Description:
From USA
Today bestselling author Julie Brannagh comes the next fun and
incredibly sexy novel in her beloved Seattle Sharks series.
When Daisy Spencer wrote an erotic
novella about the Seattle Sharks' backup quarterback and her #1 crush, Grant
Parker, she never expected it to become a runaway bestseller. If anyone
discovers she wrote the sexy story, her days as a flight attendant for the
Sharks would be over. But once she gets to know the real man behind the
fantasy, her heart may be in more danger than her job.
Having Seattle fans think squeaky
clean Grant is wild in bed is the last thing he needs-even if it might be
closer to the truth than he will ever say. As he spends his days, and nights,
with the gorgeous Daisy, he's not interested in going back to the lonely life
he once led. But when the real author of the novella is finally outed, Grant
and Daisy must both reveal the secrets they've hidden away or risk losing a
love that's better than any fantasy.
Goodreads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26155847-intercepting-daisy
Addicted2Romance Review:
(ARC provided by the author for an honest review)
I have enjoyed some of Julie Brannagh's stories and this book sounded really cute and funny. It was a story I enjoyed. I cared about Daisy and I Grant but there really was something missing between the two characters.
Based on the description, of the book I was expecting a different storyline than what I ended up reading. I also felt there was not a strong connection between the two characters. Daisy was in love with Grant awfully fast and I really didn't feel it on both sides.
Daisy is a flight attendant. She flies on a charter flight for the Seattle Sharks a Football Team. One of the players on her flight is Grant Parker. Daisy has a HUGE crush on him and one night wrote this erotic novella about a fantasy she had about him. She published it on amazon and now its very popular.
Grant Parker is a man slut but he is also a preachers son and the Sharks love his clean cut reputation. However as previously mentioned he is a man slut and has tons of one night stands. The book starts when he wakes up at a stands home where he breaks her e-reader and thats when he discovers the novella featuring HIM!!
Grant Parker heard a loud crack as he rolled over in his
date’s bed and onto something buried in the sheets. He looked at the sleeping
form next to him and sighed in relief when she didn’t stir.
He extracted an e-reader from under one of his hips as he
sat up and stared at a large horizontal fracture in the screen in the dim light
from her bathroom. Crap. Grant couldn’t remember her name, but he was willing
to bet she remembered his. Even more, she was probably going to be pissed about
the broken e-reader.
Shaking his head to clear out some of the cobwebs, he
knew he needed to get his ass out of here. He had a hundred bucks in his
wallet. He’d leave the money to replace the e-reader (along with a note) ten
seconds before he walked out the front door of her apartment. Still too drunk
to drive, he would call Uber as soon as he got outside.
He’d met her at a bar last night. She was exactly what
he’d wanted: a woman who wanted one night with him. They’d had a lot of drinks,
and they’d taken a cab to her place. Minutes later, they were naked. He’d had
her twice before they both fell asleep from sheer exhaustion. He wondered what
the biggest aphrodisiac was for the women who fucked his brains out on a
regular basis: that he played pro football or that they were delighted to
discover he was an excellent lay. She’d have several orgasms to remember him
by.
The Sharks’ PR department worked overtime to craft his
squeaky-clean image. Grant had arrived in Seattle as a result of being drafted
out of his small, conservative Christian college’s football team. The Sharks
had cut their former backup QB after a DUI and a sexual assault arrest. Grant
was in the right place at the right time. Grant’s parents were also the
nationally known pastors of a megachurch in Texas, which seemed to seal the
deal for the Sharks.
It was clear in Grant’s combine interview with the team’s
head coach and the general manager that any hint of bad behavior in his
personal life would not be tolerated. The team believed Grant’s background and
football skills would go a long way to smoothing things over with angry fans.
Grant wanted to play for Seattle. It was the perfect situation.
The Sharks’ PR department circulated pictures of him to
the local media with approved dates—girls from the local Christian college, for
instance. He’d take them to dinner and a movie or a game. He’d walk them to
their front door by ten pm, kiss
them on the cheek, and make sure they were safely inside before he got in his
car and went looking for what he really wanted: raw, anonymous sex with someone
he knew he had no intention of seeing again.
He didn’t lie to anyone he was with. He had told each woman before they went to her place
that he was in for one night and one night only. He told them he didn’t have
sex without protection, which he provided. They nodded, smiled, and tried every
sexual enticement in their arsenal to change his mind. It seemed that the women
he dated always wanted what they could not have. If he met someone who boinked
his brains out and told him to leave as soon as he got dressed, he’d be back
for more. So far, it hadn’t happened.
He knew he was playing with fire for
being so public. He knew
he should find a woman who was interested in a mutually beneficial (and highly
confidential) arrangement. He wasn’t callous or cavalier toward anyone else’s
feelings. He just wasn’t interested in getting tied down to anyone, at least in
the short term. If he got caught having multiple one-night stands, his
carefully constructed image would blow up in his face, and any chance he had of
succeeding Tom Reed, the Sharks’ starting QB, would be gone.
He understood his behavior could be chalked up to doing
the forbidden, to the idea he was getting away with something he shouldn’t do.
What kind of idiot would jeopardize eight million dollars a season for standing
on the sidelines with a clipboard sixteen Sundays a year by taking such a risk?
The Sharks organization wanted their fans to believe Grant spent his evenings
with his playbook and turned in early. Alone. Preferably after reading a few
pages of the Bible and saying his prayers. He was a normal, healthy guy with a
normal, healthy sex drive. Was this a crime?
