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Hope Series Box Set (Sports Romance)
Publication Date: November 27th, 2015
Pre-Order Available: Now
The Complete Hope Series Box Set with Bonus Material
Hope for Her - Book #1
What do you HOPE for?
Josh is on his last chance to live up to his families obligations, but he meets a girl that his father won't approve.
Carrington wants to feel special and Josh's attention is exactly what she craves.
Their volatile relationship has Josh questioning their connection, while Carrington develops feeling for someone else, but they aren't ready to give up hope.
Hope for Him - Book #2
What do you HOPE for now?
Carrington is ready to be with the man of her dreams.
Jackson has moved on in need of a more normal life.
After an epic kiss, they know their life will never be normal again.
Can Carrington and Jackson find their way back to each other or will their past continue to tear them apart?
Hope for Us - Book #3
What do you HOPE for still?
Carrington's past haunts her around every corner. A move to Arizona will give her much needed distance.
Jackson is one mediocre season away from being a bust in the NFL. A trade to Arizona with no distracts is what he needs to turn his career around.
Carrington and Jackson are back tougher again.
Are they ready to admit, they have no hope without each other?
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What others are saying about the Hope Series:
- What happened towards the end, I wasn't expecting. As I read, I was feeling all kinds of emotions ..." Paranormal Yours Book Club R&R
- "I want more!!! It just keep getting better and better!" Heather Driscoll
- "Their story came together beautifully and they finally got their HEA." Barb Online Book Club
Hope for Him (Hope Series Book #1)
He walked into class and I turned my head away as soon as he looked at me. It was all rather dramatic, and I didn’t even mean it. It was a reflex. I was embarrassed.
Snippets of the other night and my behavior kept popping in my head at the most inopportune times—I thought back to the way he looked when I showed up at his door.
It was the same look he held now, walking into class. He took care of me, when I half expected him to shut the door in my face. He invited me in, he cleaned me up and put me to bed, and how did I repay him—by ignoring him.
Real mature, Carrington.
I watched him from this angle. I imagined how messy his hair would look if he wore it longer. He carried the ‘rolled out of bed’ sexy look well. It might be why I kept having naughty dreams about him, none as real and explicit as the one I’d had when I woke up next to him.
My face flushed as he turned to stare at me again. I looked away.
I needed to suck it up and talk to him. I figured I had until the end of class to figure out something to say. I would start by apologizing for not returning his calls. Thank him for taking care of me the other night and try and persuade him to give me another chance. He would give me another chance because he liked me. He had asked me out in the first place, right?
My anxious heartbeat slowed to a relaxed rhythm, and I stopped sweating.
I tried paying attention to the professor, but Calculus held no interest up against the saga I created in my own head.
Lost in one of my fantasies, I caught Josh in the corner of my eye, gathering his stuff and walking out the door.
Where is he going?
The entire class turned to watch Josh exit.
I gathered my stuff and bolted down the steps. As I exited the room, the professor held his hands out and asked, "Anyone else need to leave?"
I ran down the hall and out the door. I assumed he exited this way. A desperate squeal escaped my lips, but it morphed into a squeal of excitement. I spotted him as he walked down the path to the student union.
I took off running but began slowing down halfway.
What am I going to say?
I caught up and fell in step two feet behind him. I reached out and grabbed his shirtsleeve and the book in his arm fell with a thud.
"What the fuck?" he said as he turned around. His expression softened, but then it got all hard and stern.
His eyes darted around, and he cleared his throat.
I fought the urge to bolt.
"What?" he yelled. Students stopped and stared.
He bent down to grab his book. I needed to figure out something; in a few seconds, he would stand up and walk away. I needed to speak up, or he would walk away forever.
My mind went blank.
He stood back up.
Standing in front of me, he tilted his head to the side and crinkled his nose. As I still didn’t say anything, he shook his head and turned to walk away.
"For someone who wants to be my boyfriend, you're not acting like it,” I said.
He turned back to face me. Confusion and frustration spread across his face. I’d said the wrong thing. I dropped my head and turned. When he dropped his books. The sound made me jump, but not as much as when he reached out and wrapped his hands around my biceps. My instincts were to pull away from the sudden contact, but it only made him increase his grip. My stomach fluttered as I searched my brain trying to find something to say that didn't sound stupid or pathetic or desperate.
