RELEASE BLITZ: “Playing by the Rules” by Beth Bolden. $20.00 Amazon Gift Card Giveaway Included!
RELEASE BLITZ
Book Title: Playing by
the Rules (Miami Piranhas Book
3)
Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden
Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs
Release Date: October 7,
2022
Genres: Gay contemporary sports romance
Tropes: Forbidden romance, friends to lovers
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 103 000
words
It is #3 in the
series.
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Blurb
Ex-quarterback Davis Abernathy knows he’s on his last
chance.
If he strikes out as Paxton Kelly’s coach, nobody
else is going to call him. Not to get back on the field, and not to stand on the
sidelines.
He’s got a lot to teach Pax, and as a second-year
quarterback, Pax has a lot to learn. But Davis doesn’t anticipate the irresistible way they’ll be
drawn together from their first meeting. He never could have predicted such a fierce and
uncontrollable yearning—or that Pax would feel the same.
It should be easy to remember rules aren’t meant
to be broken, and certain lines aren’t meant to be crossed, but the only thing that’s easy is
falling totally, completely in love with Pax.
As Davis falls harder, Pax succeeding becomes just
as important—and maybe more so—than resurrecting his own career. If he messes this up,
his last chance isn’t all he’ll be sacrificing.
What he should be is focused on being the perfect
mentor. But what he wants is Pax in his bed, Pax in his life, and more impossibly, to win Pax’s
heart forever.
Excerpt
Davis gave Pax credit, watching him after the game,
because he put on a good face. The kind of face that a leader would wear when one of his
players had an extraordinary game, and Dylan undeniably had. He’d tied the record for the
most field goals made in a single game.
Davis thought he might be the only one who saw the
frustration lingering in Pax’s face. The only one who looked close enough to see
it.
After he finished with the press conference, Davis
went to find him.
And found him, just as he’d expected, back to the wall
in a tiny empty hallway a few doors down from the media room.
This was always where he went to decompress after a
game, and after the media had finished tearing him apart.
Davis knew it wasn’t goddamn easy, and he didn’t
begrudge Pax the quiet time he needed. Whatever was required to rebuild the confidence,
to shore up the walls that everyone constantly kept trying to tear down.
When he appeared in the mouth of the hallway, Pax
glanced up. “I just need another minute,” he said.
“It’s cool,” Davis said. He took the spot right next to
Pax, leaning against the wall, too. Didn’t say anything else. Just watched.
It wasn’t really allowed to watch him this
way.
But he did it anyway.
Pax’s head was tipped back, eyes closed, as the stress
of the day slowly slipped off his face. He had a good week’s worth of scruff, golden brown
and glinting even in the darkened light of the hallway. He’d unbuttoned his suit jacket, and
Davis could see the shadow of his torso under the white shirt he wore underneath
it.
Davis’ fingers flexed. He wanted so bad to reach out
and touch, even though he knew he couldn’t.
But for one minute, for sixty seconds, he let himself
really want it; for once, didn’t try to bury the desire, just felt it. It didn’t make this any
easier, but there was something freeing about letting himself have this. Even if it was only
for a brief moment.
He was on second sixty-seven when finally, Pax
spoke.
“My hips weren’t loose,” he said ruefully.
“What? I’m shocked,” Davis teased.
“No, you’re not.” Pax sighed. “What are we gonna do
about it?”
“How do you know there’s something we’re going to
do about it?”
Pax shot him a look. Hot, singeing him around the
edges. The desire flared, but this time, Davis stuffed it right back down, right back into its
box, straining at the corners and joints. But it held. Barely.
They’d won the game today. They were four and two,
and they’d won their last four games. Pax had come so far. The last thing Davis needed to do
was lose himself.
“Okay, fine, yeah, I’m gonna do something about it.
But you’re not going to like it.”
“Oh, I didn’t think I was going to like it.” Pax’s
voice was very dry. He still hadn’t opened his eyes, but Davis knew that if he did, he’d see
amusement in them.
And trust. So much trust.
Was it any wonder he couldn’t betray
that?
“If it’s any consolation, I’m not sure I’ll like it either.”
He already knew he wouldn’t. But it would make Paxton a better football player, and that
was the only thing that mattered. Not all of his sleepless nights, not all of his pointless
yearning, not any of the feelings that he kept trying to push away.
About the Author
A lifelong Pacific Northwester, Beth Bolden has just recently moved to North Carolina with
her supportive husband. Beth still believes in Keeping Portland Weird, and intends to be just
as weird in Raleigh.
Beth has been writing practically since she learned the alphabet. Unfortunately, her first
foray into novel writing, titled Big Bear with Sparkly Earrings, wasn’t a bestseller, but hope
springs eternal. She’s published twenty-three novels and seven novellas.
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