Dirty Filthy Boy (Chicago Outlaws #1)

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Bad boy quarterback Ty Mathews has it all--money, women, fame. On the gridiron, he vanquishes defenses with his golden arm. Off the field, it's another another part of his anatomy that gets all the glory. And deservedly so, for what he doesn't know about women hasn't been written. Except for MacKenna Perkins. The rookie reporter wants nothing to do with him. After all, she was hired to cover women's and social issues for her local Chicago newspaper, not deal with cocky football players. But when the sports reporter falls ill, she's asked to interview a wide receiver. And since she knows next to nothing about football, she totally fails at it. Until Ty Mathews volunteers his services. With her job on the line, she accepts his offer. Too late, she realizes her unruly heart's not listening to her head. In no time at all, she's in his bed, doing all those dirty, filthy things he likes to do. But soon secrets surface about his past. Secrets that may destroy his future. And MacKenna must decide if the price she must pay for the story is worth her broken heart. A smokin' hot, STANDALONE, FULL-LENGTH novel with a guaranteed HEA. EXCERPT: He lets out a hard breath. “You’ll need to earn their respect before they open themselves up to you.” “I know. How do I do that?” All fluid grace and masculine power, he strolls back to me. “Well, for starters. You need to learn the game.” I nod in agreement. “I’m reading up on football and doing research.” “You need to do more than that. I can teach you.” His voice softens, as his hand reaches out to fiddle with my hair. “I can teach you lots of things.” His body’s tight against me. His hard on’s pressed against my belly. “Ty?” I glance up at him through my eyelashes. He’s so much bigger than me, so much of a man. He smells like one too. Not of expensive cologne, but like a guy who’s been pitching balls to kids. Nice, clean sweat and, underneath it all, him. “You drive me crazy, you know, with your soft hair, pouty lips, and milky skin.” He puts his lips to my neck, and I shiver. “You smell so good.” My body flares up into a fiery need. I want him. I want this man more than my next breath. But there’s something he must be made to understand. “I’m not a groupie.” “Oh, sweetheart, of course you’re not. You’re sunshine and rainbows and everything that’s right in this world.” “Ty?” “Say, yes, sweetheart. Say yes, and I’ll give you anything you want.” I don’t breathe a word, but let my trembling body do the talking for me. Interpreting my silence as consent, he slowly strips me of my sweater, my jeans, leaving me in nothing but a pink bra and panties. His hot gaze sweeps up and down my body. “Look at you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I notch up my chin. “I bet you say that to all the girls you bring here.” His lips flatten. “I’ve never brought a woman to my home.” My eyes widen. “You haven’t?” “No. You’re the first.” He hasn’t kissed me, but that’s gotta be worth something. I wet my lips. “Take off your shirt.” One handed, he rips it off in that way guys do, oh, so very well, and my breath cuts short. Ty clothed is one thing. But bare chested, he’s magnificent. Hard pecs, huge arms, ripped. And his abs? I could do a week’s worth of laundry on those ridges. “MacKenna, baby, say yes. I can’t do it unless you agree.” I let out a shaky sigh and, even though I know better, breathe out one, single word. “Yes.”**