by Alexa Martin


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Marlee Harper is the perfect girlfriend. She's definitely had enough practice by dating her NFL-star boyfriend for the last ten years. But when she discovers he has been tackling other women on the sly, she vows to never date an athlete again. There's just one problem: Gavin Pope, the new hotshot quarterback, has Marlee in his sights. Gavin fights to show Marlee he's nothing like her ex. But not everyone is ready to let her escape her past, and when the gossip makes Marlee public enemy number one, she worries about more than just her reputation. It will take a Hail Mary for Marlee and Gavin's relationship to survive the season.

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ISBN-13: 9780451491954
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/11/2018
Series: Playbook, The Series , #1
Pages: 320
Sales rank: 68,644
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.20(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Alexa Martin is a writer and stay at home mom. She lives in Colorado with her husband, a former NFL player who now coaches at the high school where they met, their four children, and a German Shepherd. When she's not telling her kids to put their shoes on...again, you can find her catching up with her latest book boyfriend or on Pinterest pinning meals she'll probably never make. Her first book, Intercepted, was inspired by the eight years she spent as an NFL wife.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected copy proof***
Chapter 1

For the first three years, it’s fun being a pro football player’s girlfriend.

“Marlee, let me see your hand! Did Chris propose yet?” Amber asks.

I’m in year ten.

“Still naked.” I wiggle my fingers in front of her the same way I did last week and the week before that . . . and the week before that. #HeDidntPutARingOnIt

Sometimes, I like to hashtag my life. #CheaperThanTherapy

I sip my margarita. “When it happens, I promise to let you know.” Or, you know, keep asking every time you see me.

“Marlee.” Courtney sighs. She stands at the head of the table clutching a glitter-coated gavel. “We made exceptions for you to join the Lady Mustangs. Try to acknowledge that and save your little side conversation until we’ve finished.”

“Sorry, Court.” Every time I call her Court, she strains her Botoxed forehead and glares in my direction, so obviously, it’s the only thing I call her. Well, sometimes I call her bitch, but she doesn’t know about that.

“As I was saying, the annual Lady Mustangs Fashion Show is in three weeks. Everyone must attend the next meeting so we can discuss the outfits for you and your husbands.”

I catch her eye again. She raises her chin, and her fat-injected lips form an actual smile.

“Oh, I’m sorry. In your case, Marlee, you and your boyfriend.”

See? What a bitch.

“Thanks for the clarification, Court, but I understood.” My fingernails dig into my palm as I fight the urge to ask if one of her husband’s girlfriends will be joining the festivities.

“I didn’t want you to feel like you were being excluded.”

Hmm . . . including me by pointing out my differences. Makes so much sense. I don’t know if she’s trying to convince herself, me, or the rest of the Mustang wives, but she isn’t succeeding with anybody.

“You’re so thoughtful,” I return with an equal amount of authenticity.

Courtney is the president (how obnoxious) of the Lady Mustangs, the charitable organization consisting of the wives and girlfriend (singular) of the Denver Mustangs. We get together every Wednesday during the season to plan different events to benefit the community. There is an unspoken rule—each woman only gets one season to lead—but surprising nobody at all, Courtney didn’t think the rules applied to her. This is her fourth year as president. Her husband, Kevin Matthews, is our quarterback, but her head is bigger than his. And that’s saying a lot. There are football players and then there are quarterbacks—which are an entirely different breed. Courtney has also made it her mission during her reign of terror to put me in my place, a spot well below her. She doesn’t seem to realize I’m fresh out of fucks to give.

“As I was saying, now that the season has arrived, everyone needs to be here every week. No excuses.” She looks toward me again.

So I’ve missed some meetings, sue me. But, unlike Courtney, I have an actual job that includes more than lunching. We also live in the day and age of email, something that seems to evade her.

“Remember what we always say? We work hard to inspire our husbands’ on-field success with our off-field dedication, support, and achievements.”


Honestly, besides the constant pressure to prove I’ll be the best football wife ever, the only reason I keep coming to these awful things is because it gives me an excuse to drink in the early afternoon. I focus on the Colorado sun shining down on our rooftop patio table as I sip my oversized margarita, listening to the music as it switches between seventies pop and nineties hip-hop—until Courtney’s shrill voice pulls my attention back to her.

“Is there anything else that needs to be discussed today?” Courtney asks. After a quick glance around the table confirms there’s nothing else to be said, the gavel slams into the table and glitter explodes off of it, covering the table, plates, and floor.


