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Foolish Games

Foolish Games

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This Hail Mary play for the heart is the latest sports romance in the sizzling Out of Bounds series. 

Bridal gown designer Julianne Marchione knows better than to lose her head at a client’s wedding. But, much to her embarrassment, a mix of migraine medication and a smoking hot football player lead to a steamy one night stand resulting in a

Overview

This Hail Mary play for the heart is the latest sports romance in the sizzling Out of Bounds series. 

Bridal gown designer Julianne Marchione knows better than to lose her head at a client’s wedding. But, much to her embarrassment, a mix of migraine medication and a smoking hot football player lead to a steamy one night stand resulting in a surprise pregnancy. Julianne has every intention of leaving her NFL hookup far in the past until her son, Owen, is born with a life-threatening blood disorder that requires a transfusion—and Julianne is not a match.

Will “William the Conqueror” Connelly grew up tough, shouldering the stigma of being a bastard child born on the wrong side of the tracks. He refuses to let any child face the same discrimination. When he finds out about Owen, he’s furious that Julianne kept his son a secret. But when he sees her again at the hospital, he realizes that his feelings for her go far beyond anger.

Will insists that Owen recuperate at his home in North Carolina, and he’s adamant that Julianne become his wife—even if it’s only a temporary marriage in name only. But will their simmering attraction ever lead to a real connection?  Or are they just playing foolish games?

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"Foolish Games is a stand-alone story with lots of hot, steamy fun." —RT Book Reviews

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9780425266649
Publisher:
Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date:
12/03/2013
Series:
Out of Bounds Novel Series
Pages:
320
Sales rank:
768,701
Product dimensions:
4.10(w) x 6.70(h) x 1.00(d)
Age Range:
18 Years

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2013 by Sun Home Productions, LLC.

One

 Paternity.

The word reverberated inside Will Connelly’s head, pum­meling his temples until they began to throb. He clenched his jaw firmly in place, at the same time willing his knuckles to release their death grip on the leather chair. It was an effort to appear unfazed despite the fact the supposed purpose of the meeting had taken a 180-degree turn. If ever there was a time for Will to put on his game face, this was it.

The U.S. senator sitting across the conference table was sadly mistaken if he thought he was a match for Will’s trade­mark inscrutable stare. There was a reason he was known as William the Conqueror throughout the NFL: Will Con­nelly tore through offenses relentlessly, all the while wearing a stoic expression that caused many an opponent to declare that the Pro Bowl linebacker had ice water running through his veins.

The men seated on either side of him, however, weren’t as practiced at remaining cool. Both shifted uneasily in their chairs.

“Come again?” Roscoe Mathis, Will’s agent, wasn’t one to sit patiently while someone railroaded his client.

The senator’s smug grin didn’t waver, his gaze fixed on Will. “I said that Mr. Connelly might want to rethink his position as the national spokesman against deadbeat dads. He’s been named the father in a rather . . . extraordinary paternity request.”

“Now just wait one minute, Senator,” said Hank Osbourne, the general manager for the Baltimore Blaze and Will’s other companion. Hank was often referred to as the Wizard of Oz around the league because of his ability to quickly turn a team into a contender; his demeanor was normally as cool as Will’s. But his tone implied his temper was on a short leash today. “You march us up to Capitol Hill, supposedly to ask questions about an alleged bounty scheme your com­mittee is wasting taxpayer dollars investigating, and then you accuse my player with some cockamamie paternity suit? What kind of game are you playing here?”

The senator lunged forward in his seat. “Correction, Mr. Osbourne. I didn’t invite you or Mr. Mathis here for this meeting. This business involves a personal matter between him”—he shot a finger at Will—“and me.”

“Your summons was rather vague,” Roscoe said. “We assumed it involved this witch hunt into Coach Zevalos’s career.”

Will’s body tensed at the mention of Paul Zevalos, his former coach at Yale. After college, the coach took a defen­sive coordinator position in the NFL, bringing Will along as an undrafted rookie. Without Zevalos championing him, Will might never have seen a professional gridiron, much less become one of the league’s most elite players. And now, the world expected him to turn on his former coach.

Like hell he would.

