Title: Off the Record
Author: Sawyer Bennett
Publisher: Big Dog Books
Release date: June 11, 2013
Genre: Contemporary romance
Age Group: New Adult
Event organized by: AToMR Tours
The sparks of dislike burn hot, but the sparks of mutual attraction burn even hotter.
Ever Montgomery suffered the ultimate betrayal by the one man who she should have been able to count on for anything. It has left her hurt, jaded and incapable of forming relationships, but it also means that she can spot a liar a mile away. These traits are earning her a reputation as a reporter with a keen nose for a good story and a complete understanding of the extreme power of the written word.
Lincoln Caldwell, is the hot goalie for the New York Rangers. At twenty-four and a rising star, he works hard and he plays even harder. He’s gorgeous and carefree—the ultimate charmer. Ladies fall at his feet and the single life has never been lived the way Linc Caldwell does it.
When Ever publishes an article about Linc containing information that she received off the record, she finds herself on the receiving end of the athlete’s fury. Rather than basking in the glory of exposing Linc as a shameless user of women, she finds herself at his mercy when he demands and receives retribution. Required by her editor to trail Linc for six weeks, Ever is forced to look at the real Linc Caldwell.
And she just might find that she has misjudged him.
“I said you look hot in those glasses. You look sexy-smart. A killer combination.”
“Don’t fuck around with me, Linc. I’m not falling for your lines.” I’m pissed at myself that his words affected me and I’m pissed at him for trying to affect me.
He shrugs his shoulders at me as he separates the eggs. “It’s not a line because I don’t expect anything in return. It’s the truth of what I’m thinking right now. I tend to say what’s on my mind.”
His compliment should warm me, particularly because I’m sure I look less than stellar right now. Instead, all I can think is that he probably uses similar lines on all the women he comes in contact with. Unfortunately, I tend to say what’s on my mind too.
“Did you say something sweet like that to the woman that gave you a blow job Friday night?”
Linc looks up from the eggs and his eyes are hard. I swallow nervously.
“I told you that I did not get a blow job from one of those women Friday night.” He steps around the counter and walks up to me, leaning his face down close to mine so he can look directly in my eyes. His voice is low and deliberate. “But I did fuck that woman you saw me with in my bedroom, and I fucked her hard and more than once. That’s after I got her off with my hand. You remember that part, don’t you? Now, that’s the truth.”
He stares at me for just a few seconds then walks back to his eggs. But he’s not finished with me.
His voice is no less deliberate but the physical distance that is back between us makes the words sound colder. “And you can look at me all you want with contempt, but I don’t apologize for who I am. You have no right to judge me or my sex life. I will share this with you now, and then I’m done talking about it. I do not randomly hook up with a lot of women, but I do hook up with some. I’m a single guy. It’s what we do. But I’m safe, and I’m cautious as to who I’m with, and I’m damn selective. If you have a problem with that, fine...write about it. But don’t paint a picture of me that’s inaccurate.”
About the Author
Sawyer Bennett is the pen name for a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weakness but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
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