Cover Reveal: Strike (The Completion Series) by Holly S. Roberts

- January 09, 2014

Strike is the second book in the Completion Series. There is no connection to Play (book I) except the sports theme. Strike is a standalone HEA novel.

Nineteen-year-old Jaycee Shumway breaks into professional baseball player, Reed Tyler’s home, to steal the second most valuable set of balls he owns. Neither of them expect their striking attraction or battle of wills to lead them to a homerun. Jaycee has more than herself to worry about. When Reed discovers she has a younger brother and sister, he’s quickly caught up in their world of need and heartbreak. Baseball season begins and the separation puts Reed and Jaycee’s game on hold. With bases loaded and hearts on the line, will Reed convince Jaycee that she needs him to win or will Jaycee strike out and walk off the field forever? This New Adult book is intended for mature audiences.

The car quickly heated up and one of his hands wrapped into my hair. He took control of the next kiss. He tasted every part of my mouth and I think I understood exactly what fucking him could be like.

He let me come up for air and I opened my heavy eyelids. “I don’t want you to hurt me Reed and I’ll hate you if you hurt my brother and sister.”

“I won’t give you a reason to hate me.”

I still didn’t get what he wanted from me and the decision was overwhelming. Should I take a chance or not?

“Say yes.” He kissed my throat running his tongue across my skin taking little nibbling bites that drove me wild. He didn’t play fair.

“Yes,” I whispered and he rewarded me with his mouth again.

I rubbed against him, need building between my thighs so powerful that my clothes hurt my skin. My wet panties burned against my clit. His knee rose up between my legs causing more friction as I rocked against it.

“Let go Jaycee.”

Oh god he knew.

“Let go.” He whispered.

I did. My toes curled and my legs shook. My pussy quivered against him wanting more but taking what he gave. My head went back as he lowered his knee and jerked the center of me closer to the center of him. I cried out, the sound amplified in his car. But before my orgasm was over, embarrassment crashed in. I tried pulling away but he wouldn’t let me.

“That was beautiful baby.”

I buried my head in his shoulder. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“I want you doing it again and again.”

“I’ve seen the size of you, it’ll kill me.”

I felt his chest shaking with laughter. “It won’t kill you baby.”

I moved my hand over the long hard ridge beneath his jeans. His indrawn breath made me smile, my embarrassment forgotten. I arched my body away so I could feel his entire length.

He breathed into my ear his voice rough. “It’s a little messier for me to do what you just did and I need to make it home.”

I pressed down a little harder. “What will you do when you get home?”

“Take a long shower.”

“A cold one?” I’d always heard that worked for men.

“No baby, it’ll be hot, with my hand where yours is.”

Oh god, he just talked about masturbating and I was so out of my league. He took both my hands threading his fingers through mine and tipping me back.

“I want you moving in this weekend.”

I’d said yes when he had me at a disadvantage. Reed Tyler didn’t play fair.

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Holly S. Roberts is the bestselling author of fourteen novels, and writes under three pen names. A romantic at heart, she fell in love at the age of twelve with a boy she saw across junior high school campus. Four years later, he took notice and she never let go.Her career in law enforcement gives her a reason to want romance, happy endings, and anything that takes her away from real life when she reads and writes. She can shoot a mean game of pool, toss back a straight shot of tequila, and recite the Gettysburg Address.Holly lives high in the mountains in the southwest United States with her husband, Rottweiler and Chihuahua.