Senator Stephen Marchione sank back into his padded leather chair. Somewhere near forty years old, the well-respected politician likely didn’t have a daughter old enough to interest Will. And married women were off-limits in his book. Will relaxed slightly, confident that a mistake had been made. Extremely careful in his personal life and monogamous with the women he dated, he took precautions to prevent children. He had to. No child should be subjected to the childhood he’d endured.

A ripple of unease crawled up his spine, however, as he remembered a sensual encounter the night of his best friend’s wedding. But that had been nearly a year ago. If the woman had conceived a child, she’d have made her claim long before today. Besides, the woman was Italian or French, the designer of the bride’s wedding gown. It was unlikely she and the senator would cross paths. Reassured, he pretended aloofness by adjusting the cuff of his suit jacket as he waited for Mar­chione to continue.

The senator pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “You’re right. Congress shouldn’t be wasting time and money investigating professional sports. That’s for the leagues to police. But I’m in the minority and this is politics. Connelly, you don’t want to testify against your old coach and I can impede the committee from forcing you to do so. For the time being. In return, I need you to do something for me.” He eyed the men seated beside Will. “Something I think both of us would like to keep private.”

For the first time since entering the ornate conference room, Will spoke. “They stay.” He wasn’t sure what the senator was up to, but he wanted his agent and his boss as witnesses in case something went awry.

“Suit yourself.” Marchione pulled a file folder out from the portfolio in front of him.

“Hold on.” Roscoe pointed to a white-haired gentleman in a dark suit seated behind the senator. He was the only person to accompany Marchione to the meeting. “We’d like some assurances from your staff that whatever this is about, it’ll remain private.”

“That’s Mr. Clem,” the senator said. “He represents the child.”

The room was silent for a moment while the men pro­cessed that statement. Will’s temple throbbed harder as he realized another kid had been born a bastard. Just like him.

The senator’s face was chagrined as he slid a photo across the table. Will’s breath hitched as he caught sight of the alluring woman in the picture. Laughing, bright amber eyes dancing, she stood among several brides who towered over her curvy, petite frame.

Apparently, the senator did know the bridal gown designer.

Will silently contemplated the photo as his pulse ratch­eted up several notches.

“I take it you recognize my little sister.” The senator’s voice sounded almost apologetic. “She designs under her mother’s maiden name, J. Valencia. But her real name is Julianne Marchione.”

He could feel the eyes of all the men in the room on him. Will was embarrassed to admit he and his mystery lover hadn’t exchanged names. Hell, they’d barely spoken at all. His palms began to sweat as he pondered the ramifications of his one and only one-night stand. In the world of profes­sional sports, men and women hooked up all the time, no strings attached. But not Will. He’d borne the shame of being the consequence of a one-night stand all his life. “Your sister didn’t offer her name, Senator,” he bit out. “In fact, she gave the impression she spoke little English.”

Marchione winced as he leaned back against his chair. “Julianne is multilingual. But since she’s as American as I am, she’s perfectly fluent in English.” He sighed. “She has a bit of a flair for the dramatic sometimes.”

Will pushed back from the table and stalked to the pic­ture window behind him, turning his back to the men in the room as he wrestled with his composure. The spring sun­shine illuminated the Capitol against a bright blue sky, but he didn’t notice the postcard picture in front of him. His brain was scrambling to make sense of the meeting.

“Does that flair for the dramatic include seducing a multimillion-dollar athlete to be her baby daddy?” Roscoe earned his enormous salary with that one question.

“My sister is a lot of things, but she is not promiscuous!”

Roscoe gave a snort. “Forgive me, Senator, but in this business, women aren’t always what they seem. Not even little sisters.”

Will leaned his forehead against the warm glass of the window while Roscoe and the senator argued behind him. He dared not join in because in his heart, he wanted to believe the woman—Julianne—hadn’t been a conniving seductress. Everything about that night lingered in his mem­ory as a mystical, erotic fantasy. One he relived often in his thoughts, each time wondering if the encounter had been real or imagined.

He didn’t have to wonder anymore.

