New York Vulcans Series by Teagan Kade (1, 3)
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Overview: Teagan Kade thinks talking about yourself in the third person is silly, just like her collection of snow globes and rare manga. When she’s not being silly, she’s hanging out with her own Storm and two children in the south of Australia, dreaming of new characters and torturous ways they can get themselves into trouble.
Genre: Fiction > Romance
1. Ryder – The definition of trouble is a pro football player. Change my mind.
Ryder Summers—The big, bad New York Vulcans linebacker with an anger-management problem to match.
He’s being sent to an exclusive beachside retreat to ‘heal’ and ‘refresh’. Read: save his career.
And I’m the sucker who has to escort him.
I didn’t go to Harvard to babysit an oversized toddler who can’t control his temper, and I’m sure as hell not giving into his endless pickup lines and bad boy wiles.
I’m a professional. I don’t fall for guys like Ryder, even if he is a hundred kinds of hot—sinful, seductive, and oh so gorgeous.
But the more I get to know him, the more I wouldn’t mind a taste, just a teaser of what it’s like to actually live.
One ‘O’—one back-breaking, headboard-shaking climax is all I want, just to know it’s not a myth.
I have no doubt Ryder can deliver, but the secret I’m guarding could destroy both our careers, nothing but disaster incarnate to follow.
So why the hell am I hungering for his touch, ready to throw caution to the wind and whip my panties off?
One thing’s for sure, sports fans. Things are about to get crazy.
3. Killian – Beautifully, wonderfully, toe-curlingly complex.
That’s Killian O’Sullivan—running back for the New York Vulcans complete with lucky green jockstrap and an appetite for trouble.
A smart woman would steer well clear, but I’ve decided to head right for the pretty blue eyes of the storm.
I find him one night half-naked in an alleyway (long story) short on pants but definitely not short on something else.
Helping a stranger in need is one thing, but dating a Vulcan is quite another.
He lives on a knife’s edge. Me? I’ve got… complications (even longer story).
It’s a solid no-go. Absolutely not.
Still, there’s a flicker of desire that’s working itself between my legs that seems damn near unstoppable if I let it burn unattended.
But a guy who looks good in a skirt (yep, another story) and smells like a bottle of Jameson?
I have an inkling, a little tingle that tells me it would be a bad, no good, terrible kind of idea.
Because getting into his pants is one thing.
But getting into his head is quite another.
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1. Ryder
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