He remained silent and pulled me close. I leaned toward him while my mind screamed, No, don’t do it, run away. I shouldn’t be doing this, not out of fear of him, but out of fear of losing control.
My breath increased and my heart was pounding out of my chest. A small part of my brain registered the pain from how tight he held my arms, but another part of my brain overrode the pain and my heart rate spiked with the realization.
Oh, shit. He's going to kiss me.
And, he did. His lips landed on mine, and it made my head spin. I was thankful for the grip on my arms, because I would have otherwise melted into the ground. His firm hands were a direct contradiction to his soft lips. I felt him pulling away and I followed, seeking more contact, but his grip flexed as if warning me to stop. I didn’t have a second to think because his lips were back on mine, harder this time. He angled his head to the left, and he slid his tongue between my open lips. As soon as our tongues touched, he withdrew, and I sought it out. His grip on my arms tightened, but as my triceps began to shake, he loosened his grip. He let go and wrapped one arm around my waist. His other hand touched my chin to tilt it to the ideal angle in order for him to kiss me deeper. He directed this epic moment and I followed his cues. He paused and allowed air to pass between our moist lips, but my lips weren’t done.
He opened his mouth and my tongue found his as I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his neck. I pulled him closer, and he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight.
He no longer seemed in control of the situation. He reacted to my every move. I was in control.
God, it felt good.
Post #1 Question: What was you're first kiss with you're significant other like?
Hope for Him (Hope Series Book #2)
She broke down. The dam broke and she was shaking and having trouble breathing. I moved over to her and reached for her. She pushed my hands and arms away, but I held on tight.
"Shh, baby. It's okay, I got you."
She moaned and fought me more, but I held on tight.
"Stop, Carrington. It’s okay." I kissed her forehead and rubbed the side of her head. She calmed down and relaxed into my side. I held her until her sobs became a moaning cry. She was so hurt and broken and all I wanted to do was help her, but I was the reason for her pain this time.
"I'm so sorry, Carrington. All I ever wanted was to be with you. I love you so much. You and I belong together and now is our chance. Don't say we can't be together."
She moaned louder and tried to get up, but I pulled her to me and found her lips with mine. I pressed my lips into her and hoped they would reminder her what we had. She stiffened against my kiss, but soon she melted into me and kissed me back. I felt her tears mix with my own as they fell down her face. I needed more. I needed to feel all of her. I needed to remind her that she belonged to me, and I belonged to her.
I pushed her shirt up over her head and stopped kissing her. I sought out her eyes. I saw a glimmer of hope, and it was all the encouragement I needed. I placed my lips on hers and pushed my tongue into her mouth. I pushed her onto her back and reached between her legs and she moaned from my touch. She was ready for me. That, along with her eagerness to help me remove my pants, let me know she needed this as much as I did.
We pushed my pants halfway down and she pulled me out and guided me to her. I pushed her panties to the side and let out a sign of relief as I pushed all the way into her. She moaned and closed her eyes. Her head rolled back onto the couch. She moved back and forth under me and I had to concentrate to keep up with her pace. I was so happy she wanted me. The idea of losing her after all that we had been through made me sick. It broke my heart. I grabbed her breast and squeezed her nipple between my fingers. She moaned and arched her back. I covered the other with my mouth and pounded into her.
I felt her orgasm as she spasmed with me inside of her and she held her breath. When it was over, her hands latched onto my neck and she pulled my mouth toward her. She sucked in a breath right before covering my mouth with a kiss. It was so hot, I couldn't hold out. I grunted and pushed into her one last time as my tongue did the same and I came so hard.
The whole couch twitched, and I concentrated on breathing with my face buried in her neck. When my heart rate decreased, the sound of Carrington’s tears filled my ears. I squeezed my eyes shut. Her body shook and I tried to hold her, but she pushed me away. I didn't want to, but I had no choice. I opened my eyes. Spots darted back and forth. When I was able to focus, I saw it in her eyes. This wasn't what I thought it was. This wasn't make-up sex.
This was a goodbye fuck.
Post #2 Questions: Have you had a break up that still hurts to think about?
Hope for Us (Hope Series Book #3)
“Come in,” a familiar voice said. The crack in her voice, not the tone, sent a shiver down my spine.
