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Title: Jersey Chasers Boxset
Autor: Ashlyn Hope
Genre: Sports Romance
About Jersey Chasers Boxset:
Football players are soooo sexy, and one group of New York bad girls can’t get enough of them! Affectionately known as “jersey chasers,” these young women cannot control their attraction to athletes and stop at nothing to get what they want. These are their stories. Meet Tyra, the super fan, who is suddenly inspired to trade in her player-chasing lifestyle to try to wife the man of her dreams. Then there’s the sultry Amy who wants to have it all, including a football-playing hunk on her arm. You have Kelly who is as clueless as she is crazy. There’s Sadie, the sweet, shy girl who accidentally ends up in the mix. And these are just some of the fierce, fun women you’ll get to know in this series of sequential standalone novels. No, these aren’t your normal romance heroines, but their spicy stories and against-the-odds HEAs will keep you turning the pages.Get Your Copy Today:
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Exclusive Excerpt:
"Do you think you'll ever get over football
players?" Kelly asked me as the two of us strolled through the Meat
Packing District of New York City.
"Huh?" I asked, barely paying my ditsy friend any attention whatsoever. I had found over the years that this was usually the best way to deal with Kelly. If you weren't in the mood to answer her silly questions, you could simply ignore them until she became distracted and moved onto something else.
"Football players. Like, obviously they are straight-up gorgeous, but... but I don't know? Do you think one day we'll look back at all of this as a waste?"
Despite myself, I suddenly pulled up and turned back to look at my friend. As I did so, I had to dodge out of the way of two women rushing past me like their butts were on fire. This in turn resulted in my heel twisting in, losing my balance and having to grab onto Kelly for support. This chain of events nearly sent the two of us crashing to the ground.
"What are you doing!" Kelly screeched as she stumbled back, trying her best to not fall flat on her face.
"Me?!" Finding my feet again, I let go of Kelly. Then, having smoothed my dress and my hair back down, I turned on my friend, hands on my hips, eyebrow raised. "What about you? What's the matter with you, asking questions like that? And tonight, of all nights?"
"I dunno?" Kelly shrugged as she looked away. "Just a thought."
"God, you're lucky you're pretty," I clicked my tongue and shook my head. "Now come on, enough of that negativity. There's a big black football player waiting for me, and if I'm even a minute late... well, he's just going to have to wait a little longer." I gave Kelly a wink, turned on my heel, and continued my way down the street.
It was a Saturday night in New York City, and that could only mean one thing – that my best friend Kelly and I were just about to hit the town, paint it red, and leave a trail of broken hearts and horny men in our wake. To further add to this certainty, it was June, so my birthday was just around the corner. As I was going to be busy on the actual night, I had nominated this night to celebrate. And I intended on celebrating it to its full worth. I mean, how often did a girl turn twenty-seven?
The only thing that was keeping me down on a night that should have otherwise been filled with nothing but drunken debauchery was the current attitude of my partner in crime, Kelly. With her dark black hair, slender yet curvy figure, and big beautiful eyes that made her look like a puppy dog in heat, she was usually rowdier than I was when it came to going out. But tonight, she had been... well, she just wasn't herself.
"Huh?" I asked, barely paying my ditsy friend any attention whatsoever. I had found over the years that this was usually the best way to deal with Kelly. If you weren't in the mood to answer her silly questions, you could simply ignore them until she became distracted and moved onto something else.
"Football players. Like, obviously they are straight-up gorgeous, but... but I don't know? Do you think one day we'll look back at all of this as a waste?"
Despite myself, I suddenly pulled up and turned back to look at my friend. As I did so, I had to dodge out of the way of two women rushing past me like their butts were on fire. This in turn resulted in my heel twisting in, losing my balance and having to grab onto Kelly for support. This chain of events nearly sent the two of us crashing to the ground.
"What are you doing!" Kelly screeched as she stumbled back, trying her best to not fall flat on her face.
"Me?!" Finding my feet again, I let go of Kelly. Then, having smoothed my dress and my hair back down, I turned on my friend, hands on my hips, eyebrow raised. "What about you? What's the matter with you, asking questions like that? And tonight, of all nights?"
"I dunno?" Kelly shrugged as she looked away. "Just a thought."
"God, you're lucky you're pretty," I clicked my tongue and shook my head. "Now come on, enough of that negativity. There's a big black football player waiting for me, and if I'm even a minute late... well, he's just going to have to wait a little longer." I gave Kelly a wink, turned on my heel, and continued my way down the street.
It was a Saturday night in New York City, and that could only mean one thing – that my best friend Kelly and I were just about to hit the town, paint it red, and leave a trail of broken hearts and horny men in our wake. To further add to this certainty, it was June, so my birthday was just around the corner. As I was going to be busy on the actual night, I had nominated this night to celebrate. And I intended on celebrating it to its full worth. I mean, how often did a girl turn twenty-seven?
The only thing that was keeping me down on a night that should have otherwise been filled with nothing but drunken debauchery was the current attitude of my partner in crime, Kelly. With her dark black hair, slender yet curvy figure, and big beautiful eyes that made her look like a puppy dog in heat, she was usually rowdier than I was when it came to going out. But tonight, she had been... well, she just wasn't herself.
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