Review: HOT STUFF by Kim Karr

hot stuff

Hot Stuff by Kim Karr
Genre: sports romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: September 27, 2017
Rating: ★★★★✰


Lucas Carrington wanted to be drafted into the NFL, he just didn’t want to be picked by the Chicago Bear, but soon after the draft he changes how he feels especially when he meets Gillian, one of the athletic trainer interns.

Gillian Whitney has grown up around footfall, so none of the players have ever caught her eye, until the new quarterback Lucas shows up. Oh, did I mention that her father is the head coach for the Chicago Bears, you know, the same bears Lucas plays for.

Ah, I love a good forbidden romance and this one was all kinds of forbidden! So of course I was rooting for them from the very beginning.

I found this story to be sexy, sweet, with a bit of heartbreak along the way. I very much enjoyed this book!

4.5 TOUCHDOWN Stars!

~Alison


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Synopsis:
Get ready to fall in love with this new standalone sports romance from New York Times bestselling author Kim Karr.

He’s the newly drafted quarterback.
Hot. Arrogant. Too sexy for words.
Ready to score.

I’m an athletic intern, and the coach’s daughter.
Driven. Determined. Prepared to conquer the world.
Completely off-limits.

The NFL is full of rules. Rules I’ve never broken. Never challenged. Never even scratched–until the day Lucas Carrington crashes into my life with his hard body and I-don’t-give-a-f*ck attitude.

After I almost injure my father’s star player, I volunteer to make sure he’s in top shape. At first, it’s hell. I don’t like his cockiness, his easy smile. Don’t like the way he oozes sex. Or how his penetrating eyes follow me everywhere.

That doesn’t stop me from wanting him.  He’s meant to be a distraction–something to occupy my mind for these precious few remaining hot summer nights before I’m forced to leave football behind forever.

I know what we’re doing will lead nowhere good. I know we’re crossing the line. And I know my father will never understand.

None of that matters.

But maybe it should.

Rules aren’t meant to be broken.

Or are they?

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