If you know me at all, you know two of my very favorite things are books and football. How did it take me this long to write a book about football? Ha!
Lucky Number Eleven is live today on Amazon and enrolled in Kindle Unlimited. I’m so, so excited for you to read about my football hero and his sassy heroine. I’m tossing an exclusive scene below. I hope you enjoy!
His voice is more Southern than I expected, which only adds another cinder block to my already sinking mental capacity. The honeyed twang that’s just barely detectable is enough to make my knees threaten to give out.
His eyes fall on mine, the pools of blue twinkling in the light. The corners of his lips tug up into a sexy, playful grin. One thickly-veined arm extends in front of Finn as he reaches towards me. “I’m Branch Best. And you are?”
“My sister,” Finn warns, knocking his hand away. “No touching, Best.”
“It’s a handshake!”
“It starts with a handshake with you,” Finn explains. “Or a spilled drink. Or an exchange of insurance information …”
“She ran into me.”
“Maybe to start. But I’m pretty sure I walked in on you running right into her.”
Poppy and I laugh as Branch sticks a football in Finn’s stomach, making him bend over long enough for Branch to extend a hand to me again and flip me the most adorable smile I’ve ever seen. “Branch Best. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Before I can think twice, I slip my palm into his. On contact, I jump and instinctively pull away, but he clasps down onto my hand with his large, calloused fingers. He grins again. “Do you have a name, Finn’s sister?”
“Layla. Layla James,” I say. Gulping a breath to steady myself from the warmth radiating off him, I get a lungful of … sex. Or that’s what it screams at Defcon One to my brain, anyway. It’s a scent that pulls me towards him, makes me want to climb his slippery, impressive body like a tree. “Nice to meet you,” I say, still sorting the heated, spiced scent through my senses.
He does me a giant favor and releases my hand. “Are you guys staying here this weekend?”
“We were going to,” I say, looking at Finn. “Are you?”
“It’ll be one giant sleepover,” Branch winks, getting an elbow in the side from my brother.
“One question,” Poppy interjects, looking at Branch. “What position are you?”
“I typically like the bottom so I can watch—oomph,” he says, getting another elbow from Finn. “Wide receiver. Why?”
Looking at Poppy, I can’t help but laugh as her eyes light up.
“You got a problem with wide receivers?” Branch asks.
“You do,” Finn interjects, giving me a narrowed glare. “They aren’t any better than quarterbacks.”
Branch looks from me, to Finn, and back to me. “Why do we not like quarterbacks?”
“My sister was dating Callum Worthington.”
“No shit?” His face puckers like he just bit into a lemon. “How in the hell did that cocksucker end up with you?”
“He didn’t. We’re not together anymore.”
Branch’s eyes heat, the look causing my pulse to quicken. “I’m not a bit sorry to hear that.”
“You better forget you heard any of that,” Finn warns. “This is my sister, Branch. Not a cheerleader or reporter or some chick from a dating app. Got it?”
“Finn, relax,” I say, shoving a swallow past the lump in my throat. “I appreciate the big brother spiel, but I can handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he says, pulling his gaze away from Branch. “But you can’t handle him.”