I placed my hand on the wall to steady myself. My mind raced. Would she be angry? Would she be happy to see me? Any chance she got ugly or fat or both? I laughed at myself because even scarred and weighing four hundred pounds, I would still want her.
“Hi, Cameron.” Her voice shook, but she tried to hide it with a cough.
“Hey, Carrington.” He knew her already.
I followed behind Cameron and cursed my agent for putting me in an impossible situation. I needed to concentrate on football when the most beautiful girl I had ever seen was more beautiful now.
Her dark hair flowed over her shoulders. She wore a black skirt that hugged her hips and a white button-down shirt, which contrasted her light brown skin and showed off the right amount of cleavage to make me forget my name. My eyes took their time skimming her body and recognizing it and not at the same time. She crossed her arms over her chest and stood with one hip cocked out to the side. As I reached her face, I realized she wasn’t as happy to see me as I was to see her.
“Carrington. It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah.” She slid into the seat in front of her and motioned for me to have a seat across from her. On the table, a folder laid open with documents and a pen on top.
Cameron stood by the door and looked from Carrington to me and back again.
Carrington went right into lawyer mode. She had her head down and flipped through some pages.
“As you can see, your player contract is fairly standard. Initial every page and sign and date the last,” she said.
“Hey Cameron, you mind waiting for me out front. No need for you to sit here and watch me read a contract.”
They both looked in my direction.
“Uh, yeah sure. No problem.” Cameron headed out and closed the door as he left. When I turned back to Carrington, her eyes were on me.
She looked pissed off, but I wasn’t quite sure why. It worried me. At least she had a little more warning than I had of seeing her. Back in the day, Carrington never hid her feelings from me. She always told me how she felt.
“How have you been?” I asked.
“I’m good.” She looked around the room, at the papers in front of her, anywhere but in my eyes.
“Carrington. Look at me.”
She bit her lip and started looking around, but then she looked up. She looked at me, and I smiled before I could stop myself. This made her even angrier, which made me laugh.
“What is so funny?”
“This, you and me after all this time in the same room pretending like it’s no big deal.” I stood up and moved to the seat next to her. She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, again.
“I’m not pretending anything.”
“Then why are you so pissed off?”
“Because I’m mad at you.”
She uncrossed her arms and stood up. She headed over to the window and I followed, my eyes seeking the body part unique to Carrington. That epic ass of hers made me want to call my agent and thank him and give him a raise. I chuckled at how she affected me even so many years later.
When I looked up at her face, she held a smirk I couldn’t read.
“I’m sorry. What?”
“For looking at me like that. For walking in her like Mr. NFL quarterback who everyone loves and adores and expect me to do the same.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“What are you doing here?”
“I was traded, remember?”
“I just don’t need this in my life right now.”
“Well, I’m so sorry that I am interfering with your life again. It’s not like I can afford to handle this distraction either. I have enough to worry about without trying to decipher your damn relationship specifications.”
“Relationship specifications. What are you talking about?”
“Forget it.” I grabbed the folder and started flipping through the contract.
I felt her beside me as she leaned over, took the folder, and slid it down the table.
I stood up fast and stepped in front of her. My blood boiled and a sharp pain shot through my neck. I rubbed it.
“I’m not going to do this. Give up everything to prove to you how I feel about you only to have you create some tiny issue to justify why we can’t be together only because you are too scared to admit the truth.”
She stepped back, but she didn’t have far to go, the window stopped her progress, but she stood tall in heels and attitude staring up at me.
“And what is the truth?”
“The concept of you and me, in any form, shape, or fashion, scars the shit out of you."
Her chin dropped to her chest, and she relaxed her arms. She leaned back against the window and looked up at me. When she blinked back her tears before they fell, it crushed me.
I didn’t mean to say that, but it came out before I could stop myself.
I relaxed my arms, too.
I wanted to hold her, lean over and kiss her, and show her how I wanted her, even after all these years. I wanted to tell her how not a day went by that I didn’t think about her. I wanted to hear her tell me the same.
I stared down at her, fixated on her lips. She bit them as if she could feel my stare. I leaned in a little more. She placed her hand on my chest. I closed my eyes and said a little prayer of thanks to whoever put us in each other’s lives again, but when I opened my eyes, she was gone.
Post #3 Questions: Have you ever been reunited or wanted to be reunited with a long lost love?