Fast Break: Brooklyn Monarchs, Season 1, Book I
The only way to win is to lose control …
It’s 24/7 money, fame, and game on-and off-the court. But the real action is behind the scenes in Patricia Sargeant’s sizzling pro basketball series, where the stakes are everything and winning means playing for keeps. . .
He’s a two-time MVP and three-time championship winner. He lives to be the best. And now that he’s a first-time coach, DeMarcus Guinn will lead the NBA’s worst team to the top his way – or no way at all. But the team’s fiery franchise owner, Jaclyn Jones, is fighting him at every turn. And their unexpectedly seductive one-on-one is the kind of game time he can’t resist.
Turning her family’s team into winners is Jaclyn’s only hope of saving them and her community. She’s used to being in control, but DeMarcus’s determination – and the way he makes her feel – are like no moves she’s ever seen. And with everything they care about on the line, they’ll have to play to win . . . or lose their hearts.
“Sexy, fun, and fast-paced … a slam dunk!” – Kate Angell, USA Today best-selling author
“A fun read …” – Publishers Weekly
Fast Break Excerpt
DeMarcus’s mind spun at Jaclyn’s contrasts. Sweet and spicy. Bold and bashful. He wanted to taste her, all of her. He tightened his hold on her thigh and pressed his hips hard into hers.
Jaclyn broke their kiss. “Marc. Wait.”
DeMarcus froze. His left hand pressed her breast; his right hand cupped her thigh. His body ached. “All right.”
Jaclyn opened her eyes. She pressed her hand against his chest, creating more room between them. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want you. What an understatement.” Her chuckle was breathless and awkward. “But things are complicated enough for both of us without adding a sexual relationship.”
DeMarcus made himself release her. He turned away from Jaclyn’s scent and breathed deeply to clear his mind. “You’re right. You’re my boss. This isn’t a good idea.”
“I’m glad we can be sensible about this.” She didn’t sound glad. Small comfort.
DeMarcus collected his jacket from her kitchen chair before facing her again. His palm tingled from the feel of her. His body ached from the taste of her. “Yes, we can be sensible. But for how long?”