No Rules. No Limits.
Party girl Tyler Gillette has just one rule: no football players. As the daughter of the owner of the San Antonio Hawks, she grew up in the shadow of the sport and her father’s enormous wealth. She was even named Tyler because he wanted a boy. Life couldn’t have drawn up a better play for turning her into a wild child—until that same life is threatened by someone from the past . . .
Former Hawks running back Rafe Ortiz has a few rules of his own. First, no weaknesses. Second, no babysitting spoiled football princesses. But his new career as a bodyguard means he’s responsible for protecting the beautiful Tyler Gillette from her mysterious stalker. But keeping his hands off her might be harder than keeping her safe . . .
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By Desiree Holt
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Tyler Gillette swirled the amber liquid in her cocktail glass and stared into it for a long moment before taking a slow sip. Savoring the bite of the alcohol, she looked around the bar. About her usual speed these days. Slightly seedy, but in the dark it carried an artificial veneer of polish. Small (but not exactly what she'd call cozy), with a long bar on one wall and the rest of the room filled with tables and chairs. A jukebox in one corner banged out tunes, but, thank the Lord, the volume on it was turned down. She'd had enough jukebox headaches in her life, and she wasn't in the mood for one tonight.
Of course she wasn't in the mood for much of anything tonight.
She caught the sudden cloying whiff of heavy aftershave seconds before someone slid onto the bar stool next to her.
"Is this seat taken?" His voice was raspy, like a smoker's.
Tyler turned her head and looked at the man who had moved next to her. Dark hair, curling at the ends, hung to the collar of his black polo shirt, framing a face dominated by a crooked nose and thin lips. Why did men always think it was sexy to wear black? Didn't they want a little color in their lives? She let her eyes skim over him and took in the muscular body just beginning to soften, maybe developing a little flab. Okay, so men did the black-makes-me-thinner thing, too.
"Well, is it?" he persisted, in what she was sure he thought was a sexy voice.
Tyler was tempted to just turn her back on him, toss down her drink, and get the hell out of there. But her persistent self-destructive streak made her look him up and down, curve her lips in a smile, and answer him in what she hoped was a seductive voice.
"It is now."
The answering smile he gave her was part ego and part I think I'm getting lucky tonight. He hitched his bar stool a little closer. "Great. Just great, babe."
Babe. Crap, she hated that little word. She'd heard it from too many lips and too many men just like this one. And far too many times, in places just like this.
"So." He trailed a finger down her bare arm. Her shiver had nothing to do with a sexual response and everything to do with revulsion for the touch. "I haven't seen you at Tequila Sunrise before. You here with anyone?"
"Just myself." She gave him a sly wink and took another sip of her drink. God, she had this routine down pat, every comment, every single body movement memorized like a long-running play she'd starred in. How could she even stand herself anymore?
"Well." He returned the wink. "Me, too. That's quite a coincidence, isn't it?" He drained the rest of the liquid in his rocks glass and nodded at her empty one. "How about a refill?"
"Sure. Why not?"
Why not indeed? Tequila Sunrise was just one more dingy bar in the many she'd spent time in over the past few years. One more stop on her downward spiral. She could hardly tell one from the other anymore, and that went for the men, too. But it seemed to be the only way her father ever realized she was alive, albeit to tear his hair out at her behavior.
The bartender cleared the empties and set up the refills. Tyler picked up her glass and waited until the guy touched his to hers before taking a sip.
"So," he asked, smacking his lips, "you got a name?"
"Marie." She always used her middle name. It offered a small amount of damage control and gave her a measure of anonymity. For herself, not for her father. It allowed her to separate the person she was from the things she did.
"Marie," he repeated. "Nice name." He waited for her to ask for his. When she didn't, he said it anyway. "I'm Dewey."
"Here's to ya, Dewey." She lifted her cocktail glass and took a healthy swallow. The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat and into her body, searing away her unhappiness.
"You live around here?" he asked.
Good Lord, were all his lines so stale?
"Sort of." She took another sip.
"You're sure a sexy little piece. I didn't think I'd see any action in here on a week night, but lucky me. Here you are."
Yes, lucky him.
"So, what do you do when you aren't hanging out in places like Tequila Sunrise?"
She shrugged. "This and that."
What did she do, anyway? Not a hell of a lot. She'd studied many things during her scattered college career but never pursued any of them. She'd thought about what she'd do if she completed her degree but — She took another sip of her drink, pushing those thoughts from her mind.
