“Win at all costs, fuck when it feels good, keep men at arm’s length”
This is Olivia Stradmore’s philosophy, and even though she’s in the spotlight due to her successful pro tennis career and her Senator father’s protectiveness, these rules guide her and allow her the release and control she needs to maneuver through the craziness of the media, her training, and at this moment, a crazy ass stalker who wants nothing more than to claim her and won’t allow anything or anyone get in his way.
With the walls closing in on her, Olivia makes a monumental mistake, and her father takes it upon himself to ensure her safety by putting Brack Jacobs in charge of his daughter’s safety. Brack vows to protect Olivia at all costs, but with Olivia’s constant snark and sexual innuendos, her high maintenance demeanor makes Brack’s job that much harder – good thing Brack gives as good as he gets and knows how to handle Olivia; there isn’t a game she can play that Brack won’t win. But Olivia’s stalker is not playing games and in order to protect her, Brack does what he has to do, rattling Olivia and forcing her to face the situation that she’s in and take back control.
Olivia is a ball buster, and she definitely knows how to rub people the wrong way, but in my opinion, her attitude is her way of dealing with all of the stress that surrounds her life, especially now with someone hell-bent on making her his. She’s a heroine who will drive some readers crazy because based on the situation she’s in, she shouldn’t run her mouth or act the way that she does. Olivia is an acquired taste, and yes, even I had trouble with some of her decisions, especially towards the end of the text, but you don’t get ahead in a profession like pro tennis without carrying yourself a certain way…I guess I just wanted to see it not reflected everywhere in her life, especially with Brack later on in the story.
Brack is a kickass bodyguard who lives his job, and he knows he shouldn’t mix business and pleasure together, and, at first, he keeps Olivia at arm’s length, but he’s a man, and Olivia knows how to push just the right buttons. But Brack still has a job to do and he won’t be compromised, especially when the stalker keeps getting closer and closer to his target. Decisions have to be made, and when the lines are crossed, Brack needs to ensure Olivia’s safety first and foremost – even if that complicates the way they feel about one another.
Slam is more suspenseful than any of the other books in the Completion series, which is a great way to keep readers invested, but it also still possesses those defining sports romance qualities that Play, Strike, and Kick have. I love the quick witted come backs that seem to be strewn throughout Roberts’ stories and the sizzling connection between her heroes and heroines is definitely something that seeps off the pages of her books.
I wonder what sports up next?
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
4 poison apples
I squealed as Brack flipped us over dislodging my hands. He was hard again. Or maybe his erection never left. I sat back on his thighs and admired his cock. Placing my fingers around the head, I squeezed gently.
“Harder,” he said with lust in his voice.
“Mmm, I want to suck.”
“What’s stopping you?” he asked gruffly.
I gripped harder like he asked. “I want you shooting off in my pussy this time.”
He closed his eyes for a moment. “Suck me first and that can be arranged.”
I didn’t care that I was a sticky mess. I wiggled off him until my knees hit the floor. He moved down a bit so I could comfortably reach him with my mouth. He propped himself on his arms and watched. I stuck my tongue out and licked just the tip. I didn’t always like the taste of men but Brack was yummy. When I’d sucked his cum from my fingers, I’d wanted to go back for seconds. I flicked my tongue against him watching his reaction. It wasn’t much. I knew he liked it hard. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked a little as I circled his balls with one hand and his cock with the other.
Saliva pooled in my mouth as I took him deeper. At the same time, I put additional pressure around his cock. My lips met my fingers and I sucked while bobbing my head. His groan had me tightening my fingers even harder.
“I want to grab your hair but I’m afraid I’ll hurt your head,” he moaned out on a ragged breath.
His cock slipped from my mouth as I looked up. He stared at the stream of saliva between his dick and my lips. I smiled. “I’m fine, do what feels good.”
His eyes met mine as he placed his fingers in my hair and pushed my mouth to his cock again. I opened wide and took him deeper.
“Fuck me you’re good at this.”
I didn’t take it the wrong way—I was good at this. The second lover in my life, an Australian tennis pro, spent a lot of time teaching me fellatio. He wasn’t into returning the favor frequently and I finally kicked him to the sideline. He came out of the closet a year ago and it all made sense. But who better to teach about blowjobs than a gay man? I didn’t feel comfortable enough to practice my skills with most of the men I slept with. Brack was different. I wanted his cock. And like most things in my life, I took what I wanted.
Fairest Of All Book Reviews 
Thank you for the wonderful review!
So glad that Olivia was able to save herself and that Brack was alpha enough to make sure she had the skills. Great characters!
Even if you hate sports you’ll love this book. A brilliant story by an awesome author.