Block Shot by Kennedy Ryan (Hoops #2)
Block Shot by Kennedy Ryan (Hoops #2)
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๐ผ๐ฃ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ข๐๐๐จ-๐ฉ๐ค-๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ง๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐จ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ช๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ค๐๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐ค๐ง๐ก๐ ๐ค๐ ๐จ๐ฅ๐ค๐ง๐ฉ๐จ ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฉ.
๐๐๐๐ฎ'๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ . . .
๐๐๐ฅ๐๐
If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat...
The heart everyone assumes is frozen over.
Her anger is . . . arousing.
Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me . . . well, you know.
If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man.
I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it.
I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.โ
They say even rich men don't always get what they want,
but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing.
Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game?
She doesn't even know how to play.
๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฅ
If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, Iโd have exactly one dollar.
One night. One epic fail. One dollar . . . and I'm out.
I've moved on.
Iโve found success in a field ruled by men.
Anything they can do, I have done better.
They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.
And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?
Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats.
I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel.
Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real.
But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me.
๐๐๐๐ฎ'๐ง๐ ๐ฉ๐ฌ๐ค ๐จ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐๐๐จ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ . . .
๐๐๐ฅ๐๐
If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat...
The heart everyone assumes is frozen over.
Her anger is . . . arousing.
Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me . . . well, you know.
If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man.
I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it.
I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.โ
They say even rich men don't always get what they want,
but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing.
Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game?
She doesn't even know how to play.
๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ฅ
If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, Iโd have exactly one dollar.
One night. One epic fail. One dollar . . . and I'm out.
I've moved on.
Iโve found success in a field ruled by men.
Anything they can do, I have done better.
They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.
And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?
Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats.
I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel.
Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real.
But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me.
