the baller a down and dirty football novel

When I returned to Grams’ room to say goodbye, a man was sitting in the chair next to her. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and brushed on a little mascara and lip gloss. She was my root, made me feel grounded when I otherwise would spin out of control.Īfter The Price Is Right ended, I stopped in the ladies’ room in the hallway and cleaned up, knowing I’d have to head straight to work or risk being late. She enjoyed the company and, honestly, I loved being around her. But what I should do and what I actually did had never been the same. He’d looked Holding a woman’s hand in public. But what I saw today had been hard to see anyway. I hadn’t expected him to be waiting around for me all these years.

Seeing him on the street today reminded me of that. But even the most loyal person had their breaking point. Probably the most loyal person I’d ever come across in my entire life. She was right about one thing-Brody was loyal. He fell hard for you and never got back up.

I had no idea if she remembered he was gone or not. “Really?” It was the first time Grams had spoken of Pop Pop. They don’t make ’em like him too often anymore. We’re good.” I took Grandma’s hand and squeezed. I wasn’t sure why or what that meant, but I went along with it. Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.“That pretty face should never have an upside-down smile.” My grandmother was losing her memory, lived in a nursing home, and had addicts for her sole surviving kin, and yet here she was, trying to cheer me up.īrody had apparently not filled Grams in on the last few years. It never is.There's a story between once upon a time and happily ever after.And this one is ours.Author's note - The Baller is a full-length standalone novel. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.Brody Easton was the ultimate player.Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.Turned out, I was that girl.Simple right?Let's face it. On camera.The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby-screwing with me.When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.But I don't date players.And it's not because I'm one of the few women working in the world of professional football.I'd date an athlete.It's the other kind of player I don't date.You know the type. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. From New York Times & USA Today Bestseller, Vi Keeland, comes a sexy new standalone novel.The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men's locker room.It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.The famed quarterback decided to bare all.And by all, I don't mean he told me any of his secrets.No.

The baller a down and dirty football novel