Glancing around, she noticed some of the people had left but others had wandered in to take their place. All of them looked as seedy and desperate as Dewey. When he coasted the tips of his fingers over her knee and tried to ease them beneath the hem of her skirt, she jerked, sloshing some of her drink on her dress. She grabbed cocktail napkins from a stack on the bar and blotted up the liquid. As she did, she brushed Dewey's thick fingers away, too.
"Awww, don't be like that." He tried to touch her again, but she swung her body at an angle away from him. "You got really soft skin. Nice skin." He leered at her. "I'll bet it's just as soft all over."
Again he made an attempt to ease his hand up the inside of her thigh. Tyler gave a forced laugh as she grasped him by the wrist, her stomach roiling at the contact.
"No touching in public." She made herself laugh again. "I have rules."
"That so?" He took a deep swallow of his drink. "Any other rules I should know about?"
"Yes. No personal questions."
"Uh-huh." He studied her. "You got something to hide?"
"Doesn't everyone?" She dug up a friendly look from somewhere. "I'll bet you do. Right?"
He shrugged. "Maybe, but nothing all that interesting." He shifted on his bar stool in an attempt to lean closer again. "I'd rather talk about you."
She hated to think how many men like Dewey she'd been in this same situation with over the years. It was a game; one she played far too often. Tease but don't give in. They can look but don't touch. Don't get too close unless she was desperate. Thank God she hadn't been that desperate in a long time.
By the third drink, she was getting sloppy and Dewey was getting more aggressive. She needed to pull herself together because she had no intention of letting Dewey and his ego get any more private with her than the seats on the two bar stools.
Nor did she plan to leave with him or anyone else. She knew the prevailing assumption was she slept with anything that had a dick but they were so wrong. Oh, sure, she'd had a few lovers, but not nearly as many as people thought, and not for a long time. It was an act she'd perfected so no one could see who was beneath that slutty armor.
She'd begun to realize lately, though, that the slutty armor pinched. That even as a disguise, it didn't seem to fit her anymore. She wasn't comfortable with herself and that disturbed her. Had she gone so far over the edge she'd lost the core of Tyler?
Unexpectedly, he stopped trying to paw her. "Hey, Chuck." He signaled to the bartender and pointed to the television mounted up in one corner behind the bar. "Turn that thing up, will you?"
"Aw, no one wants to hear that crap tonight," Chuck argued. "They got the jukebox going."
"I said turn up the fucking television," Dewey challenged. "That is if you expect any kind of tip tonight."
"Asshole," Chuck muttered.
Tyler wanted to agree with him, but the man threw down his bar towel and reached for the remote. When she looked up at the screen to see what was so important to the jerk next to her, she really didn't want it turned up. Behind the sportscaster was a huge rendering of the new logo of the San Antonio Hawks. Up in the corner was an inset of Kurt Gillette's photo. Her beloved father.
"... still pouring in," the man was saying. "The public is still divided almost equally on whether they want the team to remain the Bisons or keep the new name, the San Antonio Hawks."
The female reporter laughed. "Like it or not, Kurt Gillette won't be changing it back. Since the big switch, with a new logo, new colors, and new uniforms, the team has rebounded from the slump it's been in since the loss of star quarterback Tate Manning."
"Gillette says they'll get used to it as the team keeps racking up wins. You have to admire the man for taking such a bold step, but it seems to be working."
God! It seemed no matter where she went, Tyler couldn't get away from her father or his precious effing football team. As the television reporters continued to discuss the topic, nausea roiled up into her throat. She needed to get out of here. Fast. Get away from both Dewey and yet another news blast about the vaunted Kurt Gillette.
She slid from the bar stool and grabbed the thin strap of her purse. "Be right back," she said, slurring just a little.
"Hey, wait." He grabbed her upper arm with his thick fingers. "You're not gonna run out on me, are you? I got drinks invested in you, Marie."
She forced a smile. "Would I do that? I just need to head to the little girls' room for a minute."
She glanced pointedly at where he held onto her. With a frown, he released her, but took the moment to stroke his fingers the length of her arm. Tyler managed to keep from spitting in his face. After all, the whole thing was really her fault. If she hadn't been here in the first place, having her usual pity party —
She shook herself. "I'll be right back. Promise."
"You'd better be." The tone of his voice had an unpleasant cast to it. "If you take too long, I might have to come after you."
She lifted her eyebrows. "In the ladies' room?"
"Wherever." He grabbed her arm again. "I don't let my women run out on me. Not until I get my money's worth."
