on March 22, 2018
Pages: 460
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A FORBIDDEN LOVE SET IN THE EXPLOSIVE WORLD OF THE NBA...
Think you know what it's like being a baller's girl?
You don't.
My fairy tale is upside down.
A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud.
I was a fool, and his love - fool's gold.Now there's a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA's brightest stars.
Fine. Forbidden.
He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, won't let me go.
Wow!! Just wow… I’m completely speechless. I completely LOVED Long Shot by Kennedy Ryan!
Truth be told, Long Shot was so hard to read… because the realness, the heavy themes happen all the time and here I am sitting in the front seat experiencing it all firsthand. I felt my emotions running in chaotic havoc, my heart pounding, the breathless feeling of running a race trying to get to the finish line… in a few words—this is a MUST READ BOOK!
Iris is a force to be reckoned with… a victim but a strong survivor… she embodies everything you want in a female heroine. My heart bled for her and I wanted to jump into the book several times to save her.
Oh August… the epitome of patience and kindness and good… he had a true heart of gold ❤
I applaud Kennedy for her thorough research… the story was perfection in every way. There may have been some parts that were a little cliche or too long but I was able to look past these things because this book was unputdownable—suspenseful but sexy, heartbreaking and endearing… I haven’t read a Kennedy Ryan book in a long time and she amazed me with this book. She has grown as an author and I’m so damn proud of this book… and her!!!!
Her passion for writing shines through and I can’t wait for what she has in store for us next in the Hoops series—I am a vested fan!!!!
“Iris?” August’s frown, the concern on his face, in his voice, remind me where I am. “Baby, you okay?”
I blink down at him dumbly, swallowing my tears, eating my memories whole and digesting a nightmare from long ago. I nod, my lips a cold, wobbly curve.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, his eyes so tender, so intent.
I remember a magical night under the stars, under a streetlight on the eve of greatness. A night filled with laughter and confidences, pregnant with promise. And I see him so clearly, my prince, asking for a kiss.
And I do.
I kiss him like the world might end tonight because I’ll never take this for granted. Not his kindness, when I’ve known cruelty all too well. Not his tenderness, when I’ve been handled roughly in the past. Not his love, when I’ve been possessed and owned and mistreated.
He thaws me with his kiss, my prince, and I melt into him. We’re chest to chest, with August’s number crushed between us. I take his cock in my hand, aligning our bodies, and two become one in a carnal slide of flesh. I anchor myself by my elbows hooked around his neck, and we kiss until I’m dizzy and our breaths tangle in a cloud of bliss. Under the jersey, his palm spans my back, digging into the naked flesh as our hips lock and roll and grind. My body clenches around him, and we pray, we curse, we moan, we mate like our bodies were made for this moment.
Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.
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