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I can't wait for this release! If you read the anthology Team Player 2 then you got a glimpse of Lance! Here's an excerpt!!



โ€œIโ€™ve missed you, you know? More than you can imagine.โ€

โ€œCanโ€™t imagine it at all,โ€ he says, picking through a book heโ€™s not reading.

โ€œCan I help you two?โ€ One of the store sales associates asks, and I shake my head and

smile. When she takes her leave, I look over to Lance who stands fuming on the other

side of a table filled with loose items. Weโ€™re in a mismatch shop full of mostly cheap

junk, and I canโ€™t imagine him finding anything for his mother here.

โ€œLance, I have missed you. Horribly.โ€

โ€œCould have fooled me.โ€

I can only take so much. Irritated, I lift a designer coffee mug from the table.

โ€œYou like this for your mom?โ€


โ€œHow about this?โ€

โ€œNope.โ€ Heโ€™s not even looking at whatโ€™s in my hands.

โ€œYou sure? Itโ€™s a hide purse. Cute for a rancherโ€™s wife, donโ€™t you think?โ€ This gets his

attention, and stormy eyes lift to mine.

โ€œWould you buy that for you?โ€

I look it over and shake my head. โ€œNot really my style.โ€

โ€œBet itโ€™s not.โ€

I can feel my ears reddening. Fuming, I eye a box on the shelf, snatch it and shove it

into his chest. โ€œHow about this giant fucking purple dildo and matching anal plug!?

Think mom will like that?โ€

He looks up completely unaffected, โ€œNope.โ€

โ€œI donโ€™t think weโ€™re in the right place,โ€ Tossing the box down, I stalk out of the

cluttered shop and into the department store next to it. Heโ€™s hot on my heels.

โ€œGot that fucking right.โ€

I turn back to see heโ€™s spoiling for a fight and release a stressed breath. Fighting with

him is the last thing I want to do. โ€œLook, lets, just...โ€ I search around and pull a

sweater from the closest rack. โ€œHow about this? Simple, elegant.โ€

โ€œYou think Momโ€™s simple, huh? Iโ€™ll give her your regards.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s it.โ€ I hook the sweater back on to the rack and close the space between us,

forcing his eyes to mine. โ€œGod, youโ€™re still a brute, arenโ€™t you? You havenโ€™t changed a

bit. Still pig-headed as hell.โ€

โ€œPig-headed?โ€ He opens his mouth in mock shock and covers his chest with his hand.

โ€œHow dare you.โ€

Iโ€™m in between fight or flight, but Iโ€™ve been dodging this long enough. My heart canโ€™t

take more confrontation. I missed him too much. His eyes flare with satisfaction at my

irritation. โ€œMisery loves company, right, Lance?โ€

โ€œNever said I was miserable.โ€

โ€œYou donโ€™t have to. Did you come to New York just to torture me?โ€


โ€œRub it in on what Iโ€™m missing out on?โ€

A voice sounds from next to us. โ€œIs there something I can help you find today?โ€

We both turn to the woman with lasers in our eyes, and she swallows. I clear my

throat. โ€œWeโ€™re fine. Thank you.โ€

Lance winks at the woman, his eyes scanning her form. โ€œMaybe you can help me?โ€

โ€œYou son of a bitch,โ€ I hiss, before walking away from the table. His voice rings out

next to me as I rip through a rack of scarves.

โ€œGood to know you care, Priss, gotta admit, itโ€™s surprising.โ€

I reel on him. โ€œDonโ€™t you dare! Leaving you was the hardest thing Iโ€™ve ever done in

my life. I had to make a clean break. I had just lost everyone that mattered to me. I

was losing my mind.โ€

โ€œI got pissed for one day, and you went off the grid.โ€

โ€œAnd you let me go because you knew no matter how much we wanted it to work, it

couldnโ€™t. You have no idea what I went through!โ€

โ€œWhat you went through? Do you know I spent six months ranting to an Uber driver

named Dave because everyone on my team hated me when the truth came out?โ€ He

stomps after me as I pull sweater after sweater off the rack. โ€œTroy jumped ship after

he got drafted. I had no one but Tony and those fights.โ€

I turn to him with twenty sweaters in my arms. โ€œJenner? When did yโ€™all get so tight?โ€

โ€œWhen shit got tough, and my fucking girlfriend bailed!โ€ He glares down at me, his

breaths coming out fast.

