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Book Title: Playing for
Keeps

Author and Publisher: Beth
Bolden

Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Designs

Release Date: May 11,
2022

Genres: Gay contemporary
sports romance

Tropes: Forbidden love, age
gap, player/coach’s son

Themes: Overcoming fear,
positive change, growing trust

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 85 000
words

It’s the first book in a new
series

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Buy Links – Available in Kindle
Unlimited

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Blurb

Sebastian Howard is the best damn cornerback in the
NFL.

Or at least he was.

Age and injuries have taken a toll, and while most people
have written him off, Sebastian isn’t ready to acknowledge that at only thirty-two, he’s
already in the twilight of his career.

He signs with the Miami Piranhas intending to prove
everyone wrong.

Only to realize that the head coach’s son, out-and-proud
Beau Dawson, doesn’t believe he can.

Beau is infuriating but brilliant, and when he offers to help
him on the field, Sebastian wants to say yes, but there’s one thing stopping him: the
unexpected, inconvenient, and all-consuming crush he doesn’t want to have on
Beau.

But Beau isn’t interested in playing it safe, with football or
with anything else, and soon they’re embroiled in a hot—and secret—affair that would finish
Sebastian’s career if Coach Dawson found out.

As Sebastian falls harder for Beau, he begins to realize that
actually the worst thing in the world isn’t getting benched, but losing the man he
loves.

Excerpt

The bartender set a new round of drinks in front of them.

“I shouldn’t,” Beau said.

“Why not?”

Because if I have another drink, I’m going to think it’s a
really, really good idea to have sex with you, and it’s not.

Sebastian broke into laughter then, and Beau realized,
humiliation flushing his cheeks, that he’d said that out loud.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have another one,”
Sebastian said, still chuckling as he swirled the straw in his own drink. But then he shot him a
speculative glance, and Beau realized he wasn’t the only one thinking about it.

Sebastian had been checking him out all night.

Sebastian had almost kissed him twice, even when
he was pissed as hell at him.

“Is that why you thought I manipulated you?” Beau asked
before he could stop himself.

You’re the worst. The absolute fucking worst. You’re
supposed to be flirting with the super-hot guy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about
since he showed at camp, and instead, you’re bringing up that he hates you. A+ work, Beau.
Really brilliant. You must be a genius.

At least, Beau thought as Sebastian continued to stare and
swirl his drink, he hadn’t said any of that out loud.

Thank God for small miracles.

“Naw,” Sebastian finally said, another glimmer of a smile
emerging on his handsome face. “You tried your level best not to flirt with me.
It’s not your fault you trying to be all brilliant and professional about it made me hot.”

“No?” Beau squeaked.

Sebastian leaned in, and Beau could smell him again. Lavender
and something darker and richer, and he wanted to lick up the neck that the open collar of
his white button-down shirt had exposed and taste it, too. Wanted to trace the tattoo
peeking out of his collar with his tongue.

Maybe he really shouldn’t have another drink.

Except . . . he could sleep with Sebastian. That
wasn’t off-limits. But if they made it a habit, it would inevitably spill into the locker room,
and then onto the field, and that was the one hard and fast rule his father had given
him.

And he was going to want it to be a habit. They hadn’t even
kissed, and Beau already knew it, as easy as breathing.

No, he should really keep his hands in his lap, and his drink un-
drunk, but then Sebastian’s eyes practically sparkled with the dare of it and he leaned in
another fraction of an inch.

“Don’t you want to know how hot it made me?” Sebastian
crooned in that dirty, sexy voice of his, all low and enticing, and Beau lost the fight with
himself.

He reached out and laid his hand on Sebastian’s thigh. His
hard, muscular thigh, hot beneath the light wool of his slacks. He’d already removed his
jacket, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, exposing those rippling forearms that had taken
up residence in too many of Beau’s fantasies already.

He swallowed hard. But didn’t move his hand either.

“I think you do,” Sebastian said lowly.

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