Title: Long Shot
Author: Kennedy Ryan
Genre: Basketball Romance
Release Date: March 22, 2018
“This story was brutal truth wrapped in hope, courage and unflinching love. It’s a must read. It’s a STOP WHAT YOU’RE DOING AND READ THIS NOW kind of book. Don’t hold your breath, this story will steal it from you.” – J. Sterling, NYT Bestselling Author
A FORBIDDEN LOVE SET IN THE EXPLOSIVE WORLD OF THE NBA…
Think you know what it’s like being a baller’s girl?
My fairy tale is upside down.
A happily never after.
I kissed the prince and he turned into a fraud.
I was a fool, and his love – fool’s gold.
Now there’s a new player in the game, August West.
One of the NBA’s brightest stars.
He wants me. I want him.
But my past, my fraudulent prince, just won’t let me go.
*Author’s Note: There are aspects of this story that may be sensitive for some readers.
Five ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ stars from Ari
I love a good sports romance novel, but Kennedy Ryan has just obliterated all the others with Long Shot. Her impeccable writing shines bright and her vivid storytelling takes the reader on an unforgettable reading experience.
I loved, loved, LOVED this book! Iris and August’s story is heart achingly gorgeous. A story of difficult choices, bad timing, and perseverance. Iris is such an amazing female character. Her journey left me breathless and her strength and determination gave me strength in return. Witnessing her pain was difficult, but important. August was incredible. His love for Iris is resolute and unwavering. He is her anchor and they are each other’s home.
Kennedy Ryan left me in awe and took my breath me away with this book. Although my heart ached for these characters their story gave me hope and will stay with me for a very long time. Beautiful, heartbreaking and significant, Long Shot is a Book not to be missed and once you read it never to be forgotten. All the stars.
“Iris?” August’s frown, the concern on his face, in his voice, remind me where I am. “Baby, you okay?”
I blink down at him dumbly, swallowing my tears, eating my memories whole and digesting a nightmare from long ago. I nod, my lips a cold, wobbly curve.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, his eyes so tender, so intent.
I remember a magical night under the stars, under a streetlight on the eve of greatness. A night filled with laughter and confidences, pregnant with promise. And I see him so clearly, my prince, asking for a kiss.
I kiss him like the world might end tonight because I’ll never take this for granted. Not his kindness, when I’ve known cruelty all too well. Not his tenderness, when I’ve been handled roughly in the past. Not his love, when I’ve been possessed and owned and mistreated.
He thaws me with his kiss, my prince, and I melt into him. We’re chest to chest, with August’s number crushed between us. I take his cock in my hand, aligning our bodies, and two become one in a carnal slide of flesh. I anchor myself by my elbows hooked around his neck, and we kiss until I’m dizzy and our breaths tangle in a cloud of bliss. Under the jersey, his palm spans my back, digging into the naked flesh as our hips lock and roll and grind. My body clenches around him, and we pray, we curse, we moan, we mate like our bodies were made for this moment.
Ours is a love that reimagines—that peels back the sky at high noon searching for the stars, collecting them like shells in a bucket. We bathe in stardust, drink from the Milky Way, and dance on the moon. We pierce the firmament, peer into infinity, and tread on time and space. There is no before. There is no after. Now gives birth to forever. This moment may die, but this love never will. Time is not a line. It’s a circle, and we, August and Iris, we stand at the center.