🏈 THE GAME YOU PLAY BLOG TOUR 🏈
𝗖𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗿𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 … 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸!!
Welcome to the blog tour for The Game You Play by L A Cotton.
𝗚𝗲𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗡𝗼𝘄:
Amazon US: http://geni.us/s0o8N
Amazon UK: http://geni.us/3B0Kc
🎧Audio: Coming Soon!!!
𝗙𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗚𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁.
Lose her virginity.
Meet her knight-in-shining-armor and fall in love.
Have the best senior year a girl can have.
The only problem? Her knight isn’t a saint, he’s a villain, and she’s pretty sure he’ll destroy her before ever handing over a piece of his heart.
𝗝𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻.
Win State and go down as one of the most successful Quarterbacks in Rixon Raider history.
Head off to college and pursue his dream of being drafted to the NFL.
Avoid the girl under his skin. Felicity Giles, his stepsister’s best friend and perpetual pain in his ass.
She’s annoying as hell.
She’s a game to him, nothing more.
Until his arch rival comes after him and the few people he cares about … and Felicity gets caught in the crossfire.
𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘎𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘗𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 𝘙𝘢𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴!
𝗔𝗱𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀:
O. M. G. She has done it again. Another character that I was not sure I will tolerate but Ms. Cotton worked her magic. Tied this knot around my heart. And boom. I fell in love with him. With his cockiness. Confidence. In him. She has redeemed his so good and that ending. Gah. You just want more. So much more of Jason. Of number #1.
I must admit I am not the biggest fan of Felicity simply because of how she behaved around her best friend. I won’t say anything else as that would be spoiling. And why spoil the fun?
Definitely recommended read. And I cannot wait for Asher’s book.
Ps. Cam still owns my heart. #14forever
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I did hate him.
I hated that he made me feel so alive, so desired.
I hated the way he knew exactly how to kiss me, touch me, to get me to fall at his feet.
But most of all I hated how I didn’t hate him, not even a little bit.
“Relax,” he said as if he knew I was all up in my head. “If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too.” His thumb brushed my neck slowly before he chased his touch with his lips. “I hate how I can’t stop thinking about you.” Kiss. “I hate that you say the most ridiculous things.” Kiss. “But most of all I hate that Thatcher and his goon had their hands on you. I hate…” His lips touched my skin again as my heart crashed against my ribcage.
This wasn’t the plan.
He wasn’t supposed to say all of this, to feed the small part of me dreaming of a different time and place. A time and place where Felicity Giles could ever end up with a guy like Jason Ford.
I waited for his words, greedy for more. But they never came, replaced with hot kisses as he dragged his tongue up and down the hollow of my throat. Disappointment flooded my chest but deep down, I wasn’t surprised. Jason would never admit the truth. That there was something between us. That this was more than just sex. And for as much as it hurt, maybe it was better this way.
His hands were all over me now, his mouth the same.
“Jason,” I said, gently tugging his hair. “Slow down.”
He lifted his face, brow arched. I took advantage of the moment, pushing my hands against his chest to move him back. Then I fumbled around to find the recline handle and pulled.
“What the fuck?” he grunted, and I stifled a giggle. Jason needed control. He needed to hold all the power. But this time, I wanted to be in the driving seat.
I wanted to drive him wild.
“What game are you playing, Giles?” he asked, his hands gripping my hips as I gently rocked above him. We both groaned, and another thrill shot through me. He was at my mercy now.
With my newfound confidence, I hooked my hands into the waistband of my leggings and pushed them down over my hips. It was no easy feat getting them off, but I managed. If Jason noticed my clumsy striptease, he didn’t comment, his hooded gaze too busy eating up every inch of my bare skin.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.
Yeah, fuck. His words were like a poisoned arrow through my heart.
As if he noticed my hesitation, challenge glinted in his eye. He was ready to pounce, to take back the power and flip this whole thing on me. But I wasn’t backing down. I wasn’t just a pawn in his game.
I was the goddamn queen.
And this queen wanted her king to kneel at her feet.