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There is speculation that he killed a girl . . . 

Journalist Hannah Black has just been given the assignment of a lifetime: Get the exclusive story from the Chicago Bears’ new starting quarterback, Derek Cage. There’s only one problem—Derek refuses to talk to reporters. The son of a famed Illinois senator, this football star despises the media.

Hannah has never been one to follow orders, especially when she wants something. When her new assignment tries to give her the brush off, Hannah won't take no for an answer, going to extremes to get the attention of this superstar athlete. 

Drawn to her quirky questions and die-hard persistence, Derek begins opening up to this rookie reporter, and he can’t stay away no matter how hard he tries. 

As the two get closer, Hannah finds herself falling for the enigmatic quarterback. But nothing’s ever easy. As a decade old secret comes to light, Hannah has to decide how far she’ll go and how many lines she’s willing to cross to keep Derek safe. 

Is uncovering the truth worth the risk of losing it all?



“Mr. Cage.” A female voice catches my attention. “Congratulations on the win.”
Stunned, breathless, my heart is pounding.
She came.
Hannah looks amazing, her hair pulled up on top of her head, a few curls hanging around her face. A black blazer covers a tight white shirt, and I’m drawn to her. I’m always drawn to her.
I grin. My heart does a double beat. What the fuck is that about? I place a hand on my chest and will it to stop. It doesn’t.
“Questions and answers are over, Hannah.”
We’re three feet apart, but it feels like miles. She takes a step toward me, and I want to follow her lead, but I stay planted where I am.
She shrugs. “I’ve never been one to play by the rules, Mr. Cage.”
Her stance is too stiff, her calm demeanor at odds with what’s going on inside that head of hers. “What’s your question, Hannah?”
A slight grin lights up her face, and she rocks back on her heels, looking up at me. “What type of music do you listen to before your games?”
Hannah and her off-the-wall questions. I grin and take a step forward. “Some Jay-Z and Little Wayne.”
“You like rap?” Her nose scrunches as she says the word rap.
“It gets me amped,” I say, moving closer.
“What did it feel like?” she asks.
“What did what feel like?”
“When your pass landed in DeLong’s hands. Can you describe it?”
I can’t, but for her . . . I’ll try.
“It’s an endorphin rush like no other, similar to the relief you feel at a first kiss, or an unexpected embrace.”
She traces the outline of her lips, her cheeks reddening.
“Is that how it felt . . . when you kissed me?”
My pulse pounds. My heart races. I close the distance between us and cup her face between my hands. “Yes.” I lean forward and whisper, “Every. Single. Time.”
I kiss her, stealing her breath and groaning when a soft sigh escapes her mouth.
She clutches my shirt, keeping us close. I barely know her, but I’ve missed her. I’ve missed her off-the-wall questions and her persistent need to find answers. I’ve missed the way she gawks at me. Like she knows she shouldn’t, but she can’t help herself. I’ve missed her.
“Come home with me, Hannah.”
What the fuck, Cage?
A car door slams, and she jerks back, away from my touch, away from me. We both straighten. A slight shake of her head gives me the answer. Of course she won’t. How stupid of me to even ask.
“Thanks for the last-minute interview, Cage. I’ll see you later.”
Every muscle in my body strains with the need to stop her retreat. But I let her go, not sure who I’m protecting more: her or me.


   About AJ Pryor:
  A.J. Pryor lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two daughters. If not home writing, you can find her at the beach, the yoga studio or the soccer field with her girls. An avid reader of contemporary romance, new adult and young adult novels, her Kindle is always within reach. She has a Bachelor of Arts degree from the University of California, Santa Barbara. 

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