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337 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 18, 2017



I suspect Ms. Chess Copper is going to take me down and make me feel it.

The second I touch him, I know it’s a mistake…In that instant, I know him. I know him. I feel like I’ve known him my whole existence, like I’ve been waiting for him to return from wherever he’s been.
“You and me. We could be real.”
“One day, Chess, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And I’m going to be there to catch you when you fall.”
Finn presses his mouth to mine. The kiss is sweet and swift, a touch of lips to lips, a slight exchange of air. And it still manages to stop my heart and send heat flaring up my thighs.

"Tell me again that I'm a bad bet. Because I can't wait to prove you wrong."
"Prove it."
“Everything is right when I’m with you.”
“Do you understand? Your life stops, mine does too.”



















So were going to…What? Be friends.”
He looks almost boyish then. “Yeah. We are.” His eyes spark. “Fair warning. I’ll still be picturing you naked half of the time. So get used to a bit of leering.”
I snort. “You just had to go and ruin the moment, didn’t you?”
“Probably should get used to that too.”

Like an inevitable collision with a charging linebacker, I suspect Ms. Chess Copper is going to take me down and make me feel it. Bitch of it is, I’m not sure if I hate the idea or kind of like it.
I want her with a ferocity that aches low in my gut, and I find myself reaching for her without thought, only to restrain myself at the last second. Because she is not mine.
Finn, what am I going to do with you?” His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. “Keep me. I’m pretty sure I’m good for no one else.”







“She isn’t the sweetly pretty or stunning beautiful kind of woman I usually spend time with. She’s severe, elegant. It would be easy for me to say she isn’t my type. But I’m fairly certain that goes both ways. And I’m beginning to think my “type” has just changed.
“Chess is just Chess. I don’t need to fuck her. I just want to be and not have to explain it.”
“Frankly,” he says, as we jog up the stairs. “I’m more surprised she even talks to you. I could have sworn she hated you.”
“I grow on people.”
“Like fungus.”
“You should see your face right now,” he says. “You are in total smit.”
“Smit?”
“Yeah, smitten. Totally fucking smitten.”
“It’s not going to go away for me.”
“What isn’t?”
His expression is solemn, but when he catches my eye, the corner of his lip quirks. “Wanting you… I said I wouldn’t push you, and I meant it. But one day, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And I’m going to be there to catch you when you fall.”
“Are you going to get in this bed?”
I stand a bit straighter and huff out a breath. “That’s all you have to say?”
His lips part as if he’ll speak but then he closes his mouth before opening it again. “In the spirit of friendship, I feel I should point out that your nightshirt is transparent when backed by the bathroom light.”
I jump out of the bathroom doorway, flicking off the light as I go.
With a glare, I hustle my ass into the bed, sliding under the cool covers as he laughs low in his belly.
“Asshole.” I pull the comforter up to my chest. “You could have told me sooner.”
“The struggle was real.”
His expression turns tender. “I fucking adore you.”
God, my heart. I can’t take it… “You’ve grown on me too.”
“I’m like fungus that way,” he agrees happily.

She isn’t the sweetly pretty or stunningly beautiful kind of woman I usually spend time with. She’s severe, elegant. It would be easy for me to say she isn’t my type. But I’m fairly certain that goes both ways. And I’m beginning to think my “type” has just changed.
“Pay attention, Chester. I said I want to know you. I don’t get to know my hookups.”
“So were going to… What? Be friends.”
He looks almost boyish then. “Yeah. We are.” His eyes spark. “Fair warning. I’ll still be picturing you naked half of the time. So get used to a bit of leering.”
I snort. “You just had to go and ruin the moment, didn’t you?”
“Probably should get used to that too.”
“I love coming home to you,” he says with a content sigh. “I have from day one. But now…” He glances down at me. “It makes it all worth it.”
“So don’t come at me with this, ‘we’re best friends’ bullshit when you want to use it to drive me away.”
“I’m crazy about you,” he says softly. “I don’t need time to figure that out.”
“I’m crazy about you too,” I whisper. “I’m just scared.”
Before I can blink, he leans in and gives me a firm kiss. It’s more tender than sexual. I need that more right now. How does he know to do that?
“You know, if you colored your hair black, you’d make a pretty good young Elvis.”
She blinks up at me. “Do you know ‘Hound Dog’?”
“Cute.”
“‘ Jailhouse Rock’?”
“Now, Chester, ‘Don’t be Cruel’.”
She smiles up at me, and my chest suddenly hurts. Ink black hair spread out like a fan on the sheets, bottle green eyes glinting with happiness, pretty pink mouth smiling wide, she’s the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, fuck, Chester Copper, I’m so gone on you. There’s no coming back from it.” I kiss those candy lips. “Haven’t you figured it out?” I say against them. “Every time I call you Chester, I’m saying I adore you. I fucking adore every part of you.”


Days pass into weeks. Before I know it, Finn has become a fixture in my life.”
Finn, what am I going to do with you?” His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. “Keep me. I’m pretty sure I’m good for no one else.”

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I am absolutely in love this book.

“Let me guess, …You’re obsessed with finally finding One-Eyed Willie.”

“Make all the dick jokes you want. They won’t save you.”
…she is a professional for god’s sake! 😀



These two were absolutely perfect together.

“Whatever we choose, we’ll do it together. As long as we’re together Chess.”
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I can’t move. All my brainpower has gone south to take orders from my rising dick. And said dick is insisting that we get closer. He wants a formal introduction
“I’ve never been walked home by man without him expecting something, Dr. Phil.”
“You’ve been walking home with the wrong men, Chess.”
“Don’t coddle me,” I mutter, even though I can’t find the strength to move away. “I don’t need it.”
Finn hums in his throat. “Yes, I know. You’re a total badass. But you’ve got this wrong. You’re coddling me. I have needs woman.”
A broken laugh escapes me. “I’m already regretting my confession”
“Chess?”
“Yeah?” My voice is a rough mumble in his sweater.
“Shut up and let me hug you.”
Hey, Chess, I don’t jut want you. I need you. I need you so much it hurts. I’m pretty sure if you leave me it will end me.
She makes me grateful for every sunrise. Because I wake up knowing she’s in the world.
“Finn, what am I going to do with you?”
His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. “Keep me. I’m pretty sure I’m good for no one else.”
I kind of want to put up a commemorative plaque. ‘On this site, Finnegan Mannus gave Chester Copper five orgasms and reduced her to tears of pleasure.”
“I believe you were the one tearing up.”
“It was an emotional moment.”
“Finn… You don’t fight fair.”
“I never will hen it comes to you, Chess. You’re my girl and I’m your guy. Fate knows it. I know it. Now get on with the program.”




“Finn, what am I going to do with you?” His smile is an easy glide, but his eyes hold mine a beat too long. “Keep me. I’m pretty sure I’m good for no one else.”
Audio book source: Hoopla
Story Rating: 4 stars
Narrators: Grace Grant & Teddy Hamilton
Narration Rating: 4 stars
Genre: Contemporary Romance (Sports)
Length: 11h 1m


One day, Chess, you’re going to feel safe enough to let go. And I’m going to be there to catch you when you fall.”
And when I kiss Finn, I know I won’t stop there. When I kiss him, I want to consume him.”
I did not know what true joy was until Finn. Every emotion I’m capable of having amps up with him. I feel. I live. I breathe. The world is more real when he is there.”
Kristen Callihan