Author: Liz Crowe
Publisher: Tri Destiny Publishing
Release
Date: July 7, 2015
Emily Keller, an accidental low-level PR flunkie for the team watches as Declan gets sucked into a whirlwind romance with Cassandra Dean, the team’s Queen Bee groupie, trying not to be jealous while the woman maneuvers him into a sickeningly familiar situation.
When things escalate, the team is forced to take sides, and Declan faces the toughest choice of his life.
I'll start by saying that the writing style was fine. I didn't mind the back and forth between Emily and Declan's point of view. In fact, that is a style that I enjoy. The problem was that none, and I mean none, of the characters were likable. I also kept looking for the love story, but never really felt like I got it. In fact through most of the book Declan and Emily are with other people. The story takes place over several years and shows the struggles each has with their horrid relationships. Then it felt like all of a sudden Declan and Emily are friends, lovers and getting married.
It seemed like there weren't many characters that displayed respectful behavior toward anyone. I couldn't reconcile Declan's behavior when he first finds out about Cassandra's cheating. Instead of breaking things off, he forces her to have sex with him and still wants to marry her. Huh? She slept with other men on your soccer team! That is just gross. In fact, the entire team disgusted me. How can they play well together and function as a team when they are screwing each other over off the field? Then his behavior after he caught her the second time was just not acceptable nor justifiable. I don't care what Cassandra did,bad as it was, it didn't excuse his behavior. Emily is just as bad. After finding out that her husband was a cheater, she has revenge sex with the pool boy, then asks for a divorce. I was stunned by Marcus's confession about what he didn't do regarding the divorce. Can that even happen? Wouldn't she realize that she never got a decree from the courts?
I could go on, but I won't. I have seen rave reviews for this story, so maybe I'm missing something. I just can't get behind a book when I don't respect any of the characters. If you are a fan of the series, then you'll probably like this one. It just wasn't for me.
Excerpt:
Declan grabbed his teammate’s arm
and shoved him through the locker room door. “Don’t flirt with that poor girl,
mate. She’s besotted with your sorry, diseased self. Don’t make it worse.”
Coop yanked his arm out of Declan’s
grip and glared at him. “Fuck off, Scotty.”
Declan’s hackles rose, but not
nearly as much as they normally would have. It was as if the past seventy-two
hours had been a sort of temper purge, leaving him deflated, not his usual
prickly self.
“I saw you doing the same with
Emily, the hot PR cougar. She loves to pamper her pet.”
“Her what?” He was yanking off his
tie and coat and wasn’t sure he’d heard the guy correctly.
“You, my fine troublemaking friend,
are Emily Keller’s pet. Her toy. Her fantasy player, whatever.”
“You’re full of shite.” But his
face burned hot yet again at the idea that Emily considered him anything but
the latest in a long line of problem children for her particular function—that
of shielding the team from the bright light of negative media attention. He was
putting his shoes inside his locker when the door flew open, revealing his two
coaches, Metin the Turk and Rafe the South American.
“MacGuire,” Rafe barked. “Office.
Now.”
Dec looked around as if perchance
there might be another “MacGuire” in a shit ton of trouble. Coop turned away
from him and stripped out of his shirt. He noted all the other players
similarly ignoring him like the leper he was.
Jason met his eyes from down the
row of men in various stages of undressing. The place was so quiet he could
hear melting ice in the baths next to the locker room. Both Metin and Rafe
stood in their suits, arms crossed over chests, identically dark eyes narrowed
and focused on him.
“Okay,” he muttered under his
breath. He’d already begun taking off his shirt so he slid his arms out of it
and was hanging it on the hook designed for the daily dress shirt when a throat
clearing behind him made him stop and turn. Desmond, the tall, dark and legal,
had joined the coaches.
“You can leave your shirt on, Dec,”
the man intoned in his James Earl Jones voice. “You won’t be practicing today.”
About the author:
Amazon best-selling
author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and
soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and
graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor
Her early forays into the
publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction hybrid, “Unconventional
Romance. Worth the Risk,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers
interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”).
With stories set in the
not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real
estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul , Turkey
Don’t ever ask her for
anything “like a Budweiser” or risk bodily injury.
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