BAD BUSINESS- A Nicole Edwards Review

There’s something about sports romance that makes for some the hottest reads; I’m claiming it’s the stamina our heroes tend to have. Edwards next Bad Boys of sports is filled with its moments of sexy times but it’s also a feel-good romance. With little drama and a focus on a forbidden romance that both our hero and heroine continue to fight, Bad Business was a fun read.

After a wild night with with the hottest woman Stone’s ever met, our football star is coming to terms with his future retirement. Turns out his lovely lady is his boss’s daughter. With an unclear future, an affair with Savannah could be a huge distraction. But this action man knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to go after it. His charming pursuit of Savannah is romantic and sexual all at he same time!

Savannah’s not one to break her own rules. But a night with the rumored ladies man of her father’s football team becomes an opportunity she can’t pass. Stone is charming, funny, and these two click like you wouldn’t believe. An undeniable chemistry links not only their sexy life but their ability to carry on conversation with witty and sarcastic banter. As danger of their affair is set to leak, this sports office trust leaves readers fulfilled with an age old question: is love worth everything? (P.s. it so is)

35058893 This player’s got a lot to learn if he wants to score . . . with the boss’s daughter.

Stone: Football is more than a game to me. It’s my calling. Becoming the Dallas Wranglers’ starting quarterback before I retire is a dream come true, but with a few wins under my belt, suddenly everyone wants a piece of me. And even though being in the spotlight has its perks—beautiful women, star treatment, more beautiful women—what really gets me sweating is the watchful gaze of my sexy-as-hell PR coach, Savannah Andrews. The catch? Her father is kind of my boss. . . .

Savannah: In my family, football is big business. When your dad owns an NFL franchise, you learn a thing or two about schmoozing, and from what I can tell, it’s not a skill in Jason Stone’s playbook. Sure, the veteran quarterback is literally larger than life. With broad shoulders, muscles on muscles, and a mouth made for kissing, he may be one of the hottest men in the league—and I should know. I’ve turned down enough players to start my own all-star team. But those guys just wanted to get close to my father. Meanwhile, Stone is getting temptingly close . . . to me.






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