"Your women? Damn, Dewey, all we had was a couple of drinks."
"You gave me the come-on, sweetie. Don't try to deny it."
She yanked her arm away again and took a step back. Arguing with him would get her nowhere so she dug up a smile. "I told you. I'll be right back. You just order us another round of drinks."
As if he needed one. She managed to make it to the restroom although inside she was shaking. Usually she was a pretty good judge of the guys she met. If they got a little too aggressive, she could back off and they looked somewhere else. Apparently Dewey didn't fit into that category.
Inside the ladies' room, she took a good look at herself in the mirror. What a mess. The hair she'd arranged so artfully to fall just so to her shoulders looked as if she'd been combing it with her fingers. Okay, so she had. BFD. The black dress that she'd thought so sexy when she got dressed now looked like a cheap come-on. Her makeup, well, it didn't look too bad, but her vision wasn't quite as sharp as it had been early in the evening. All in all, she was bordering on a mess.
She was doing herself in. At this rate, she'd be dead before Kurt Gillette had a change of heart.
She had another little problem to deal with, too, one she hadn't told a single soul about. Mostly because she had no idea who to bring it to. She really hoped it would just go away.
Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.
Sighing, she took care of business, washed her hands, and pulled her cell phone from her purse. She'd taken a cab so she didn't have to worry about driving, but she needed an alternative now. She was pretty damn sure good old Dewey would put up a huge fuss if he saw her trying to get into a taxi. No, she needed a better solution to the mess she'd gotten herself into.
Taking out her cell, she dialed her friend, Betsy. She'd definitely come and bail her out. But all she got was Betsy's "Leave a message." She tried ten more numbers, people she felt comfortably asking to help her with this ugly situation, but she only got their voice mails.
Damn! Damn! Damn!
Did no one have their cell phones on tonight, when she desperately needed to reach someone?
Bam, bam, bam.
The heavy pounding on the door startled her.
"Hey, Buttercup. You comin' outta there tonight?" Dewey's voice was edged with anger, an anger no doubt fueled by his consumption of alcohol.
Holy crap. No way was she opening the door. Still, she couldn't spend the night in the ladies' room.
"Miss?" A strange man's voice. Oh, wait, it sounded like the bartender. "Miss, are you okay in there? You need to open the door."
Not for any amount of money. But she had to get herself out of this mess and away from a drunken Dewey.
She had one more number she could call. She referred to it in her mind as her when-the-sky-is-falling-and-no-one-else-is-around number. The number for a man she'd been lusting after for a long time, who was unfailingly polite to her whenever their paths crossed yet as much as possible avoided her. She had hoped she'd never have to use it, for a number of reasons. A woman didn't want to call the man she'd dreamed about for so very long to get her out of this kind of trouble, a mess of her own making. She didn't want to see the disgust and censure in his eyes. But the sky was definitely falling tonight and this number would reach the one person she knew would get her out of it swiftly and cleanly.
She'd probably have to pay for it by listening to a good lecture and beg him not to tell her father.
Swallowing her misgivings, she dialed the number with hands that trembled. No one knew she had his number, that she'd programmed it in just in case. This was definitely a just in case. She prayed that he wouldn't hang up on her. Surely he couldn't refuse a plea for help, right? After all, he worked for her father, so how could he say no?
* * *
"Okay, Ortiz, what do you think of the big name change for the Bisons?" Cal Hopewell looked at his poker hand, pulled out two cards, and threw them down on the table.
Rafe Ortiz studied his hand while he tried to form an appropriate answer. As the head of security for the San Antonio Hawks as well as Southern Bank Stadium, he had to be careful what he said, even in the company of his closest friends.
He slipped a single card free and tossed it down. "I'll take one," he told Andy Milliken, who was dealing, as he took his time putting his thoughts together. This wasn't the first time he'd been asked this question.
"The name change," Cal prompted.
"I think Kurt is a smart businessman who wants to inspire both his team and his fans. Whatever you might think of this, it's working."
"Yeah, but you played for the Bisons," Andy reminded him. "Don't you feel a disconnect to this new, so-called revitalized team?"
"Not at all. Some of the guys I played with are still on the active roster, and I want success for them. My relationship is to the team, whatever it's called."
"Well, whatever the circumstances," Cal said, "we're glad Gillette didn't forget about you. He gave you a nice cushy job when you decided to retire."
