A new season, a new coach. On November 30th, get ready to meet the new head coach of the 𝘝𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘤𝘦𝘴, Lincoln Nash in 𝘝𝘌𝘎𝘈𝘚 𝘈𝘊𝘌𝘚: 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘈𝘊𝘏 by Lisa Suzanne.
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When I score the promotion of my dreams and my boss tells me to become best friends with the new head coach of the Vegas Aces, I do everything I can to prevent the inevitable from happening.
The Vegas Aces could’ve hired anyone as their head coach. Despite my protests and warnings, they chose Lincoln Nash.
With a family rivalry spanning two decades, I’ve been conditioned to hate the entire family. But there’s a special passion to my hatred for the new coach. He was my first when we were teenagers, and then a few days later, he broke my heart.
When I’m named the Vegas Aces team correspondent for my news channel and the team owner grants me the first exclusive interview, it takes everything in my power to keep it professional as I interview my mortal enemy.
A family feud may have torn us apart, but the biggest rivalry of all is going to be keeping my job as I fight my feelings for the new coach.
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“How are we going to do this?” He closes the gap between us, and fire races up my spine at his proximity.
His hips press to mine, and suddenly I’m shoved up against the wall again. My pulse races as every sense is taken over by him. He’s all I can see, hear, smell, and feel, and I want more than anything to have one more taste. One more kiss.
Just one.
Just to get it out of my system.
In this moment, I feel like I need it like I need to breathe.
But that’s not something I’ll ever admit to him.
“We’re going to be professionals,” I whisper, and the words come out more like a question than a confident answer. I can’t have confidence when I’m this close to him. I can’t even think straight over the rushing in my ears and the thundering beat of my heart.
His hips shift against mine, and I know he’s affected. I can feel just how affected by the way he shoves against me, and that ache between my legs pulses again.
What I wouldn’t give to feel him one more time…to see just exactly how good time has been to him.
He takes my left hand in his and links his fingers through mine, his eyes falling down onto our joined hands before he lifts my arm up and braces his arm still holding my hand on the wall above me.
His free hand grips onto my hip, and my arm comes up to hold onto his bicep. His thick, muscular, sexy bicep.
Oh dear Lord.
He leans down so his nose brushes against mine, and my chest lights with butterflies as I think he might kiss me.
He doesn’t. Instead, he grits out more words. “I don’t know if I can do that with you, and I can’t let you screw this up for me.” Frustration is evident in his tone, and I just don’t know if he’s frustrated with me or with this entire situation we find ourselves in.
“I can’t let you screw up my job for me, either,” I say, running my nose along his, too, as I shift my lips mere millimeters from his.
His breath mingles with mine. We’re so close.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
So close.
I nearly catch his lips with mine, but I can’t. I find myself needing him to make the first move—a total contradiction to the aggressive, career-minded woman I’ve grown into. But because he was two years older than me back then, I always let him take the lead. I liked when he took the lead.
And when he was no longer there to take it, I stepped up and learned how much I could do myself.
It’s strange to see myself reverting back to the girl I always was with him, but what’s even stranger is how easy falling back into that old role feels right now.
I rock my hips against his.
It’s been too long—too long without him, too long without any man as my focus has shifted from my personal life to my son and my career.
Anybody but him. The Aces could have hired anybody. But it had to be him.
And now we have to face our history, or maybe we just let it explode right here in the break room on top of that old table where I used to write essays.
God, I’m a puddle of need right now. I think this might be the single hottest, most erotic moment of my life.
He leans down, and his lips graze my neck. He takes just the tiniest nibble there that’s like a bolt of electricity directly to my core before he straightens and stares down at me, our eyes saying something to each other in a language I’m no longer familiar with.
I wish I was.
I wish I could decode what he’s thinking right now.
But the moment passes. His eyes cloud over, and he drops his hand from my hip and pushes himself away from the wall.
𝘝𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘴 𝘈𝘤𝘦𝘴: 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴
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Lisa Suzanne is a romance author who resides in Arizona with her husband and two kids. She’s a former high school English teacher and college composition instructor. When she's not chasing her kids, she can be found working on her latest book or watching reruns of Friends.
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