Fourth Down #1
By: Violet Duke
New York Times bestselling author Violet Duke kicks off her fun and sexy new Fourth Down series with a heartwarming friends-to-lovers romance between a no-strings-attached sports analyst and the hottest damn tomboy he’s ever met.
It’s no secret that sports analyst Jackson Gray doesn’t do relationships. What is a secret, however, is the reason why. Jackson’s life is . . . complicated. And it doesn’t help that his current hands-off “friendship” is with the cute-as-hell new sideline reporter he’s assigned to train. Turns out, not only is the woman damn sweet, she also knows as much about football as he does. Like it or not though, Jackson has to remind himself that sex is the only thing he has to offer . . . until now.
Leila Hart’s fast-growing friendship with Jackson is something she’d never risk, no matter how unbelievably seductive the reward. Becoming an NFL sportscaster has always been the goal, and thanks to Jackson’s fierce support and mentoring, it all finally seems within reach. Problem is, a girl can only take so much of that sexy-as-sin voice whispering dirty, filthy football stats in her ear before she loses all self-control. A workplace romance with Jackson is a disaster waiting to happen, especially for someone with big dreams . . . and secrets of her own.
Advance praise for Jackson’s Trust
“Violet Duke’s writing jumps off the page and grabs you from the first sentence!” — New York Times bestselling author BELLA ANDRE, #1 bestselling author of The Sullivans series
“Hot, sweet, and filled with tender moments, Violet Duke writes heroes that make me swoon!” – New York Times bestselling author KENDALL RYAN
“A delightfully fresh read…Violet Duke delivers it all!” — New York Times bestselling author JEN MCLAUGHLIN
“Emotional, heart-wrenching, and oh-so-sweet…Violet Duke has me hooked.” — New York Times bestselling author L.P. DOVER
“Well-written kindred souls…Jackson and Leila are a couple you don’t want to miss! —New York Times bestselling author HEIDI MCLAUGHLIN
“I love this hotter side of Violet Duke…still sweet & emotional, but with a bit of extra sizzle.Jackson’s Trust is a must-read.” — New York Times bestselling author Sawyer Bennett
“The man was some sort of sneaky flirting savant. Clearly, she’d need to keep her wits about herself if she didn’t want to accidentally trip and fall into his bed.”
“Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard that sound video arcade games made when Pac-Man dies.”
“I’m going to prove you wrong, Jackson. But since clearly, your brain is full of years of crap I’ll have to exorcise with voodoo magic or something equally powerful, we’ll take it slow.”
“You could tempt a saint, and lord knows no one I’m acquainted with could be considered for sainthood.”
“I’m pretty sure I’d choose you. Probably. Or maybe I’ll just flip a coin.”
Jackson’s Trust was a “slow burn” yet sweet romance between a new sassy female network sportscaster, and her cool confirmed bachelor co-worker. Not being a sports enthusiast, I could not for the life of me comprehend their football conversations or fully appreciate her reportedly genius interview tactics and analysis, but I enjoyed the rest of the story and adored Ms. Duke’s characters as well as their easy banter, and interesting inner dialogues. The romance had slowly progressed and their easy and fun relationship had finally moved from cuddle buddies to steamy sensuality. I thought it was smooth sailing for them, until an abrupt tragedy struck, confusion reigned, the sweet romance suddenly evaporated with a damning trail of evidence and many unanswered questions. I was unsure they would be ever be able to regain lost ground as their relationship didn’t really end, it just… stopped, and my kindle was telling me I was nearing the final pages – I was dreading either a negative result or a heinous cliffhanger; while tapping my little foot and nearly foaming at the mouth. No spoilers here, but I was more than satisfied with the conclusion. That Ms. Duke is a crafty one; I bet she is a good poker player as well.
NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romances filled with strong, unique heroines and memorably romantic heroes. With just under a million books sold to date, since becoming an author in 2013, Violet has appeared on the USA Today bestseller list thirteen times and the NYT bestseller list three times, with the additional honor of charting in the Top 10 across the major eretailers both in the U.S. and internationally.
When she’s not feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools, trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, and cooking impossible-to-be-duplicated ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. A born and raised island girl, she spends her days in Hawai’i chasing after her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and similarly adorable husband (their ringleader).
“My life is . . . complicated.” Jackson broke his gaze away from her. “A relationship would be doomed to fail from the start.”
He sounded genuinely disappointed. Almost wistful. The way her grandmother had sounded years ago when her doctors told her she had to change her diet to cut out sweets, her favorite thing ever.
His eyes found hers again. “Funny thing is that I used to be one of those guys who figured he’d have a kid or two by now. Cute hell raisers who’d help me spoil their mom on Sunday mornings, that sort of thing.” Doting affection filtered into his tone. “And vice versa. A partner in crime who’d help me plan surprises for the kids that would be so stinkin’ adorable that I’d max out the memory on my phone taking photo after photo.”
Good grief, she was pretty sure one of her ovaries just fainted.
Leila had the sneaking suspicion that she was going to fall for this man. Hard. “So because of your secretly complicated life, you only date women who want . . .”
“Sex.” His eyes stayed glued to hers as he dropped the one word like a bomb. “Just sex. At their place, not mine. Occasionally, with lunch or dinner as well, but never breakfast.”
Wow. That was the very definition of just sex, alright.
“That honest enough for you?”
Yep. That worked. Did it settle her curiosity at the moment? Unquestionably. Did it get her to want to widen the number of spaces between them on the game board?
Not so much.
She watched him watch her reaction to his answer, and gave him the smile she knew he wasn’t expecting. Along with the follow-up she knew he really wasn’t expecting. “So you flirting with me earlier was you picking up on some sex-only, no-breakfast-in-bed vibe I have going on?” she teased. “That’s a pretty powerfully accurate gift you got there, Skippy.”
Aaand they were back to standing on the same square on the game board.
“Sunshine, why do I get the feeling you don’t really have a boyfriend?”