Possessive QB by Alana Winters




Title: Possessive QB
Author: Alana Winters
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 10, 2021


BLURB

I found a real Goddess today and I’m going to go the whole nine yards to keep her in my life.

BRAXTON

I’ve been called Italian stallion, gunslinger, MVP, jock and sidow.
That last one is a combo of sibling and widow.
It was given to me by the media two years ago, after my brother died.
Losing Sterling broke me.
I feel as if I’m only working to stay alive. Not that I feel alive.
That’s until I get blindsided by a precious woman cheering in the stands and everything in me cheers back.
Simone is a game changer, but she thinks I’m a player.
I’ll show her that the only thing I’m playing for is keeps.
Nothing will stop me from tackling her heart.

SIMONE

I’ve been called cookie, hot cakes, sugar bomb, cupcake and spice girl.
You hear it all when you work at a bakery.
I love baking, but I do not love being looked at like I’m on the menu.
Although, it’s not so bad when it’s coming from Braxton.
The man is a certified stud muffin with the best pound cake I’ve ever seen.
I know better, you can’t have your cake and eat it too.
I’d have to be half baked to think that I won’t get burned if I give him a chance.
He won’t yield and keeps bringing my body to a rolling boil
You know what they say, if you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.

Possessive QB is a standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating and no cliffhanger.







PURCHASE LINKS

99c for a limited time!

AMAZON US / UK / CA / AU

Free in Kindle Unlimited






PLAYLIST



EXCERPT

I choke on my last sip when my eyes land on the most incredibly gorgeous woman I have ever seen. I get lost in the lethal combination of her alluring beauty and the bubbly personality that shines through, even from this distance.
She’s a goddess beaming so brightly, it’s like she’s radiating a personal force field of joy. I want to soak in her energy. It must be impossible to be unhappy in her presence. I have the oddest feelings; I don’t know her, but it’s as if we have a deep connection. It’s fucking stark-raving mad, but I want to know everything about her. What the fucking fuck is wrong with me? I’ve taken too many hits. This has to be brain damage. Right?
I have an unexpected and sudden urge to go to her. Just looking at her is making me feel happy, genuinely happy, something I haven’t felt in years. Hell, maybe I’ve never been this happy. It makes me feel desperate to meet her, to find a way to keep her, just so this feeling doesn’t go away.
I’ve forgotten where I am and when I finally notice Coach calling me back in the game, he looks pissed. I take one last glance at the precious beauty in the stands, and I find the motivation my game has been missing. I feel challenged to become the fiercest fucking player on the field.
I turn into some kind of ruthless machine; it feels like I’m a wild beast who’s escaped his cage. The animal inside of me is primed, ready to pounce and make his prey submit. The Gladiators expected to play a worn-out, nearly washed-up quarterback. Instead, they got the new me. That woman lit a fire under my ass and our opponent wasn’t at all prepared for it.






AUTHOR BIO


Alana Winters is first and foremost an avid animal lover. Her dog Khaleesi has her wrapped around her precious lil’ paws. Her happy place is writing or reading while cuddling with her fur baby. She hopes that her books will bring a similar feeling to her beloved readers. Your reviews and feedback are invaluable to her. She is a new Indie Author, who dreams of being able to write full-time.


AUTHOR LINKS




Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: