The Hardest Route, an all-new emotional and romantic standalone from A.S. Teague is available now!
My friends used to tell me ‘What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.’ Clearly, they lied because a few months later, I found out my one-night stand was pregnant.
I couldn’t handle a baby. I was Griffin Rockwell, the best wide receiver the league had ever seen. But what choice did I have? My baby girl was coming whether I was ready for her or not.
Brooke turned out to be an amazing woman and mother. For seven years, we were the MVP’s of co-parenting—and even better friends.
That all changed when tragedy struck our makeshift family and I was faced with the terrifying possibility of losing the one woman I was quickly realizing I couldn’t live without.
I was at the height of my career and on the path to becoming the greatest of all time.
But keeping my family together, with Brooke by my side, might prove to be the hardest route of all.
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The Hardest Route is:
-a second chance romance
-one night stand souvenir romance
-long distance co parenting story
You may catch all of those tropes right away but I guarantee you will see them all eventually. The Hardest Route for the win. In order to fully appreciate the book, here are a few rules:
Rule #1- you must like friends to lovers stories.
Rule #2- no assholes
Rule #3- best friends overrule your dumb ideas/decisions every time.
Rule #4- it's never too late.
Rule #5- not all superheroes wear capes
Remember those rules or don't but I know you'll enjoy this sweet story with a side of sassy BFF. I hope we get some insight on the rest of the crew!
Reviewed for Sweet Spot Sisterhood
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“I like it when you call me Griffin.” His gaze settled on my mouth, and my heart sped up. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was the exact same look he’d had before he’d kissed me in Vegas. It might have been seven years ago, but when a man looks at your lips like he wants to explore every inch of them without stopping for air, you don’t forget it. Before I had the chance to say something smart in response, he leaned in, his large frame crowding mine. My traitorous eyelids fluttered shut. I willed them to open, but they refused to obey. There was less than a moment’s hesitation, and then his lips were brushing mine. If he’d had any reservations for that split second before our mouths met, they were nowhere to be found now. His hand fisted my hair, his fingertips on my scalp eliciting a moan that came from somewhere deep within me. When his tongue licked at the seam of my lips asking for entrance, there was no question of whether I should let him in or not. They parted, and our mouths moved in rhythm with each other’s, his lips urging and persuading my own to follow suit. And they did. I was lost in the smell of him wrapped around me; the earthy scent that was all Griff combined with the heady feel of his hands in my hair caused every nerve ending in my body to come alive. I moaned again as his hands traveled down my neck, his body pressing close into mine. There were kisses, and then there was this. This wasn’t a kiss, but a total melting of one body into another, and for a fleeting moment, I wanted to drown in the way it felt to have this man worshipping my mouth, his hands desperate to touch more of me but content to take what he could get in a hotel lounge. Our night together in Vegas had been electric, full of lust and desire, but this was something different entirely. This was magnetic, like we were being pulled together by some unseen force that we were both powerless to stop. And it was that realization that caused me to pull away and gasp for a breath that I didn’t really want. What I wanted was Griff’s mouth. His lips on mine. On my neck. On my breasts. Every fucking where. I couldn’t pull my eyes open to face the man who was supposed to be just a friend, so I gripped the edge of the bar, my chest heaving as I asked, “What was that?”
About A.S. Teague
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn't have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
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