Like the waitstaff needed more of a reason to hate us beyond the ten separate checks, no dressing/no flavor orders, and the three women who sent their meals back because they spotted a carb.

Whenever these meetings end, the switch flips from good deeds to gossip central.

“Can I have a chip?” Naomi says. “Salad is so stupid. Why don’t you ever tell me not to order one?” She draws my attention away from the brewing gossip storm as she reaches to my plate without waiting for an answer. Not that she needs one, she does this every week. And every week she still orders a salad—like the calories don’t count if I’m the one who orders them. #WhoNeedsScience

“What if I was going to say no?”

“Were you?” She crunches into the chip in a manner so un-Lady-Mustang-like, I’m surprised Courtney doesn’t slam down the gavel again to reprimand her.

“No, you can have the rest, I’m done. Playing nice while Power Trip Barbie threw her jabs stole my appetite.”

I love Naomi. She has never questioned the authenticity of my relationship because of my lack of a gaudy diamond decorating my left hand. She’s the first to call me to get together when the guys are out of town. She also doesn’t partake in the hype some of the other women do when it comes to the faux fame of being an athlete’s wife.

“Don’t mind Courtney. She’s just pissed they’re bringing in another quarterback, and Kevin’s reign as leader supreme is coming to an end . . . not surprising considering how he played during preseason.” She doesn’t even finish the sentence before she’s grabbing the untouched taco still on my plate.

“Wait. What? When did that happen?” I ask.

“They announced it this morning. How do you not know these things? As a wide receiver, this affects Chris more than anyone else, except for Kevin.” Her eyes never meet mine, and if I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought she was whispering sweet nothings to a taco.

“The season started. Chris isn’t around to tell me these things, and I don’t have ESPN alerts sent to my phone like the rest of you freaks. Who’d they get?”

Instead of an answer, all I get is one flawless, manicured finger in my face while another points toward her mouth as she chews what was left of my lunch. Rolling my eyes to the heavens, I try to gather patience while she takes an eternity to swallow and chase it down with her watery Diet Coke.

“Gavin Pope—he was the Bears quarterback,” she says with shrug.

She’s all nonchalant while I, on the other hand, contemplate grabbing my chest and calling 911. My heart is racing so fast, I’m afraid I’m seconds away from keeling over. The sunshine now feels like a heat lamp, and my straightened hair against the back of my neck starts to curl.

“Holy shit. Are you okay? You just turned white.”

“Actually, I’m feeling a little queasy. I think I drank my margarita too fast.” I’m well accustomed to explaining away my distress around the wicked wives, and sitting by Naomi, hearing the one name I work overtime to avoid, is no different. “I think I’m going to head out, rest a little before Chris gets home.”

“Good, go and feel better. Call me later if you need anything.” Naomi’s watchful gaze follows my shaky movements as I put enough money on the table to cover my bill and offer a small apology for the glitter they’ll no doubt be cleaning for the next six months.

“I will, thank you.” I give Naomi a hug, shout a quick goodbye to our table, and get the hell out of dodge.

The problem with a rooftop patio is there’s no quick escape.

How is this my life? I know Lady Luck has never been too fond of me, but it’s just cruel that out of all the quarterbacks and all the teams, Gavin Pope ends up on the Mustangs.

Halfway down the stairs, my knees are knocking so hard I have to stop and let the wall support me. My breathing won’t slow, and I’m dizzy from all of the scenarios spinning in my head.

“Are you okay, ma’am?” an unexpected voice calls from behind me. I jump back and hit my head against the sports memorabilia–covered walls. One of the pictures crashes down, landing at my feet. I bend to pick it up and my shaking hands almost drop it twice before my nerves calm enough to look at it.

I forget where I am. Instead of a restaurant in a Denver suburb, I’m back in that Chicago high-rise. The guy I’d just had the hottest night of my life with—the one who told me he was an investment banker—has framed pictures of himself in his apartment. But instead of a suit, Gavin Pope wears a Bears hat with the NFL commissioner’s arm draped over his shoulders.

“Ma’am?” The waiter’s voice startles me back to the present.

I shake the memories of the Chicago police officers staring at my tight dress, smudged mascara, and just-been-fucked hair as I ran out of the high-rise and focus on the picture frame in my hands. It’s not Gavin. Instead, it’s my boyfriend, both feet in the air, football locked tight in his outstretched arms.

