forester, superstar wide receiver and one of the hottest guys I’d ever met, friend-zoned me, and I all but encouraged it.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Hey,” a deep voice called.
I stopped short, spinning to see if Forester changed his mind and followed me. He hadn’t. That in itself sucked, but so 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 flyer spot on my high school cheerleading squad would’ve done me any good now—two years later.
“Hey, blondie,” the voice persisted.
I spun around, my now fading curls whipping around my head as I squinted into the darkness. The 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 catch her.
“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. “Come closer then.”
I dug my hands into my hips. “Sorry if I’m reluctant 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 widened as I inhaled sharply. He definitely wasn’t a masked murderer. 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 tattoo-covered arms to his sides. “Why are you naked?” I asked.
“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 tried to keep my eyes on his, but the fact that my phone served as a wide spotlight on his naked body was a little distracting. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” His exasperation was palpable.
“Yeah. Sorry your nakedness surpassed the fact that you were kidnapped.”
His face contorted. “Kidnapped? No one kidnapped me.”
I lifted a knowing brow.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Hey,” a deep voice called.
I stopped short, spinning to see if Forester changed his mind and followed me. He hadn’t. That in itself sucked, but so 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 flyer spot on my high school cheerleading squad would’ve done me any good now—two years later.
“Hey, blondie,” the voice persisted.
I spun around, my now fading curls whipping around my head as I squinted into the darkness. The 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 catch her.
“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. “Come closer then.”
I dug my hands into my hips. “Sorry if I’m reluctant 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 widened as I inhaled sharply. He definitely wasn’t a masked murderer. 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 tattoo-covered arms to his sides. “Why are you naked?” I asked.
“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 tried to keep my eyes on his, but the fact that my phone served as a wide spotlight on his naked body was a little distracting. “Sorry.”
“Sorry?” His exasperation was palpable.
“Yeah. Sorry your nakedness surpassed the fact that you were kidnapped.”
His face contorted. “Kidnapped? No one kidnapped me.”
I lifted a knowing brow.
J. Nathan is the author of new adult and sports romances with cocky heroes and sassy heroines. When she's not writing, she's a total romance junkie! Add an alpha male who's unlikable in the beginning...even better. She loves watermelon margaritas, guys in backward hats, country music, the summertime, and her amazing family and friends.
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