It was meant to be the job opportunity of a life time.
It turned out to be so much more…
At the age of twenty five, Emma Lexington takes off to New York on a once in a life time twelve-month job exchange with the New York Warriors. Determined to make the most of the opportunity, she prepares herself for life in the big apple—fast paced, exciting and a whole lot of fun. What she hasn’t prepare for though, is meeting him.
The charming Will Jensen is in the prime of his playing career. As the star quarterback for the Warriors, his carefree, football centric life is thrown into disarray when he meets Emma, the beautiful, easy going Australian girl who joins the Warriors staff.
Unwilling to throw her professional reputation away on a fling with the playboy quarterback, Emma turns down Will’s advances, even though she can’t deny the attraction she feels for him. Their pull toward one another grows, but it takes a near disaster for Emma to finally give Will a chance.
Getting together might have been hard, but figuring out how to stay together will prove even more challenging as Emma must decide between conflicting loyalties.
Lexington and 42nd is a fun, sexy romance, set in the exciting world of the NFL in the fabulous city of New York.
He looked down at the ball and back at me. “It’s not going to pick itself up, you know.”
“Well maybe you should pick it up. You threw it, after all.” He snapped it up and took a step closer to me, pushing the ball into my stomach. “Yes. I did. And now it’s your turn.”
Not touching it, I shook my head. “No thanks, I’m good. I don’t think we need to keep up that charade anymore.”
“You mean to tell me you’re gonna break your promise to that little girl?”
“I like to think of it more as a white lie than a promise.”
He leaned in closer and shook his head. “Emma, you are not the woman I thought you were.”
“And what kind of woman was that?”
I stepped back, unable to cope with his nearness but before I could get anywhere, his hand wrapped around my arm, placing the ball firmly in mine. “Three tries, that’s all I’m asking.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine, but only three. I can already tell I’ll regret this.”
Will’s eyes lit up in delight. “Great. First things first…you need to get your grip right.” Taking my hand, he placed it over the ball, making sure my fingertips were sitting over the laces. He continued to rattle off instructions, but I found myself only half listening, content to watch his big hands sitting on top of mine.
“You ready to give it a try?” I looked up into his eyes, seeing that he was genuinely serious about wanting to teach me. It wasn’t a joke to him. The poor guy…I was going to be such a disappointment.
“Yep, let’s do this.” Feeling like an idiot, I stepped forward and threw the ball, watching it land a few pitiful meters away. Suitably humiliating, as expected. “Well, I think that just about does it for today. Same time next week?”
“Not so fast little lady, I’ve still got two more tries with you.” He swooped the ball up and came back to my side. Placing it back in my hand, he covered it with his own and drew my arm back behind me. “You need to work on your delivery. You should feel it right through your body, the power starting in your legs and moving through your core to give your arm momentum.” He wrapped an arm around my waist and planted a firm hand right across my stomach. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Take a step forward on your left foot.” I did and he followed, his body mimicking mine as he followed the path past my ear and extended my arm forward with his. I was literally enclosed by Will. My own personal Will Jensen-branded blanket. I should mass produce them—I bet they’d sell like hotcakes.
I could feel every hard edge of his honed-to-perfection body against mine and the heat that pulsed between his front and my back sent goose bumps shooting across my skin. My body said stay, my head shouted run and my heart was lost somewhere between the two. I was going to have to put a halt to these occurrences if I wanted to avoid an early-onset stroke.
His voice was low and soft when he spoke. “Do you see what I mean?”
“Yeah, I see.” I could feel his eyes on me, his face only inches from mine. I willed myself not to look, afraid of what I would find.
We locked eyes and I felt his arm around my waist tighten ever so slightly. His eyes moved down to my lips, his own parting slightly as his breath shallowed and I was sure this was it, my defences no longer able to say no to this perfect man. I was petrified of his kiss, yet desperate for it at the same time. He looked back into my eyes and must have seen both the fear and longing there. Drawing in a sharp breath, he gently pulled away, giving me a small smile.
“Okay, give it another try.” His arm around my waist came away and the next thing I knew, his hand landed on my backside with a firm slap.
“Whoa! Did you really just go there?”
“Just giving you the full on-field treatment, Bambi.”
And then he winked.
Kim Carmody lives in Australia with her husband, in a sunny little part of Melbourne that she never wants to leave. Except for frequent trips to New York, she is happy to leave at least once a year for those.
She holds a Masters in Commerce Marketing and while she spent her younger years training to become a professional dancer, she somehow ended up working in the sports industry, where she met her now husband. Never a participant or spectator of sport growing up (she was too busy flitting around in a tutu), she has grown to appreciate, if not love many sports and eventually found herself writing about them too.
As an avid book lover from the moment she was introduced to The Babysitters Club as a seven year-old, Kim never expected to be able to call herself an author, but is beyond excited that she now can.
Lexington and 42nd is her first novel.
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