“I’m fine. Thank you.” I hand him the frame, and then I’m running again. I don’t stop until I’m sitting in my car. But once I’m inside my Prius, the news hits me all over again.

Gavin Pope.


Like a tsunami, each memory of that night hits me like another wave. His eyes as he watched me undress. Crash. My tongue dancing against his. Crash. The way he took me to the edge of euphoria over and over and over again. Crash. Crash. Crash. I’m drowning with the sinking realization that all of my hard work to bury every panty-dropping, toe-curling memory of that night was for nothing.

Not only did fate decide it’d be fun to remind me of him, it threw him right smack-dab in the center of my life. I mean, it’s not like the quarterback holds the wide receivers’ careers in their hands or anything. How could this possibly go wrong?

I guess it depends on whether Gavin Pope even remembers who I am.

Chapter 2

Chris and I live in what I fondly refer to as the seventh circle of hell—oddly enough, that’s located in Denver.

We are both native Denverites; we met in high school, and somehow, Chris lucked out by being drafted by the Mustangs and never being traded. In the NFL, getting to play at all is odds defying. And staying on the same team for more than five seasons is a damn miracle.

With Chris’s awesome income, the money I get from my freelance design jobs, and no kids, we should be living the high life. Denver is the coolest city with the most eclectic, vibrant mix of people. But we don’t live in an industrial condo downtown or a historical bungalow in Washington Park.

No, no, no. Chris and I—just the two of us—live in eight thousand square feet of obnoxious marble and crystal covered extravagance in the gated community of all gated communities with all the other Mustang starters in #TheLandWhereHighSchoolNeverEnds.

I grew up middle class. Chris grew up loaded. His dad is still the most sought after plastic surgeon in Colorado—a common topic between the other wives and I. And to this day, I still have no idea who the hell Chris is trying to impress. I guess showing your daddy you’re a big boy includes ugly chandeliers and gold leafed wallpaper.

After hearing about Gavin’s arrival, I knew Chris was going to be upset. And because I’m such a wonderful girlfriend, I made him my world famous red velvet cake to help ease the pain. I absolutely did not make it in an effort to eat my own feelings. And the extra bowl of cream cheese frosting hidden in the back of the fridge isn’t for that either. Sweet decadent denial.

“Fuck Coach Jacobs!” Chris’s entrances tend to have a flair for theatrics, but he has outdone himself this time. His deep voice echoes off the gallery art–lined walls. His heavy feet against the white marble causes them to rattle. But the crowning glory on this manly display of fury is the way he launches his workout bag across the kitchen the moment he sees me. Almost as if in slow motion, I watch his Nike bag soar over the island into my favorite teal cake stand holding my beautiful, iced to perfection, world famous red velvet cake. Both fall to the floor with a frosting-padded thud.

“What the hell, Chris?” I walk over and start picking out cream cheese covered ceramic. I’m contemplating whether or not to still eat the parts of the cake that didn’t directly touch the floor when Chris starts yelling again.

“Are you really more worried about a fucking cake than me right now?”

Well . . . yes.

“Of course not. It’s just a mess, and I don’t want either of us to cut our feet.” Lies.

Bye, cake. I’ll miss you.

I stand up to look at him and when I do, I realize leaving the cake for later is for the best. Chris’s normally mocha complexion has a cherry hue to it, and his full lips are pulled into a thin, straight line. If I didn’t know him better, I’d think he’s about to cry. “Holy shit. Are you okay?”

“No, I’m not fucking okay! That piece of shit Jacobs brought in another quarterback. Fucking Gavin Pope. Even the guy’s fuckin’ name is pretentious.” His eyes are focused on the coffered ceiling and his hands never stop roaming his not-quite-bald head.

In all my time knowing him, I’ve never seen him so worked up over football.

“Kevin and I were solid. I was his receiver. With him throwing me the ball, this was going to be my biggest contract year yet. And that rat, son of a bitch, knew it. He doesn’t want to fuckin’ pay me, and he thought bringing in some pretty boy was going to stop me. Fuck that. He’s got another thing coming.”

“I thought Pope was supposed to be good?” Not like I’d know, or that I’ve looked up his stats once a week, every week for the last four years or anything.

“It’s not about him being fucking good, Marlee!” His attention snaps toward me. It seems he didn’t appreciate that little tidbit. “Do you listen when I talk to you?”

