Wednesday, November 25, 2015



When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.

And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through.
And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my endgame.
And my endgame is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.


Sacked is Tabatha Vargo’s newest release.  With each book that she writes, I fall more in love with her style of writing. You can tell she thoroughly researches her material, gives them all fresh names that you don’t read over and over, and the covers are gorgeous. If you have never read a Tabatha book (gasp!!), start with Sacked. It will not disappoint.  

Sacked is written from a dual POV, Sawyer and Gretchen. Sawyer is a football star at the university with a philosophy of f*ck and dump em with women. Gretchen was a student who swore she was “immune” to Sawyer’s charms, but had a hidden agenda to prove with him. Neither was looking for a relationship or love.

Sawyer avoided love because he had loved and lost in the past, and wanted to focus on football and become a NFL star. Gretchen wanted to help someone with a past of Sawyer’s. She was a smart mouthed football fan. I loved the banter between these two characters, in the midst of both of them fighting feelings for one another. But when they gave in, sparks flew….fireworks lit the sky...and neither would be the same afterwards.

Would Sawyer give up his wild ways? Would Gretchen give in to her heart? And can these two survive what life throws their way? This story will make you laugh, sweat a little with the steam, and will make you cry. It isn’t just a romance novel between two people. Sacked is also about forgiveness, which we all know can make us feel “sacked” when we get knocked down.

Tabatha, you have outdone yourself with this one. I love everything I have read by you, and Sacked is no different. If you have never read a book by this fabulous author, stop what you are doing and do some one-clicking now. It will not disappoint. 5 stars for Sacked, and even then I don’t feel like that is high enough. ;) Enjoy!!!

Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified. 
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger. 
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself. 
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”  
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going. 
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state. 
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer. 
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me. 
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done. 
I exploded.

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Author Bio

Tabatha Vargo is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she's a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She's a South Carolina girl who loves old historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She's the mother of an 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming. 

When she isn't writing, she's texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.

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