Release Day Blitz ~ Hard Luck ~ by ~ Liv Morris

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From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes a sexy standalone romcom where cocky chases sassy around the bases.

 

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Blurb

 

Meet Brady Luck…

 

Slugger. Hot shot. MVP.

I’ve been called it all.

I was the real deal, baby.

The diamond was my battlefield.

Women were the victory celebration.

My “Lucky” streak was a given.

On and off the field.

 

Then I slept with the wrong woman,

And she cursed me.

Literally.

Turned my game upside-down,

In the ballpark…and bedroom.

Now my team is paying the price.

 

My last hope is Cali Jones,

A smart and sexy physician assistant.

Her Midas touch may fix my swing,

Repair my equipment.

But will it be enough to cure my hard luck?

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Excerpt #1

 

“Come on, Cali, baby.” Oh great, here comes the sweet talk. “Just a quickie. No one will notice.”

 

He places a finger under my chin and I look up at him. Blue eyes twinkling, blond hair a sexy mess, a deadly smirk on a killer jawline—yeah, I’m shit at saying no to that.

 

“Okay,” I agree, but hold up three fingers. “You have three minutes.”

 

“Two,” he starts to undo his belt and the bulge at his crotch tells me two minutes might be enough. “Take off your panties, but leave everything else on.”

 

“I can’t believe we are doing this. Fucking in the Lincoln Bedroom is probably against the law or something.” I pull down my panties and Brady stuffs them in his pocket.

 

“I’ll give them back later. Now, get on the bed,” he says while whipping out his nine inches, and I grin knowing they are all mine.

 

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Excerpt #2

 

“What do you want?” I breathe.

 

“I want you in my bed,” Brady murmurs back, as his fingers trail along my cheek, then he pulls the covers off me with a snap of his wrist.

 

“Brady, what are you doing?” I bring one hand up to my chest.

 

“Taking you to my bed,” he growls while lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder Viking-style. “I hope you’re ready to be fucked senseless,” he says as we walk out of my bedroom and down the hallway toward his suite.

 

“Yes,” I say while exhaling. He’s taken my breath away and I can hardly speak.

 

“Good,” he responds on a growl, “because I plan on keeping you up all night.”

 

I close my eyes at the thought of opening myself up to him—all those glorious nine inches. I can’t wait.

 

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Excerpt #3

 

I toss my bag onto the back floorboard and climb in after it. The second I’m in the car, an arm grabs me and pulls me to the backseat.

 

“What the fuck?” I gasp, and look up to see Brady holding on to me.

 

“Hey, baby,” he says, pulling me into his lap, which I end up straddling. And as usual, he’s as hard as a rock.

 

“You planned this, didn’t you?” I kiss the smile off his face knowing this was his idea to get me alone before the game.

 

“I wanted a quickie on the way to the studio. The limo is closed off and Stuart is none the wiser.”

 

“Problem is, Stuart is too wise. He’ll know you’re fucking me.” I continue to kiss his jawline and begin to take off his belt buckle. “We better hurry.”

 

“Fuck yeah,” he whistles as he pulls my dress down to reveal a shear lace strapless bra. He pulls my breasts out of each cup and sucks a nipple into his eager mouth.

 

“Turn up the radio. You know how I love to scream.” I think Brady’s nine inches has flipped my nympho switch. I’ve never come on dick alone until him.

 

I ease off Brady’s lap and take his cock into my mouth. We only have a few minutes before we arrive at the studio and I can’t disappoint my favorite appendage.

 

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USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she’s planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing.

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Cover Reveal ~ Hard Luck ~ by ~ Liv Morris

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From USA Today Bestselling author Liv Morris comes a sexy standalone romcom where cocky chases sassy around the bases.

 

Hard Luck releases on July 10th!

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Blurb

Meet Brady Luck…

 

Slugger. Hot shot. MVP.

I’ve been called it all.

I was the real deal, baby.

The diamond was my battlefield.

Women were the victory celebration.

My “Lucky” streak was a given.

On and off the field.

 

Then I slept with the wrong woman,

And she cursed me.

Literally.

Turned my game upside-down,

In the ballpark…and bedroom.

Now my team is paying the price.

 

My last hope is Cali Jones,

A smart and sexy physician assistant.

Her Midas touch may fix my swing,

Repair my equipment.

But will it be enough to cure my hard luck?

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Excerpt

“Would it scare you if I said I was kidnapping you?” I grip the door of the cab and glanced up at the driver. He has an amused smile on his face. I’m sure he knows who shares the backseat with me. Brady is the golden boy of this city. He owns the title with every home run he hits, both on and off the baseball field. Plus, his good looks are hard to forget. God knows I’ve tried.

Two weeks ago, if I had this same conversation with Brady, I would’ve been demanding him to take me back to his lair for a lap or two around the bases, but I met him while wearing scrubs and examining his fine body with latex-gloved hands. I can’t remove my professional hat no matter how bad he makes me want to remove my clothes.

“You owe me an explanation,” I say, choosing to ignore the kidnap comment altogether. It plays straight into a dirty fantasy of being at his mercy and the last thing I need is more fantasies.

“I’m taking you to my coach’s apartment a few blocks from here,” he replies, his tone nonchalant, like kidnapping a woman is normal.

“Does he need medical help too?” I ask, my confusion clear in my tone. Why would he take me to his coach’s place?

“Are you kidding?” Brady appears stunned by my question. I answer him with a shake of my head. “He wants to talk to you about me.”

“Your coach knows me? What’s really going on here? You’ve shown up everywhere I’ve been like you’re stalking me.” Brady shifts his eyes away from me and lowers his head. “Wait! You have been, haven’t you?” I demand.

“Maybe. But I have a very good reason.” He looks up with his crystal blue eyes. They twinkle at me even through the dim streetlights, as I lose myself within them.

I have stupid girl thoughts that he’s fallen madly in love with me during our brief encounters, especially the one in the exam room. I glance down at his crotch in memory and swallow at the thought of all those inches, even if he would be next to impossible to fit into my mouth.

“I’m waiting for a good answer.” I lock my eyes on his perfect face with lips I want to kiss. Why does he have to be so hot?

“It’s complicated,” he says while running his long fingers through his glorious, thick hair.

How many times have I dreamt of having his head between my legs since he joined the team? I’ve lost count. I close my eyes. I am in deep shit here.

“It’s complicated on my end, too,” I reply back to his non-answer response, which frustrates the hell out of me. Sane people don’t kidnap people without an explanation. Then again sane people don’t kidnap people at all. Maybe the pressure of bringing home a trophy to Chicago’s rabid fans made him snap. “You’re my patient and I can’t cross the personal line with you.” No matter how hard I want to.

“I’ve severed all ties with your office. I’m no longer a patient at your practice.”

“Right? You’re cured now.” I peek down at the general area where his former issue was and then back up at his eyes.

“Let’s say I know who can cure my problem.”

“Who?” My voice is as quiet as a whisper, but from the intense look in his eyes, I know he heard me. I brace myself for his answer.

“You.”

“Well, shit!”   

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liv morris bio

USA Today bestselling author, Liv Morris, was raised in the Ozark Mountains of Missouri. She now resides on the rock known as St. Croix, USVI with her first and hopefully last husband. After relocating twelve times during his corporate career, she qualifies as a professional mover. Learning to bloom where she’s planted, Liv brings her moving and life experience to her writing.

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