“First of all, yes, I do listen. Second, check yourself. I get you’re pissed and taking it out on Nike bags and innocent, baked-with-love cakes, but you will not take it out on me. I’m not Jacobs, I didn’t make this trade. I want to help you, but not if you’re acting like I’m the enemy here.” #99ProblemsButChrisAintOne

“Fuck. I’m sorry,” Chris says. He looks properly chastised, and resisting the urge to dust the dirt off my shoulder is almost too much for me to handle. “This was going to be our year, baby. I was going to be the number one receiver in the league; we were going to fly to Hawaii so I could play in the all-star game. I was going to get the franchise tag and the contract we’ve always dreamed of so we could start our family the right way—on top. Now Jacobs is putting it all at risk.”

I hate the way the dormant butterflies always take flight the second Chris mentions starting a family. If he was waiting for money, he could have proposed six years ago. But instead, every year passed without an engagement and another item added to his pre-marriage bucket list. But at last, Chris is nearing the end of his list. Plus, a few weeks ago, one of my rings went missing, and when I asked him about it, he got all jittery and nervous. I’ve wanted to be Mrs. Chris Alexander since I was sixteen and now, nearly eleven years later, the time is almost here.

“What can I do? There has to be something we can do to keep you in your number one spot.” Stepping over the long forgotten mess on the floor, I make my way around the kitchen island (or, more accurately, the kitchen continent) to Chris and wrap my arms around him. I’ve always loved how when I hug him, my head rests right above his heart.

“There is something you could do. I invited the wide receivers over next Tuesday. It’d be great if you make dinner.”

“Of course. Should I make Nonna’s lasagna? Is TK coming? He loved it last time.” Between the circles he’s drawing on my back and the rhythmic thumping of his heart beneath my ear, I’m at a serious risk of falling asleep in this kitchen.

“Sure, but make double because I invited Kevin and Gavin too.”

I pull back from Chris so quickly, you would’ve thought he told me Jeffery Dahmer was coming for dinner. Even though . . . Gavin has eaten me before.


Don’t go there now, Marlee!

“Gavin? Why would you invite him? Weren’t you just complaining because he’s on the team?” I try to cover my reaction with confusion. The last thing I need is for Chris to catch a whiff of what Gavin’s name does to me.

“I don’t want him on the team, but he’s here and the best thing I can do now is try to butter him up. Feed him some food, play some poker, try to bond with the guy. I need him to want to throw to me. So can you do it?”

I can’t.

I cannot cook dinner for Gavin Pope in the home I share with Chris. Granted, my one night with him happened during the break Chris wanted . . . okay, he’d pretty much dumped me, but still. Aren’t there rules about this kind of thing?

“I have a few projects, but their deadlines aren’t for a couple of weeks. I’d love to do this for you. I gotta do my part to support Team Alexander.”

“That’s why I love you—you always put the team first.” His lips crash into mine and when he pulls away, the anger he walked in with is nowhere to be found. Chris’s smile is so bright, the contrast between his brown skin and freakishly white teeth nearly causes me to squint.

“You know me—they don’t call me Marlee ‘Team Player’ Harper for no reason.” And if they knew what Gavin and I did, they’d be calling me that for a whole lot of other reasons. “Speaking of, I gotta feed my man. Do you want me to make you a plate?”

“No thanks, babe. I’m gonna head back to the facility. I left early because I was pissed about Pope, but since you calmed me down, I’m gonna finish watching film. First regular season game’s this weekend. I have to be ready now more than ever. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Nope. Go do your superstar prep. I’ll clean up here and knock out some work.” I roll onto my tippy toes and kiss his chin at the same time my palm stings from slapping his ass.

“I’m not sure how long this will take, so don’t wait up.”

Fine with me. I have an entire Tupperware filled with cream cheese frosting, an unopened bottle of wine, and unwelcome feelings to avoid.

“Okay, but try not to burn yourself out too early in the week,” I call to his back as he’s walking out of the kitchen.

“Always looking out for me. Bye, babe!” I barely hear the words before the rattling of the art alerts me he’s gone, and the only sounds left are the alarms bells in my head.

Holy shit.

I’m going to see Gavin Pope again.


