be a player, but this stud’s not shooting blanks.
stunning women throw themselves at me,
night into an eighteen-year paycheck.
on the line to throw it away for one night of pleasure.
basketball is my first priority.
familiar face shaking her pom-poms on the sidelines,
a fiery plane crash ripped us apart,
when Eden Evans stole my heart.
ready to give it right back to her.
man who comes with groupies.
a father, I’ve seen the toll fame takes on a marriage.
is a guy with more Twitter followers than Justin Beiber.
dribbles his way back into my life,
for the sexy baller with his eight-pack abs
stick shows an unmistakable plus sign,
on the line.
With a secret baby on
the way, will Nick realize that having the home court advantage is what
he’s wanted all along?
The Baller’s Secret Baby was not at all what I expected. I’ve read a lot of these secret baby romances and other similar tropes and truthfully, the writing isn’t always good and the books seem rushed. Not the case with this one! I was pleasantly surprised with this one.
Eden and Nick have known each other all their lives, but after the simultaneous deaths of their fathers, they were separated. Eden’s mother moved her to Texas and Nick stayed in California with his mother and siblings. Now, Eden is a physician and a professional cheerleader for a professional football team. Nick is a professional basketball player, one of the top in the league. Nick sees her and old feelings are rekindled. He arranges a meeting and the two fall back into their previous feelings. After a night together, Eden ends up pregnant. She doesn’t tell Nick, because of his previous reputation as a player and she doesn’t want to mess with his career. Nick finds out due to his meddling sister and from there, they find their way back to each other.
I liked the characters. Nick was strong, but not alpha, romantic and fun. Eden was awkward, careful and sweet. Nick’s siblings are a hot mess, but hysterical and his mother? Lord his mother! She is a hoot.
This sweet book gives you a great story and a sweet, romantic happily-ever-after.
“To old friends,” she repeated and clinked her glass against mine. “I probably shouldn’t be drinking this.”
“Why is that?”
Then she told me about the scrutiny she was under from the cheerleading director of the Scorpions.
“I hear you. I don’t drink much during the season myself, but tonight seems like a special occasion.”
“Oh, it is. I agree with you! And I am having the fish.”
“You are. What a good girl.” I wanted to offer to help her work off some of the calories later, but I behaved myself and only thought it.
She giggled. “Okay, so I have a question.”
She smiled before continuing. “I heard these girls talking about how you have bunnies… What does that mean?”
It was my turn to smile. “It’s like saying someone has hops—like they can jump.”
Her face lit up. “Oh, so it’s like how Charles Barkley calls you Air Apparent because you can dunk so well.”
“Yes, exactly like that.”
“How do you do it—dunk I mean?”
I shrugged. “Practice. Lots of practice.”
“Well, that’s a relief. I was afraid they were talking about Playboy bunnies.”
We both laughed.
“Not quite. I steer clear of that place.”
“The Playboy Mansion?”
“Yeah. That scene is a trap for guys like me.”
“In what way? Seems like guys like you would love that sort of, ahem, environment.”
“Nah. Maybe if we could stay incognito, but once people recognize you, know you’ve got money, they all want one thing from you.”
“And I’m guessing it’s not your hops?”
“Nope. Everybody wants a payday, a piece of you. When you’ve got money you can’t trust anyone.”
She shook her head. “Especially if you’re famous. I do well with my medical business, but it’s not the same.”
I stood corrected. Damn, I needed this girl. She brought me back down to Earth.
Taking her hand across the table, I held it, the warmth of her skin felt so good in my hand that for a moment I forgot all the outside pressures, the untrustworthy people and the users in the world. Everything else melted away and it was just me and Eden, who’d known me when I was a boy. The girl who was my friend before I became a household name or signed my first contract for millions. When it was just us blowing bubbles during the hot summer days and chasing fireflies at night.