Grant wanted to watch the Sharks’ starting QB Tom Reed on
the sidelines holding a clipboard as Grant threw TD after TD. He wanted to be
the guy in the hundred-foot-tall mural screen painted on the side of Sharks
Stadium. He also wanted to be the guy who’d get his pick of twice as many women
who all wanted to do him. After all, the ladies wanted the real thing: a
starter.
He clicked on the small button that activated the
e-reader. It still worked, despite the cracked screen. He saw the title of the
last book she was reading, Overtime
Parking; a picture of him crossing the tarmac at an airport to get on the
Sharks’ team plane was on the cover.
He’d been the subject of a lot of press, but someone had
written a book about him? He hadn’t seen this yet. He was surprised his agent
or the team publicist hadn’t told him about it. He’d have to call them both
tomorrow. Maybe he should take a look at a page or two to figure out if this
was an unauthorized biography.
He touched the unbroken part of the screen with his
fingertip, and the text appeared.
And I shoved Parker’s
football pants down with both hands. He was naked beneath and sporting a
gigantic erection.
“Want it?” he said.
“Yes.” I unzipped my
jeans and wriggled until both jeans and underwear slipped to my knees. I
unhooked my bra and pushed my sweater up around my neck. I lay back on the hood
of his car in the team’s parking lot, spreading my legs, entirely exposed to
him. In full view of anyone walking past. The parking lot was full of cars; it
was a matter of time before we were discovered.
I reached down to touch
myself, to move my fingers in the wetness I felt dripping out of me. I wanted
to show him I could come from staring at him and stroking my clit. I wanted him
to see it all and to want me as badly as I wanted him.
“Fuck me,” I said.
He yanked my jeans and
my panties off and pushed my legs up over his shoulders. I couldn’t concentrate
on anything besides his arms caging me, his mouth on mine, his hard, massive
dick entering me seconds later. I arched into him, my nipples scraping against
his rock-hard chest. He grabbed my ass to pull me into his pistoning hips.
Somehow, it was even more thrilling to know we might have an audience, and I ground
into him as a result.
“Oh, God. Fuck me! I
have to have you!” I told him as I moved against him. He pounded into me, over
and over. I heard flesh slapping against flesh and the muffled groans of
satisfaction deep in his throat. I wrenched my mouth from his, raked my nails
down his back, and let out a loud cry.
“More!” I cried out.
“Harder!”
“Oh, I’ll give it to you
harder,” he growled as he thrust again. I wrapped my legs around his hips as
tightly as I could. My clit rubbed against his pelvis as I moved against him.
The hood of his car was cold but slippery against my back. It was going to be
covered with our juices by the time we were done. There was nothing like the
smell of sex; it surrounded us in the cold night air. I reached down to grab
his ass with both hands, pulling him closer.
“Faster,” I cried.
“More!”
“I’ll give you more,” he
said roughly. “I’m going to fuck you, and then I’m going to fuck you again.
Right here. Where everyone can see us. They’ll know how dirty you are, how
badly you want it. How you’d fuck them too.”
He was breathing hard.
He thrust faster, and I could feel myself coming, lust and adrenaline coursing
through my bloodstream as I reached between us to rub my clit. “That’s it,” he
said. “You want it. You want everyone to see you coming all over me, don’t you?
Come for me. Come now.”
I let out a scream as my
entire body convulsed around him. The waves of pleasure and release went on and
on. I must have blacked out for a few seconds; I could hear applause and
whistles as I came to. I saw a knot of guys a few feet from us; I was beyond
caring that I was laid out like a naked, panting feast in front of them. I was
limp in his arms, and he grinned down at me. He turned, made a slight bow to
the onlookers, and turned back to me. His dick was already getting hard again
as I watched.
“Ready for round two?”
he said. “I’m going to do every nasty thing to you you’ve ever dreamed of. In
front of them. And you’re going to love every minute of it.”
Grant stared in shock at the broken e-reader’s screen.
What the hell was this?
Is he upset? Does he go searching for the author? nope he doesn't. He then goes again trolling for women when he meets a vindicative sports reporter who knows about his manslut ways. Thats when he calls his lawyer about the book and his one night stands.
Meanwhile he has noticed Daisy and decides she should be the one to date him to help his reputation. He and Daisy have great first date, yes one date. Then they both get sick with the flu and miss a date and then they date again and have sex. But Parkers keeps dating her. One of the issues with this story is because of their professions they see each other once a week. They don't ever really become a huge part of each others lives and thats why I had a hard time really connecting and feeling their love. They are definitely in lust and the sex scenes are HOT!!!
Daisy is very independant and she largely likes living separate lives. Grant, has never really dated and he is on the shy side. When he finds out Daisy wrote the book he starts being suspicious that Daisy is a stalker at least at first. At this point Daisy is in love and so you see the problem, I just didn't feel the connection or even the love story part.
It is an enjoyable story and the story was fun, I just didn't feel this romantic/love vibe from the story.
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About The Author:
USA Today Bestselling Author, Julie Brannagh has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pencil. She lives in a small town near Seattle, where she once served as a city council member and owned a yarn shop. She shares her home with a wonderful husband, two uncivilized Maine Coons and a rambunctious chocolate Lab. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden Heart finalist and the author of contemporary sports romances.
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