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Intercepted 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 14 reviews.
Anonymous 18 hours ago
I like that the characters who were not the villains had common sense.
Lisa_Loves_Literature More than 1 year ago
This is a book that a my new bestie romance reader buddy at the bookstore where I work recommended. Once I picked it up, I totally was hooked and knew what the fuss was about it. I really enjoyed this look at the wives and girlfriends of professional football players and how they all interacted. Knowing that the author has personal experience with this made it that much better! I only had one issue and that was when she got upset with Gavin for him getting on someone who had insulted her in front of him, and she was mad because she was going to fight her own battles and didn't need him. That has nothing to do with someone fighting your battle, it has to do with standing up for someone you care about. Anyway, can't wait to read the next book. We'll see when I get the money and time!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I read this book because I am a huge fan of Power, and when I read that 50 Cent was turning this book into a series I wanted to read it. I knew nothing about this book or Alexa Martin, but I was pleasantly surprised that I enjoyed it because I am normally not into romance novels. I enjoyed getting to know the characters, but for the life of me I could never remember the name of the main character. I’m not sure what that means..... Unfortunately for me, the ending felt rushed. That’s why I gave this book 4 stars instead of 5. Maybe I just wasn’t ready to put the book down. However, I love the Colorado references. I totally got all of them ?.
lenorewastaken More than 1 year ago
4 stars — This one had me all kinds of entertained, but was balanced by some actions that confused me. Maybe it’s even a 3.5 stars, but whatever, I’m going to stick to my gut. I will admit, I had a love-confused relationship with Marlee. She would make me LAUGH AND LAUGH at her antics, and I would just want to high five her all over the place sometimes with the way she would stand up for herself or the smart-ass things she would say. I loved how forthright she was, and how valiantly she pursued her career and her goals. But she was also a much more…aggressive? heroine, and I had a harder time connecting with that. I wasn’t always that big on the way she was over the top competitive, or how occasionally her taunts felt a little juvenile and more fitting for the reality shows she liked to watch (which, since I’m not a fan of those, it makes sense that wasn’t my favourite aspect of her personality). I think I also had a hard time at the beginning of the story understanding why she was with Chris for so long. He truly treated her horribly, and while we get some explanation, it wasn’t enough for me to make it fit with the Marlee that we know for the rest of the book. And while I got in general where she was coming from wrt her relationship with Gavin, it took me a while to get there and get behind her decisions. I initially found her harder to sympathize with…or rather I was torn, b/c part of me did and part of me didn’t. Which probably doesn’t make sense, but when do I ever make sense? Gavin for the most part was awesome. He was sweet, persistent, fun, kind, just the opposite of the stereotype of a NFL player that we’re usually presented with. But damn was he oblivious sometimes, especially at the end. It made me wonder if he knew Marlee at all, and honestly it didn’t fit with what I’d come to know of him up to that point… I appreciated the way the end played out, because it was the right decision for them, and it made me have more faith in their relationship, though I will admit I still wanted something more out of Gavin. Their chemistry was pretty awesome. I actually loved the way they connected on a friendship level the most, they really meshed well on an everyday level. In general, the secondary characters were pretty great I especially LOVED Marlee’s friendship with Naomi and Brynn. I was a bit bummed that most of the other WAGs were fairly villainous. For some reason I’d like to believe there would have been a few more good ones in there… I like this author’s voice in general, she’s pretty freaking funny…but there are moments of disconnect for me as well. It’s *really* hard to articulate what is missing for me though, but there is something preventing me from full on fangirling. Nevertheless, I’m looking forward to TK’s book!
mdemanatee More than 1 year ago
Sports romances aren't usually my go-to, but I am so glad I picked this one up. It had character development, it was sexy, and it also explored a variety of relationships outside of the main couple. I was incredibly emotionally invested in this one. Some of the conflict at the end seemed a little rushed, but overall this a very solid, and I will definitely be picking up the next book in this series.