The wedding reception had been over for several hours. A summer storm pummeled the coastline of Sea Island, cast­ing the resort into an eerie darkness despite the fact it was still early evening. Will remembered an overwhelming feel­ing of restlessness. Being back among his childhood friends always made him that way. Despite their friendship and the acceptance of their families, Will always felt like an outsider. His best friend, Chase, had married his longtime sweetheart that morning. Will’s other friend, Gavin, was off somewhere with his fiancée. And, once again, Will was alone.

He’d left his room to fill his ice bucket when he saw her wandering the hall, still dressed in the knockout red dress that had every man at the wedding doing a double take. She’d tried to remain unobtrusive throughout the event, but she was hard not to notice with her curves and that luscious mouth. She stopped a few doors from him, fumbling with her key card. Her door wouldn’t open and she mumbled something in Italian. Will wondered if she’d been drinking more than just the club soda he’d heard her order all day.

“Here, let me try.” He’d been raised in the South, after all.

Startled, she nearly dropped the key card. Will caught her hand and a jolt of electricity shot up his arm. At the time, he attributed it to the storm churning overhead. He tried the card unsuccessfully.

“You must have put it too close to your cell phone in your purse.” He carefully handed the card back to her. “These things demagnetize easily. They can fix it at the front desk.”

A savage bolt of lightning suddenly lit up the floor-length window behind Will, illuminating her face. She wasn’t drunk, she was terrified.

“Hey.” He gently took her elbow. “Why don’t I walk with you downstairs to get this fixed?”

She said something that was a jumble of English and Italian, but he had no trouble picking up the gist: She hated storms. Just as they turned toward the elevator, another crack of lightning hit, knocking out the power, and the hallway was enveloped in blackness. She let out a little squeak and dug her fingernails into Will’s arm.

“Change of plans.” He maneuvered her back toward his room, where the door was propped open by the security lock. The blue glare from his laptop screen provided enough light to guide her over to the king-sized bed. As he eased her down, her eyes locked onto the storm outside the window. Lightning streaked across the dark sky. Will crouched in front of her, gently laying a hand against her cheek. “Shhh,” he said, trying to reassure her. “It’s gonna be okay.”

Her stare darted between him and the storm raging on the beach, fear still paralyzing her face as she fingered a cross around her neck. There was no hope for it. Will lay down on the bed and gathered her in his arms, gently stroking her back.

At this point, things got hazy.

He wasn’t sure who kissed who first, but when their lips met, something ignited within them both. She tasted of cof­fee and smelled of tropical flowers and he couldn’t seem to get enough of her. Their clothes melted away, giving Will’s hands and lips access to warm, soft skin. When he entered her that first time, she welcomed him, wrapping her legs around his hips and bringing him to near-perfect ecstasy.

The thunder and lightning were winding down the second time they made love, her fingers and mouth torturing his body before he found his release. The third time he took her, the storm had dissipated outside but continued to rage on between them as the electricity he’d felt in the hallway reached a fevered pitch. Will had never felt such an intense connection with any other woman.

Until she called out another man’s name while climaxing. And then the condom broke.

When he woke the next morning, she was gone, the bat­tered beach the only evidence of the previous night’s storm. Will’s psyche was as ravaged as the shoreline. His mystery lover had checked out of the hotel and disappeared without a word. As it turned out, she might have taken a lot more from him than a little piece of his ego.

Will took a deep breath and grabbed at his tie to loosen the stranglehold it had around his neck. He needed air. Ros­coe and Hank were standing when Will turned to join them.

“You can’t leave!” Mr. Clem threw his body in front of the double doors. “That boy needs you!”

Will felt his chest constrict. A son. I might have a son.

“Mr. Clem.” Roscoe’s voice sounded miles away as the world spun around Will. “We’re not acknowledging any­thing without a paternity test.”

“We don’t have time for that!” Mr. Clem slammed his fist against the door as his face turned scarlet.

The senator slapped both hands on the table in frustration. “She doesn’t want you to acknowledge the baby! She doesn’t want a red cent from you. You never even have to see him.”

Rage swarmed through Will as he rocked back on his heels. What the hell was going on? Who was this woman? If the boy was his, there was no way Will wasn’t going to acknowledge him! Much less be a part of his life. A very big part.

Hank stepped in front of the senator, getting right in his face. “I’m going to ask you this one more time, Senator. What kind of game are you playing?”

