Rip Cord Book Blast

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Book Title: Rip Cord: The
Complete Trilogy

Author: Jeanne St.
James

Publisher: Self
Published

Cover Artist: EmCat
Designs

Genre/s: Contemporary
Romance, MM Sports Romance

Length: 198 paperback
pages

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Blurb
The Reunion
Gil Davis hated high school. Ever the geek, he has no
intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the
taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However, there is one thing he
misses from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on from the
first day he laid eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to
come back to their hometown to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the
Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a
date and an eye for Gil.
The Weekend
Geek Gil Davis hasn’t heard a word from NFL player, Rip
Cord, since hooking up at their class reunion. Then Rip calls him unexpectedly, he’s taking
Gil to his cabin for a weekend of erotic exploration.
The Ever After
When Rip Cord is
kicked out of the NFL, he shows up unexpectedly at Gil Davis’ front door. With his career
over, Rip’s finally ready for a future with Gil, if Gil’s willing to give him another
chance.

Excerpt

Ripley “Rip” Cord was just as tall as Gil
remembered. Around five inches taller than him, not that Gil was a squirt. The football
player was at least six foot two.
And every inch of him was muscle. Not lean muscle, but
heavy muscle. Heavy, rounded, lickable muscle.
Gil glanced at Katie. “You’re drooling.”
Katie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “As if
you aren’t.”
Gil snagged her wrist and backpedaled until he rammed
into something hard. It was the table with the place settings.
Gil peered over Katie’s shoulder to see if his klutziness had
caught Rip’s attention.
Luckily it hadn’t. The man was completely surrounded by
their old classmates clamoring for his attention.
Throughout the years, he’d followed Rip’s career in the
newspapers, on the evening news, on ESPN.
And in the tabloids.
Rip was well-known. Unfortunately it was as the “bad boy”
of the National Football League. He started out with a great career in the NFL, drafted
straight out of college. He was one of the best wide receivers in the league, but it was all his
rumored problems that kept him in the spotlight, not his stats.
And that famous wide receiver was here. Now.
“C’mon, Katie! Don’t stare.”
“Why?”
“Because—”
“Jesus, Gilly, because you have a crush on him!”
Heat crawled up Gil’s neck. He was glad the lights were
turned down in the gymnasium. He didn’t want anyone seeing him blush.
Hell, he was twenty-eight years old. He shouldn’t be
blushing. He felt seventeen all over again.
He pulled away from Katie to study the name cards
remaining on the table. Of course, he read the same card over and over before Katie
squealed.
“Oh. My.
God. Here he comes!”
Gil nervously tugged Katie next to his side and threw an
arm haphazardly around her shoulders.
“Ouch,” she yelped as her curly red hair got caught on the
button of his cuff.
“Sorry,” he whispered and straightened up just as Rip
arrived at the table.
Gil swore he saw spots. He was not going to faint. He was
not going to faint.
His knees buckled, and he grabbed for the nearest solid
thing: Rip.
Rip grasped his forearm and held Gil steady. “You all right,
buddy?”
Gil looked up—and up—into deep blue eyes. Eyes he had
never forgotten. To this day they haunted his dreams.
Dreams he usually woke up from with a raging hardon.
Gil opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Rip
smacked him hard on the back.
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
Gil nodded.
“Did you find your name card yet?” Rip asked, flashing him
a bright, white smile.
Gil shook his head.
Rip moved closer, almost hip to hip with Gil, to study the
table of white folded cardstock. Gil fought the urge to lean in and nuzzle the larger man’s
neck, inhaling his manly scent. Roll around in it like a dog.
Hell, he’d probably end up sporting a black eye if he
tried.

About the Author

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA
Today bestselling romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen
when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl
magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily
owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to
read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here.

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