voraciousreaderKB More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed Alexa Martin’s book INTERCEPTED. I connected with the characters and loved their interactions and their chemistry. This is a refreshing, lighthearted story told from Marlee’s hilarious, irreverent perspective. Life is never boring in Marlee’s life. She speaks her mind and it usually gets her into trouble but that never bothers her. I admired Marlee and her optimistic attitude. She is colorful, unique and unforgettable. I enjoyed knowing all of Marlee’s inner thoughts and musings. They had me laughing out loud. Marlee finds herself once again falling for an NFL player and after her last relationship ended badly, she is hesitant to open her heart to Gavin. The story chronicles the ups and downs of dating a famous football player. Yes there is the money, parties and VIP treatment, but there is also interfering fans, catty players wives, the media and always coming in second after football. Gavin is wonderful and he stole my heart along with Marlee’s. He is honest with her and his feelings never waver. He is sweet and is not afraid to share his feelings with Marlee. Gavin does make some mistakes along with way, but I found it easy to forgive him. I enjoyed this entertaining book and highly recommend it, especially if you like hot, sweet and protective football players.
Book_Sniffers_Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Intercepted is a cute, quick read about a second chance romance. You see, when Marlee finds out that her long time boyfriend of ten years is cheating on her, the last thing she expects is to fall in love with yet another football player. She’s spent 10 years of her life on Chris and she’s not about to lose herself within another superstar athlete. However, many many moons ago, Marlee had a one-night-stand with a man who turns out to be the new quarterback for her home team. Not only does he remember her, but he’s also witness to her disastrous breakup with her boyfriend. Gavin is everything her ex isn’t and pretty soon she finds herself letting him in. Except, not everyone is as receptive to Marlee and Gavin. After all, she did go from dating the receiver to dating the star quarterback. These two definitely have some obstacles to overcome if they are to get their happily ever after. The story is told in Marlee’s POV and we are witness to everything that goes on in her head. Which made me wonder why she stayed with Chris as long as she did. I mean, she knew he treated her like a servant. Always having her cook, clean, given commands over an intercom, and she knew about his previous affairs. Yet she still stayed with him. So when Gavin comes around, she may be hesitant to give him a chance, but she immediately recognizes him and has a hard time thinking about anything else other than how hot he is. She even admits to thinking about their one night together after all these years. With that being said, I never really felt like I fully grasped their deep connection. So, I was a little reserved when I realized this was an insta-love type of romance. I wish we could have maybe had a chapter or epilogue that reflected their one night together so that I could see what connection they made. Apparently it was a pretty powerful one for them to both think about it after all these years. I guess I would have liked to see more of Gavin as Gavin. Sure Marlee goes to his games, but I never felt like I understood him as a person. He was always just with Marlee every second of the day. It didn’t seem like the guy had any hobbies or friends. I get that with the book being in Marlee’s POV, you aren’t going to get one on one time with him, but I would have liked to have seen a bit more of his personality shine through. Intercepted was a quick, light read about a NFL girlfriend. I really liked that the author used her inside knowledge on the story. The fact that she was a NFL wife made me feel like I was getting some sort of insight into it all. Maybe she dealt with some catty rich bitches. Maybe she was witness to some cheating scum playing his girl friend behind her back. Who knows. However, I really liked the idea that she had a front row seat to it all and experienced it in real life. While I did find some of the drama to be a bit overboard, I still found the story to be entertaining. I would have liked more connection with Gavin, but I still thought he was a sweet guy and seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. This was a great debut novel and I look forward to reading Fumbled. I just really hope that the hashtags are toned down for it.
sweetpotato101 More than 1 year ago
Intercepted by Alexa Martin had a lot of buzz, and I was excited to dig in. Marlee is an absolute gem of a character! This is her story, by and far, and that's what made it such a home run for me. She's dating an NFL player when another player she had a one-night stand with a while ago comes back into her life. What's a girl to do? There's so much humor, and the characters are so dynamic and just come right to life. I had fun reading this one and cheering Marlee on. This was a spectacular debut, and I'm ready for more from Alexa Martin. 4 stars!
book_junkee More than 1 year ago
I loved this synopsis so I was able to overlook the cartoon-y cover and dive in. I really liked Marlee and Gavin. Her inner monologue is hilarious {excluding the excessive use of hashtags because that was annoying af} and he was so genuine. I enjoyed their banter and the seemingly normal {under the circumstances} growth of their relationship. Plot wise, it moved decently. There are a few rough patches that revolved around her wanting to stand up for herself and him taking over. As well as a few scenes of miscommunication and push and pull. That all makes it sound angsty, but it really was a lot of fluff. The conflict doesn’t last too long. Overall, it was a quick and fun read. I really enjoyed this group of characters and loved the epilogue. FYI: there are several scenes of gross douchbaggery from men: including verbal abuse, Marlee getting attacked and punched, and groping. **Huge thanks to Berkley Books for providing the arc free of charge**
BoundlessBookaholic More than 1 year ago