“It’s not a game. My sister never wanted Will to know about him. Her plan was to raise him herself. In Italy. But things have changed. Julianne needs your help.” The sena­tor’s voice sounded like a plea.

Will barely heard Mr. Clem over the roaring in his ears. “She doesn’t want your money!” The man practically wailed. “She wants your blood!”

Meet the Author

Tracy Solheim is the author of international bestselling contemporary romance novels featuring hot football players and the women who love them. In addition to writing novels, she is a regular columnist for USA Today's Happily Ever After Blog. She lives in Georgia with her husband, two nearly adult children, a Labrador retriever who thinks she’s a cat and a horse named after her first novel: Game On. When Tracy's not at the barn with her daughter or working out with friends—i.e. lifting heavy bottles of wine—she’s writing. Except for when she’s reading, but that’s just research.

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Foolish Games 4.8 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 22 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Too much going on in one book. Would have liked to just have Will and Juliana's story alone without his mother's romance too. Too distracting,takes the focus away, and there is a rush in the end to tie their ends together. Shame because I love Shane & Carly's story so much. Hopefully, Brody's story is more focused on one person's love story, it is alright to have other characters but trying to have two love stories to follow is no fun. Make it two books instead.
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Loved the book! 
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jljkjohnson More than 1 year ago
First book I read of hers, kept my attention all the way through. Great Story and interesting characters. A must read
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed this book. Main characters were interesting and the and secondary characters really added depth. Only occassionally did Will and Julieanne get on my nerves with a little too many communication problems. I do like the fact that the female characters were very feminine and of course with the males being football players, they were very masculine but intelligent as well. I look forward to reading more of her books.
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NOLAreaderMH More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed Will and Julianne's story and I will be looking for more from this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved this book, finished the book in two days. will need to go and read her first book. Highly recommended.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A one night stand results in a son Will Connelly doesn't even know about. But, when the baby had a medical emergency it was necessary for Will to learn about his birth... The ups and downs of the baby's health and the very quick marriage of two strangers really keeps you reading... I laughed and I cried... The supporting cast was terrific and the story was fast paced... I will look for more of Ms. Solheim's books. She possesses a great talent... You don't have to know about football to enjoy this but it goes a long way to explain the beautiful male bodies.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it!
tink1865 More than 1 year ago
I loved this book would recommend it.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A really great follow up to Solheim's debut Game On! This was an easy, entertaining read with witty dialog, lots of subplots and a great supporting cast. I can't wait to read Brody's story. Fingers crossed for Gavin's story after that.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story great everything
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughlyenjoyed the first book in this series,bit this one was disappointing. I liked Will a lot,but Julianne was crazy andannoying. Too bad, her caracter spoiled whatcould havebeen a good book. I'll give the nextbook another try.
MsChris1161 More than 1 year ago
Loved this book! It's a well-written love story about two people who unexpectedly get together on a dark and stormy night which ends up with unplanned results that change their lives forever. It kept my interest from start to finish and I can't wait for the next book in this series to come out. Both Will (our very sexy, studly, alpha hero) and Julianne (our sweet, carefree and somewhat naïve heroine) come from hard childhoods that have left them damaged and untrusting. They start off at each other's throats, but their intense attraction to each other soon wins out and the romance begins. There are lots of twists and turns, the road to their HEA is bumpy and filled with secrets and outside interferences. But it is also filled with lots of humor, witty banter, and hot, sexy scenes There are moments of intense emotional vulnerability that will make you want to scream at both Will and Julianne for their stubbornness, and moments of tenderness that will have you rooting for them to finally admit their love for one another. Their friends, family and coworkers were a hilarious and frustrating addition to the story. I especially liked Brody and was happy to see his story will be next. I really enjoyed reading Foolish Games and give this story 4.5 stars. *I received a copy of this book as a Goodreads contest winner.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another well written book by Tracy Solheim. The book definitely lives up to the cover! I can't wait for her next book Risky Games to come out next year.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed the first book in this series, so I picked this one up yesterday. I read it in five hours! I loved the characters and the layers of plot lines--especially how believable Ms. Solheim made the secret baby scenario. I appreciate an author who gives a love story to an "older" heroine as well. Not sure I can wait until May for the next book in the series!
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