Synopsis
When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through. And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my end game.
And my end game is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
Review
Sawyer and Gretchen’s story is an angsty read because no matter her motive for getting close to him, Gretchen never counted on seeing underneath the asshole manwhore and finding herself falling for him, which is exactly what happens regardless of Gretchen’s hot and cold actions towards Sawyer.
I have to admit…it took me quite a while to even begin to tolerate Sawyer. From the onset, he portrays himself as God’s gift to football and women, which even if that is the truth, being an arrogant prick about it just doesn’t fly.
But as Tabatha Vargo delved deeper into his head and allowed readers to hear his true thoughts about Gretchen and what she was doing to his heart, he started to grow on me. Did I still want to slap him and yell at him to get his head out of his ass, absolutely, but Vargo forced me to see beyond his asshole demeanor and see what Gretchen feels for him.
Vargo does a great job of illustrating Gretchen’s dilemma, and the pressure she feels to keep her hands off the football stud; she wants him but she knows she can’t have him…at least not without disclosing her motives. Gretchen’s playing a game that no one can truly win and when the truth does come out, it’s unclear which one of them, Gretchen or Sawyer, will be the one with their heart sacked.
Sawyer and Gretchen’s relationship is definitely a tumultuous one, and I wanted both of them to get their shit together and tell the truth, but I also understand what’s at risk for both of them and my agitation wasn’t going to make them move any quicker because it’s their story, not mine.
Sacked is a steamy, drama filled read that shows two people attempting to make the biggest play of their lives and change everything about themselves, leaving it a toss up whether they’ll both be the victors or lose the biggest game of their lives.
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
4 Poison Apples
Excerpt
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips. Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.
“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.
“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.
I exploded.
Author Bio
Tabatha Vargo is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she’s a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny.
She’s a South Carolina girl who loves historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She’s the mother of a 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn’t writing, she’s texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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