This was good overall. I'm giving it 3.5 out of 5 stars. This review is for an ARC, and reflects my honest opinion. I love sports romances, so this one sounded right up my alley. It has gotten some mixed reviews, so I wasn't sure where I'd fall in the spectrum. I would say I'm firmly in the middle. I didn't love it like I wanted to, but I definitely didn't hate it either. I liked Marlee for the most part, although she drove me a little bonkers sometimes. Gavin was the same story; he seemed like a good guy, but there were just some things I didn't like about his personality. As for secondary characters, I liked TK and Brynn quite a bit. I think I would have liked Dre if I'd gotten to know him more. Naomi was okay. Some characters were jerks (to put it politely). One issue I had with the book, and a reason I couldn't rate it higher, were that characters disappeared from existence for quite a while, and then reappeared when it was convenient for the plot. Or they only reappeared in short snippets, when I thought they should have a bigger part during the last half or so of the book. The ending was cute though, and it made me excited when I saw the second book's summary and cover was out already. Can't wait to read the next book!
Momma_Becky More than 1 year ago
Intercepted is witty, fast-paced, and fun. At least in the beginning. I really liked Marley with her sass and attitude, and Gavin is like someone cloned all the perfect boyfriend qualities into one and came up with him. A bit too perfect, yes, but it's impossible not to love him. However, my high opinion of this one waned a bit with the second half of the book. The many hashtags that seemed amusing in the beginning grew tedious, and the little dramas just kept going on and on. When I say little dramas, I mean exactly that. Something would happen, Gavin would step up and save the day, and all would be sunshine and roses again, repeatedly. We do get a bigger bit of angst toward the end, but Marley's epiphany and resulting need to find who I am soul search could've come so much sooner. Plus the thing that brings it all on is so completely out of character for Gavin that it was all a little bit of a let down for me. That said, I did enjoy the author's wit, minus all the hashtags, and really liked the first half of this book. It is well worth the read and I'll be interested to see how the author's writing grows with future books.
ReadingFrenzyBookBlog More than 1 year ago
Color me impressed! Alexa Martin scores a touchdown in her debut novel, Intercepted, an entertaining sports romance centered around a fierce heroine. I fell in love with Marlee! I loved her snarkiness, wit, integrity, and strength. I appreciated how she fully recognizes shortcomings. I got a kick out of all the humorous hashtags peppered throughout the story that Marlee makes up to describe her life. Gavin is the dreamy new hotshot NFL Quarterback. He always has Marlee’s back and is pretty much perfect. There’s some irritatingly clueless behavior on his part, but I certainly wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers. I would normally say the drama is unnecessary; however, in this case it allows the characters to grow so it gets a pass from me. The catty members of the WAGS club—Wives and Girlfriend (no “s” at the end as Marlee is made all too aware) of the football players—are a huge source of humor. Marlee’s take no prisoners attitude creates a fun battle of wits with the leader of the group. Marlee’s douche of an ex gives the reader even more reason to be #TeamMarlee. If you take the colorful characters and add swoonworthy romance, football, and plenty of lighthearted humor, you have a delightful story that is a quick read. I’m so glad I took a chance on this author. I will definitely be reading more of her work.
Katie__B More than 1 year ago
Don't you just hate it when you are dating a professional football player and then a guy you had a one-night stand years ago joins the team? Totally awkward. This was a fun sports romance with a main character, Marlee, who was easy to like. Humor was used well throughout the book although I thought hashtags were used a few too many times. I preferred the first half of the book over the second as it felt like the story was being dragged on just for drama's sake. I liked Gavin but at times he felt a little too simple and one-dimensional. Overall this is a decent read if you are looking for something light and easy. Thank you to First to Read for the opportunity to read an advance digital copy! I was under no obligation to post a review and all views expressed are my honest opinion.
AmyBosica More than 1 year ago
I’m just going to make this review short and sweet. Intercepted is the debut novel from author Alexa Martin and I gotta tell you, when I first heard about this book, I couldn’t get over all the buzz over it. I knew I had to take a look at it. I had to read the synopsis. I had to get my hands on this book. And for me, this book was totally worth the wait. It is a great debut novel. The story was fun and engaging. I found it to be refreshing and loved this author’s take on a sports romance. I loved that it wasn’t your typical sports romance, but that it gave you a more behind the scenes look at things. Intercepted is a fast paced read with terrific flow. The characters hooked me right away and kept me on my toes. From laughs to drama to romance and great chemistry, this book had it all. Intercepted is a great read to spend the day getting lost in. It’s fun. It’s easy. And it will leave you with a smile on your face. For me, Intercepted was worth all the hype and has me really excited to see what fun stories this author has in store for us next.