Hook Shot: A Hoops Novel by Kennedy Ryan

Hook Shot, a deeply emotional standalone set in the worlds of

professional basketball and high fashion from Kennedy Ryan,

is available now and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

 

"Kennedy Ryan weaves prose like a magician (or voodoo priestess) without sacrificing heat or page-turning angst to create authentic, living, breathing characters you want to root for to the end. Hook Shot is simply beautiful."

-- Emma Scott, Bestselling Author

 

Title: Hook Shot

Series: Hoops, #3

Author:  Kennedy Ryan

Genre: Sports Romance

Release Date: March 26, 2019

 

A deeply emotional standalone romance set in the worlds of professional basketball and high fashion. 

Divorced. Single dad. Traded to a losing squad.
Cheated on, betrayed, exposed. 
My perfect life blew up in my face and I'm still picking up the pieces.
The last thing I need is her.
A wildflower. A storm. A woman I can't resist. 
Lotus DuPree is a kick to my gut and a wrench in my plans 
from the moment our eyes meet.
I promised myself I wouldn't trust a woman again, 
but I've never wanted anyone the way I want Lo. 
She's not the plan I made, but she's the risk I have to take.

A warrior. A baller. The one they call Gladiator.
Kenan Ross charged into my life smelling all good, looking even better and snatching my breath from the moment we met. 
The last thing I need is him.
I’m working on me. Facing my pain and conquering my demons.
I've seen what trusting a man gets you.
I. Don't. Have. Time. For. This.
But he just keeps coming for me. 
Keeps knocking down my defenses and stealing my excuses 
one by one.
He never gives up, and now...I'm not sure I want him to. 

 

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Hook Shot: A Hoops Novel
by Kennedy Ryan © 2019

After talking to Kenan for the last few minutes, and looking under his hood, so to speak, I’ve found that he’s a classic. They don’t make them like him anymore, and if I don’t change the subject, change the course of this conversation, I’ll fool myself that we don’t have to keep things simple and that we could be more than just friends, not just for the summer, but for a long time to come. As long as I’d like.

“Okay,” I say, switching gears without a clutch and pulling a tie off another of Amanda’s racks. “I think that shirt could work really well with this tie.”

He doesn’t look at the tie I’m holding up, but keeps his eyes fastened on me. He’s not playing along. I’ve boxed myself into a corner with him. And the quarters are too tight. His scent. His warmth. His intelligence. His thoughtfulness. He is pressing in on me, overtaking my good intentions in all the ways I never thought a man could.

“Try this on,” I say, blindly shoving the mint green shirt at him.

When I look at him, he’s already peeled one shirt off and is reaching for the one I chose. I didn’t think this through. Didn’t forecast that Kenan changing from one shirt into another would mean his naked chest. I lose my train of thought and all my chill. Besides my mouth dropping open at the sight of the sculpted terrain of his chest and abs, I give no other indication that he affects me. Taut, bronze skin stretches across his broad shoulders like supple canvas pulled over a frame, the foundation of a masterpiece. He’s a big man. Not bulky, but instead chiseled to the specifications of a master sculptor: arms roped with muscles, biceps like rocks under skin glowing with health. The forearms Chase raved about are lined with veins and sinew. And I die for a great chest. I’ve never seen one more spectacular than Kenan’s.

Two words.

Male. Nipples.

Jesus, my mouth is literally watering at the thought of tasting them, sucking them, licking them. And if that pectoral perfection weren’t enough, the two columns of muscles, four each, are stacked over his lean stomach arrowing down to a narrow waist and hips. I can’t look away. I lick my lips, imagining how he would feel under my mouth. How I’d lick around his nipples and drag my tongue down that shallow path bisecting his abdominal muscles. I’d slip that belt off and sink to my knees. Unzip those pants and take him out. God, hold him in my hands and then take him all the way to the back of my throat. I’d choke on him. A man this big . . . I’d be so tight around him.

“Lotus,” Kenan says, jarring me from my torso trance. “Should I go ahead and put this shirt on? Or did you need a little more time?”

I snap a glance up to his face, embarrassed to find him laughing at me. Oh, God. I’m as bad as Amanda. I turn to leave, but he catches my elbow with a gentle hand and turns me back around, walking us behind two of the racks. He bends until he’s almost eye level with me.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says, searching my face intently. “I’m glad you like my body.”

“I didn’t say I . . .” My words trail off at his knowing grin. “Okay. So you have a nice body. I work in fashion. Do you have any idea how many great bodies I see on a daily basis?”

“I’m sure many,” he says, his smile still firmly in place. “I can’t speak for any of them, only for the way you looked at me.”

“And how do you think I looked at you?” I ask defensively, forcing myself not to look away.

In the quiet that follows, his smile fades, and heat replaces the humor in his eyes. “You looked at me the way I bet I’ve looked at you every time you walk into a room,” he says, the timbre of his voice rolling over my sensitive skin like a caress. “Like I would eat you if I could. Head to toe, everything in between.”

“Kenan,” I protest, closing my eyes on a groan. “We said friends. We said simple. This is not how you start a simple friendship.”

His large hand cups my jaw and lifts my chin. I open my eyes, blinking dazedly at him. I wasn’t prepared for how his touch makes me feel. How I instantly crave more of it; want to lean into the warmth; to turn and trace his lifeline with my tongue. Tell him all the things I could discover just from reading his palm and looking into his eyes.

How can such a large hand feel so gentle, like it’s capable of treasuring, cherishing?

“Okay, Lotus,” he says, regret and reluctance woven around my name. “Simple. Friendship.”

 

 

Hook Shot (Hoops, #3)Hook Shot: A Hoops Novel by Kennedy Ryan
Rosa's rating: 5 iScream Cones!

"One kiss," I agree, like I wasn't about to give him the cow, the milk, and the whole damn farm."

I know I've probably said this before, but this is my favorite book in the series...until the next one. I can't get enough of Kennedy Ryan's ballers. Nor can I get enough of her amazing female characters. She does such an excellent job of shining a light on tough subjects in a way that pulls my heartstrings and opens my eyes. She brings awareness and all the feels.

Kenan has enough to deal with in his life, the last thing he needs is to risk everything again. He's been through hell in his marriage and in the media. Every bad thing that he wants to forget is forever available at the click of a button for anyone to see...even his daughter. He can't turn back time or shelter her from the storm, but he wishes he could.

Lotus is my latest girl crush. I adore her sass and admire her strength. She's trying to ignore Kenan, he's the last thing she needs in her life. But, her body doesn't agree. It takes notice every time he ends up in the same room with her. And, by the way, why does that keep happening? She tries to avoid him like the plague because she knows she won't be able to resist him.

"Damn. He should never be allowed to wear white. The contrast with his skin...it's too much. It should be outlawed. I'm already mentally drafting my letter to Congress."

This story has everything from A-Z. Attraction. Basketball. Betrayal. Crazy. Danger. Fear. Fashion. Love. Laughter. Lust. Lies. Loss. Music. Pain. Passion. Tragedy. Zippers. I devoured this beautiful tale, loving every journey the author took me on as she weaved her web of word magic. Hook Shot has earned a spot on my #Favorites shelf, right next to the others in the Hoops series. I'm not sure if there will be more, but I met some amazing support characters that I'd love to spend more time with. The line forms here...

 

 

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A Top 25 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy Ryan writes about women from all walks of life, empowering them and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own destinies. Her heroes respect, cherish and lose their minds for the women who capture their hearts.

She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine and Frolic, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Atlanta Autism families, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as an advocate for families living with autism.

 

 

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