"Cushy?" Rafe laughed. "Did you say cushy? You come down to the stadium any Sunday and watch my staff wrestle drunks, sore losers, and bullies. Or corral some of the team members when they're loose in a new city. Then tell me it's cushy."
Not that he was complaining. He loved his job, more money than he'd ever use and a circle of friends he was comfortable with. Friends who didn't care about the celebrity status that still dogged him.
"Come on," Andy teased. "How hard can it be to herd all those groupies?"
The ringing of Rafe's cell phone broke into the conversation, saving him from having to answer. Because of his position with Lone Star Security, he kept the phone on twenty-four/seven. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the readout, expecting it to be one of the players or, worst case, Kurt, with a problem. When he saw who it was, he cursed silently.
Kurt's spoiled, pampered princess. The wild child of Texas.
And the woman he'd been secretly dreaming about for ten years.
Just what he needed.
He pressed the Talk button. "Ortiz."
"Um, Rafe?" Her voice was soft and a little unsteady.
His stomach clutched, nervous apprehension dancing up and down his spine. What trouble had Tyler gotten herself into now? And why was she calling him, of all people? She never called the security team, never had anything to do with the Hawks unless she was forced to. And certainly never with him. Whenever he'd run into her, he was very careful not to show any interest that could be misconstrued. It hadn't been just the reputation she seemed intent on building. No, it was actually the fact she was Kurt Gillette's daughter with a big out-of-bounds sign on her. Getting involved with the boss's daughter was a sure recipe for disaster.
So often he'd been struck with the feeling that her entire lifestyle was just one big masquerade. That beneath her outrageous exterior was a woman in a lot of pain, determined to tell the world to go to hell. But he wasn't about to get in the middle of whatever complicated relationship she and her father had. Nope, not at all.
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Tyler Gillette and Rafe Ortiz have been on each other's radar since he was drafted into her father football team the San Antonio Hawks when she was just 17 years old. Rafe was warned to stay away from the boss's daughter, and he did. He followed the high road, being a hard working, goal oriented player as well as having high moral standards and integrity, with his ethics never being compromised by scandal or shame. Even now the former NFL star running back, works for his beloved San Antonio Hawks as the chief of security. Rafe has rules that he lives by 1. No weaknesses. 2. No babysitting spoiled football princesses. Even one that he has been secretly attracted to since he was brought to the San Antonio Hawks over 13 years ago. Tyler Gillette has rules too. No football players. Being the daughter of the owner of The San Antonio Hawks, she has always felt like she lived in the football players shadows, being invisible when it came to getting any attention whether good or bad from her father. So to try to capture her father's attention Tyler has taken the low road earning a party girl reputation as well as a scandalous and wild reputation. She is known for drinking to much and being in the bars that are on the seedy side of town. But how much longer can Tyler keep up this wild side that is not really her. Well all it takes is one night, with a man that wants more than she is willing to give and she finds herself locked in a bathroom with no friends to come to rescue her, when she makes a phone call to Rafe Ortiz the only person that gets paid to not say no to her. But soon there are more concerns for Rafe to consider when Tyler start receiving threats from someone, and he has been given the job to keep her safe by her father. So what will happen behind closed doors when these two stop fighting their attraction to one another and succumb to the sizzling chemistry? Will Rafe be able to take the high road or will all roads lead to the bedroom? Will they catch who is behind the threats or will they get away, while Rafe is concentrating on Tyler? You will have to read to find out. Received a complimentary copy through NetGalley in exchange for a honest review.
Pass Interference is a sexy novel featuring a reforming bad girl and an alpha male. Tyler Gillette is the daughter of the owner of the NFL team Hawks. Her father neglected her as she was growing up and she rebelled by living a wild life. She is now trapped and is looking for an excuse to settle down. She has always had a crush on Rafe Ortiz, the head of security for her father's team, for years. Rafe is attracted to Tyler but never acts on it. When Tyler is targeted by a stalker, she turns to Rafe for help. Their spark ignites into a burning fire and a beautiful relationship is born. I enjoyed the book, but was expect a lot more sports. Be warned this is erotica and is strictly 18+. I was given a free copy for an honest review.
