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Screw him and his perfect stats.Sinful smirk.Delicious body.Lincoln Landry probably even has game-winning stamina.
I’d like to screw her and her perfect ass.Dangerous curves. Sweet smile.Danielle Ashley probably even has a game-changing personality.
There’s no denying the chemistry between them. It’s so fiery, it’s undeniable. They partake in it. Enjoy it. They really enjoy it. Attraction is not a problem. Nor is their banter, relationship status, or habits. That’s all fine. Perfect, actually. The problem is as tangled up as their sheets.
A STANDALONE romantic comedy from USA Today Bestselling author Adriana Locke.
Projected Release Date: December 19, 2016
Swing is an all around entertaining read. The banter between Lincoln and Danielle as well as with the supporting characters is hilarious. The chemistry between them is hot! There was no denying how much these two wanted each other from the very beginning. Lincoln is persistent when it comes to Danielle and I loved that about him. I liked the way he handled the situation between them knowing how easily he could scare her away. I also loved the dynamic of the Landry family and how they support each other. I had a love/hate relationship with Danielle. I understand why she’s so hesitant but I feel like that hesitancy caused her unnecessary pain. I didn’t like that she was already thinking negatively before things really got started because of her past. Overall though this was an enjoyable read that had me engaged from start to finish.
The bell chimes as the front door closes behind me. I’m to my car in record speed. I need space. I need air. I need to think. When my phone buzzes right before I pull out of the parking lot, I know it’s Pepper and she’s not going to quit until I give her something to occupy her mind.“Fine!” I nearly shout into the phone. “His cock is about ten inches, if I’m guessing, and he fucked me in about every position I could explain. My favorite, though, was the corkscrew. Not sure what that is? Google it.”
My finger goes to swipe off the call when I see the name on the screen and drop the phone. “Shit!” I cry, digging through the items on my passenger’s side floorboard until I find the glowing device.
My heart is pounding as I try to decide whether to end the call or talk to Lincoln. Mortified, I bring it to my ear and squeeze my eyes shut. He’s silent.
Maybe he didn’t hear. Please, God, don’t let him have heard that.
“Hello?” I eke out.