{"id":11937,"date":"2014-09-09T02:00:13","date_gmt":"2014-09-09T06:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/theseasonforromance.com\/wordpress\/?p=11937"},"modified":"2014-09-09T02:00:13","modified_gmt":"2014-09-09T06:00:13","slug":"the-hook-up-spotlight-excerpt-giveaway","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smittenbybooks.com\/blog\/2014\/09\/09\/the-hook-up-spotlight-excerpt-giveaway\/","title":{"rendered":"\u2606 The Hook Up Spotlight, Excerpt & Giveaway \u2606"},"content":{"rendered":"

What a great book! I just adored it. And I’ll be the first to admit I fell for the hero, Drew. I’ll be posting my review of THE HOOK UP<\/strong><\/a> in the next week or so. It’s definitely one of my Top Picks for September<\/strong>.<\/p>\n

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The rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all\u2026 No falling in love<\/b><\/p>\n

Anna Jones just wants to finish college and figure out her life. Falling for star quarterback Drew Baylor is certainly not on her to do list. Confident and charming, he lives in the limelight and is way too gorgeous for his own good. If only she could ignore his heated stares and stop thinking about doing hot and dirty things with him. Easy right?<\/p>\n

Too bad he\u2019s committed to making her break every rule\u2026<\/b><\/p>\n

Football has been good to Drew. It\u2019s given him recognition, two National Championships, and the Heisman. But what he really craves is sexy yet prickly Anna Jones. Her cutting humor and blatant disregard for his fame turns him on like nothing else. But there\u2019s one problem: she’s shut him down. Completely.<\/p>\n

That is until a chance encounter leads to the hottest sex of their lives, along with the possibility of something great. Unfortunately, Anna wants it to remain a hook up. Now it\u2019s up to Drew to tempt her with more: more sex, more satisfaction, more time with him. Until she\u2019s truly hooked. It’s a good thing Drew knows all about winning.<\/p>\n

All\u2019s fair in love and football\u2026Game on<\/b><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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My mother once told me that the most important moment in my life wouldn\u2019t be when I won the National Championship or even the Super Bowl. It would be when I fell in love.<\/p>\n

Life, she insisted, is how you live it and who you live it with, not what you do to make a living. Given that she told me this when I was sixteen, I basically rolled my eyes and worked on practicing my pass fakes.<\/p>\n

But my mother was insistent.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll see, Drew. One day, love will creep up and smack you upside the head. Then you\u2019ll understand.\u201d<\/i><\/p>\n

My mom, it turns out, was wrong in one regard. Love, when it came for me, did not creep. No, it walked up to me, bold as you please, you know, just in case I wasn\u2019t paying attention. It did, however, slap me upside my head.<\/p>\n

And while I\u2019d be happy to tell my mom that she was right about that, she\u2019s dead. A fact that hurts even more now that I\u2019ve been struck down. More like shot down. Cut off at the knees. Totally fucked. Whatever you want to call this disaster. Because the object of my affection hates me.<\/p>\n

I am man enough to acknowledge that the cluster fuck that is my current love life is entirely my fault. I wasn\u2019t prepared for Anna Jones.<\/p>\n

I still cringe at the memory of when I first laid eyes on her at the beginning of the semester. Being late for class, I\u2019d rushed to a seat in the back row, and was trying to remain unnoticed. I can\u2019t go anywhere on campus without getting attention. And though it sounds like an awesome thing, it gets tiring.<\/p>\n

When the roll call reached the back row, a soft voice, rich and thick as maple syrup, slid over me.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnna Jones.\u201d<\/p>\n

Just her name. That was all she\u2019d said. It was like a hot finger stroking down my spine. My head snapped up. And there she was, so fucking pretty that I couldn\u2019t think straight. I might as well have been sacked.<\/p>\n

Breathless, my head ringing, I could only gape. I\u2019m not going to say it was love at first sight. No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I\u2019ll have that. With a helping of right-the-fuck-now on the side.<\/p>\n

Thinking maybe I was overtired and simply overreacting to something that wasn\u2019t really there, I stared at Anna Jones and tried to make sense of my extreme reaction.<\/p>\n

As if feeling my gaze, she\u2019d turned, and fucking hell\u2026 Her eyes were wide, almost cat-like, with the corners tilting up just a bit. At first, those eyes appeared brown, but they were really bottle green. And so clear. And annoyed. She glared at me. I didn\u2019t care. One word was playing a loop in my head: mine.<\/p>\n

I don\u2019t remember the rest of the class. I watched Anna Jones like a condemned man getting his last view of the setting sun. While she tried to ignore me. Admirably.<\/p>\n

The second class ended I shot up, and so did she. We nearly collided in the middle of the aisle. And then it all fell to shit.<\/p>\n

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