Cover Reveal: Red Card by Carrie Aarons
Title: Red Card
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: February 14, 2016
She spent five years planning a future that will never exist. He
spent five years trying to erase a past he can’t forget.
London
is Leah Watson’s fresh start. When she secures the perfect
internship during her study abroad semester, with an infamous
celebrity public relations firm, she is determined to forge her own
path - one that is nothing like her life back in Oklahoma. That plan
is tested when British football’s bad boy, Killian Ramsey, decides
that she's the one he wants and he's playing for keeps.
Will
she put her future on hold - again - for the type of man she swore
she'd stay away from?
Killian is one bloody good
football player. After a tragedy shattered his entire world, the
cocky and arrogant face he puts on for the media is a complete lie.
When he meets Leah, his heart starts to beat for the first time in
years. But when the feelings get too real, his perfectly constructed
facade starts to slip.
Will he risk it all to be with
her - taking whatever penalties are thrown his way - or will he play
it safe?
Trying to dash off to find the British Prince of Moodiness proves
difficult in the six-inch stilettos the stylist had strapped onto my
feet. I didn't wear clothing like this. I was the Oklahoma
girlnextdoor, cute and pretty in my sundresses and boots. I
didn't do skintight, short or heeled. I could hear the snickers of
the PR handlers around me as I stumbled like a baby calf off of the
carpet in search of my responsibility.
Turning down the
block and moving away from the mayhem, I spotted a tall figure in the
shadows. I'd read enough about Jack the Ripper before coming over
here to be spooked, but then I saw the shine of a metal flask being
raised to the lips, and I could only take one guess as to who that
was.
I marched up, as best as I could in the shoes. "You
need to come back and walk the red carpet."
Killian's
skyblue eyes twinkled with sly amusement and barely restrained
anger. "Oh, and you're going to make me, huh America's
Sweetheart?"
The smell of what I'm sure was
overlyexpensive whiskey blew across my face as he exhaled. He
pretended to give an air of nonchalance, but I could read his body
language better than he thought I could. He was so coiled and tense,
he gave a cobra ready to strike a run for its money. Rage and sorrow
poured off of him in waves, blanketing the dark side street in misery
so abundant that I could feel it down to my bones. And something
else. I don't know why it struck me, perhaps because the emotion was
running through my veins as well. But this man...he was
lonely.
"You're cheeky, I like that." He
raised the flask in a salute to me and tilted his head back as the
amber liquid disappeared into that appealing mouth. Damn it. This bad
boy with a bad attitude was not going to ruin my career or my time
here. I was done letting people decide the future for me, sweeping me
along in the current just because I let them.
I knocked
the flask straight out of his hand, sending little droplets of
whiskey landing on both of us.
"Listen you jackass!
I don't know who you are. In fact, I don't care if you're the Prime
Minister of this country! This job, I really need it. I'm taking this
shot and succeeding at it if it means I have to put my blood, sweat
and tears into it. And some London bad boy parading his pissed off
attitude around for the world to see is not going to stop me! So
button your jacket, plaster a smile on, and get on that carpet!"
My
breathing was ragged, all of the energy I'd saved up to get through
the event suddenly spent. Jetlag, homesickness and heartbreak were
taking over, and I could feel the pull of all three from the inside
out.
The leer on Killian's face only proved that my
tirade was all for nothing.
And then he moved. It was a
blur of motion and speed before my back was against a brick wall.
He'd pinned me, like a wolf circling in on their prey. Nervous
tremors washed over my flesh, and I could hear the roaring in my
ears. I was half afraid he would actually rip my throat out for
speaking to him that way. The other half of me was too incredibly
aroused to care.
"I am bad. But I'm not a boy, I'm a man. Have you ever been
with a man, little lamb?" He chuckled darkly, leaning his entire
form into me and pinning my hips with his hands. "No, I don't
think you have."
They say those who can't do, teach. Well, Carrie has no hand-eye
coordination, and her idea of romance is a Netflix marathon complete
with Thai food. So, she writes sports romance novels instead.
Beginning her writing career as a journalist, Carrie wrote about
real-life crime and scandal before turning to the fantasy world of
fiction. She lives with her husband in an apartment they are
constantly outgrowing.
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