Genres: Contemporary
Title: Drumline
Author: Stacy Kestwick
Release Date: Tuesday, September 5, 2017
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Traditions are important. Especially in the South.
College football. Rivalries. Tailgating. Halftime shows.
Some things just don’t change.
Until Reese Holland shows up with her long legs and no-bull***t attitude to audition for the prestigious all-male Rodner University snare line.
It doesn’t matter how much hazing she has to endure from Laird Bronson, with his narrowed green
eyes and arrogant smirk. She wants that damn spot, and she’s more than good enough to earn it.
She expects there to be tension. Even friction.
But not sparks hot enough to burn the entire campus down.
I was provided a copy for review purposes.
Drumline made me laugh, cry, and everything in between. Reese is the kind of girl I love to read. Strong, determined, sassy. She’s had a lot to deal with in her past and now she’s out to prove that she can do anything she puts her mind to by trying for a spot on the drumline. She put up with a lot in the story fighting for this spot as well. I seriously couldn’t get enough of her and Smith the two together cracked me up.
Please tell me where I can get my own Laird. Sexy, smart, motivated, and the things he says to Reese omg. He has had a rough past as well and is still fighting to be okay with it. I don’t know what side of Laird I liked better hospital with sick kids Laird or bossy bedroom Laird. You have to grab drumline and decide what side you like better.
Being eaten alive had never felt so good.
The kiss started hard, desperate, the inevitable conclusion to the tension that had been building between us for two weeks. With my eyes closed and my breasts flattened against the wall of his chest, I gave into it, surrendered to the moment. My mouth clung to his as he tilted my head to the side, changing the angle to deepen the contact.
Who needed fucking air when Laird Bronson was kissing them? Not me.
I lifted on my tiptoes to get closer, one of my hands snaking up to tangle in his dark hair. The strands were barely long enough at the top to grip, and when I gave them a tug, he rolled his hips against me, showing me just how much he liked it. I moaned and felt an answering wetness gather at the juncture of my thighs.
His mouth needed to come with a warning label. Danger. Highly flammable.
But it was too late. I’d had a taste and I liked the burn.
USA TODAY Bestseller Stacy Kestwick is a Southern girl who firmly believes mornings should be outlawed. Her perfect day would include puppies, carbohydrates, and lounging on a hammock with a good book. No adulting, cleaning, or bacon allowed.
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