I finished this one yesterday and decided to think on it a bit before I wrote the review. There were parts I really liked, and there were parts that I had issues with and I was not really sure which of the reactions was stronger. After thinking, they are about equal because they are really both sides of the same issue. I liked the characters, but at the same time they frustrated me. I liked the chemistry, but it was too late in the book and after a lot of back and forth on the characters. I felt, rather ironically, that the resolution of the push and pull with them was oddly quick...yet at the same time, it took the whole book to get to it. I thought the "who" of the stalker situation was obvious enough that it would take a Jr. detective all of an hour to have a top suspect, but at the same time, watching how other people reacter to "both" Tylers was interesting. See what I mean? I am still not decided. ***ARC Provided by the Publisher and NetGalley***
No matter how hard she tries Tyler Gillette has never been able to separate herself from her father's shadow or the football team that he owns. She has never had to want for anything, her dad has always made sure of that, but what she would love more than anything was that instead of being showered with gifts, she actually have his time and attention. She has always felt that his precious football team came before her, and for that reason she has built up a resistance to the players, and made the decision to never get herself mixed up with one, since they represent to the very thing she has despised for so long. But now that she is being stalked, and harassed by an unknown man she must go against everything she has ever believed and put her safety into the hands of one of her father's precious players... and it just so happens to be the one who managed to sneak under her radar and capture her attention a few years ago. Rafe Ortiz has had a starring role in her fantasies for some time now, and the idea of putting her safety in his hands has her a little on edge... and running a little hot!! After putting his time in on the field and retiring from the game Rafe Ortiz decided to hang up his cleats, for job as head of security for the team he once played for, the San Antonio Hawks. When he learns that his bosses daughter has a stalker, and her life is in danger he goes against her wishes and notifies her father, and he immediately insists on providing her with a bodyguard. While Rafe agrees that a bodyguard is just what she needs, he doesn't agree that it should be him doing the guarding, but his boss insists, because he knows he can trust Rafe to keep her safe. Rafe has his reservations about spending so much time with the pampered princess, because the last time they were in close quarters together she made a move on him, and it was all he could do to resist her. Now he has to find a way to keep her safe, and keep his feelings for her in check... The minute I read the synopsis for this one I knew it was going to be a read that I could completely submerse myself into, and enjoy, and I have to stay my first instincts were spot on...barely a chapter into it and I was in deep, and loving every minute of it!! I was completely captivated by Rafe and Tyler's story... so much so, I sailed through this book in less than 24 hours! It was beautifully written, with a highly engaging story line, thrilling mystery that kept me guessing until the very end, and two very like-able characters with undeniable chemistry that warmed up the pages!! If you haven't read a book by this author and I HIGHLY recommend you give her books a try...they are certain to score a special place in your heart!! ARC requested through NetGalley, and kindly provided by Kensington Books - Lyrical Shine in exchange for a honest and unbiased review.
Tyler Gillette is a mess. She dates the wrong men, she drinks too much and lives off of her trust fund. Oh yes, she was born the wrong gender, her father wanted a son. She also hates football! Tyler is the only child of a wealthy widowed father, who ignored her throughout her life after her mother died. Even her out of control behavior didn’t faze her father. He is the owner of an NFL football team and has entrenched himself in his job. Tyler has tried everything to get her father’s attention and she is now in her early thirties and gets a huge wake-up call after an aggressive admirer and an unknown stalker wouldn’t take no for an answer. She calls her father’s head security to help bail her out of the situations. This man is none other than the man of her dreams and desires, retired football player, Rafe Ortiz. Rafe has always been a very controlled and disciplined man. That’s how he has succeeded in his professional and personal life. He doesn’t have the patience or time to babysit a trust fund princess. He despises the lifestyle that Tyler has led and he lets her know it. Tyler and Rafe have known each other casually for over 10 years and both have harbored desires for each other, but Rafe gave the impression he wasn’t interested. He kept his desires to himself. Until one night his passion for Tyler could not be ignored. This book deals second chances at living the life you have always wanted and the journey to get there through many trying times. This is a great read if you want a love story with a little drama and suspense thrown in.
This one still has me shaking my head. I have to admit I really enjoyed this book although the main female character drove me crazy. Tyler is reckless, wild, and honestly not very likeable. Rafe on the other hand is yummy perfection. Ex football player now head of security for the football team Tyler's father owns. These two have a very strained love/hate relationship but he knows he has to do whatever it takes to keep her safe when he finds out she has gotten herself into something more than she can handle. He doesn't approve of the life style she's living but getting her to change may not be so easy and until she changes her ways, trouble will always find her. While I mostly just wanted to give Tyler a good shake, I did enjoy watching the relationship between Rafe and Tyler develop into more than bodyguard/protectee. The chemistry between the characters was fantastic and you just know that at the heart of her Tyler is just a hurt woman acting out. This is a book I would recommend.