Touchdown - Er will doch nur spielen

BASTEI LÜBBE
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Wer will schon einen Quarterback?

Hände weg von heißen Sportlern! Das ist das Motto von Delilah Maddox. Doch Brody Easton, Superstar und Quarterback der New York Steel, ist auf den ersten Blick hingerissen von der neuen Reporterin von WMBC Sports. Er weiß genau: Sie ist die Frau seines Lebens - auch wenn Delilah das ganz anders sieht. Aber Brody wäre nicht Brody, wenn er so einfach aufgeben würde -

"Könnte. Ihn. Nicht. Noch. Mehr. Lieben. Touchdown - Er will doch nur spielen ist eine 5-Sterne-Leseempfehlung für mich!" BOOK STARLET
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Publisher
BASTEI LÜBBE
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Published on
Sep 29, 2017
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Pages
352
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ISBN
9783736304109
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Language
German
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Genres
Fiction / Romance / General
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Vi Keeland
From #1 New York Times Bestseller Vi Keeland, comes a new, sexy standalone novel.

My relationship with Hunter Delucia started backwards.

We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.

I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me off. But for some crazy reason, it had the opposite effect on me.

We ended up back in my hotel room. The next morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the wrong number.

I thought about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming, cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later, Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone number this time. So I left him with my mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and flew back home.

I’d thought it was funny, until the following week when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each other out of our systems.

Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings attached? What did I have to lose?

Nothing, I thought. 
It’s just sex, not love. 
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
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