โ€œGuys, weโ€™re going to need you to take this outside.โ€ A woman whom I assume is the

store manager approaches us cautiously.

I look around the store and see all eyes are on us, especially the women sizing him up.

โ€œHeโ€™s available ladies,โ€ I snap, laying the sweaters on a nearby table, โ€œIโ€™m willing to

bet he comes really cheap.โ€ Heโ€™s on my heels as I push through the glass of the

department store.

โ€œOh, was I supposed to wait for you? Must have missed that memo. Thatโ€™s it, you

must want a saint. Thatโ€™s why you didnโ€™t stay.โ€

โ€œI was twenty years old and alienated from a place I didnโ€™t want to be anyway.โ€

โ€œGood to know.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s not the way I meant it. And you know damn well until you, I was only there to

appease my Dad, who I barely speak to now.โ€

โ€œIโ€™m sorry about that, I am, but thatโ€™s on him. And what in the hell are you talking

about โ€˜alienatedโ€™?โ€

โ€œForget it.โ€ I pull on my gloves as heavy snow starts to come down. โ€œI think weโ€™ve

concluded our tour for today.โ€

He glances around the sidewalk. โ€œWell, no need to show me more, I hate this fucking


โ€œAnd why is that? Not enough free-range chickens?!โ€

His eyes flare. โ€œYou digging on the ranch now, Priss? I saw a fucking rat the size of a

cat on my run this morning!โ€

โ€œProbably has better manners than you, shit head.โ€

โ€œPulling out the big guns now, huh? Thereโ€™s that backbone. I was wondering where it


โ€œGo home, Lance, you hate it here. And you obviously hate me.โ€

โ€œJust the opposite. Itโ€™s impossible, and believe me, Iโ€™m trying!โ€

โ€œWell, I hope you succeed! Thanks for stopping by, Mary Poppins. Best Christmas

ever! Make sure to bulldoze the nativity scene on your way out!โ€

โ€œFuck this.โ€ He throws his hands up and eyes me warily before turning and walking


โ€œMerry Christmas to you, too!โ€


Series: The Underdogs Book 3 Release Date: Feb 29th! Iโ€™m so excited for Lanceโ€™s story!! ๐—”๐——๐—— ๐—ง๐—ข ๐—š๐—ข๐—ข๐——๐—ฅ๐—˜๐—”๐——๐—ฆ:

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I was born to play and bred to win. My priorities were instilled in me early onโ€”family and football. Those ideals led me to TGU and a coach whose ironclad principles mirrored my own. With one last college season to play, my goal was singularโ€”get drafted. By realizing my NFL dream, I could save my family, our ranch, and the only home Iโ€™d ever known. Two birds, one ball. Playing hard was my only option, but thereโ€™s always a wild card. For all of my planning and hard work, I never anticipated falling for the coach's daughter. Harper was a fair catch, but who knew loving her could be the one play to throw my career before it started or that the weight of our secret would change the game.

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USA Today bestselling author and Texas native, Kate Stewart, lives in North Carolina with her husband, Nick, and her naughty beagle, Sadie. She pens messy, sexy, angst-filled contemporary romance, as well as romantic comedy and erotic suspense. Kate's

title, Drive, was named one of the best romances of 2017 by The New York Daily

News and Huffington Post. Drive was also a finalist in the Goodreads Choice awards

for best contemporary romance of 2017. Her works have been featured in USA

TODAY, BuzzFeed, and translated in five languages.

Kate is a lover of all things '80s and '90s, especially John Hughes films and rap. She

dabbles a little in photography, can knit a simple stitch scarf for necessity, and on

occasion, does very well at whiskey.

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