Sunday Spotlight is a feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂
The Goal is the fourth book in the Off-Campus series by Elle Kennedy. It’s Tucker’s book. John Tucker, the roommate that we hardly ever saw but were intrigued by anyway. He was the quiet one, the mysterious one. Of course he was hot. That’s a given. Everyone that lives in that house is drop dead gorgeous and The Goal finally lets us in on just where the hell Tuck’s been since we first met him in The Deal.
I’ve been excited for this book ever since I found out we were getting it. The only downside to this book was finding out that his heroine is the jerk girl that I haven’t liked since meeting her. Still, it’s Elle Kennedy. She knows what she’s about and I have every faith that she’ll redeem Sabrina for me. So even Sabrina couldn’t tamper my excitement for this one.The Goal (Off-Campus, #4) by Elle Kennedy
Series: Off-Campus #4
Also in this series: The Deal (Off-Campus, #1), The Deal (Off-Campus, #1), The Mistake (Off-Campus, #2), The Mistake (Off-Campus, #2), The Score (Off-Campus, #3), The Score (Off-Campus, #3), The Goal (Off-Campus, #4), The Deal (Off-Campus, #1)
Publication Date: September 26, 2016
Genres: New Adult
Add It: Goodreads
Amazon | Barnes & Noble | The Ripped Bodice | Google Play Books
She’s good at achieving her goals…
College senior Sabrina James has her whole future planned out: graduate from college, kick butt in law school, and land a high-paying job at a cutthroat firm. Her path to escaping her shameful past certainly doesn’t include a gorgeous hockey player who believes in love at first sight. One night of sizzling heat and surprising tenderness is all she’s willing to give John Tucker, but sometimes, one night is all it takes for your entire life to change.
But the game just got a whole lot more complicated...
Tucker believes being a team player is as important as being the star. On the ice, he’s fine staying out of the spotlight, but when it comes to becoming a daddy at the age of twenty-two, he refuses to be a bench warmer. It doesn’t hurt that the soon-to-be mother of his child is beautiful, whip-smart, and keeps him on his toes. The problem is, Sabrina’s heart is locked up tight, and the fiery brunette is too stubborn to accept his help. If he wants a life with the woman of his dreams, he’ll have to convince her that some goals can only be made with an assist.
We’re about to witness Tucker’s game and what a game it is. Let’s check out this excerpt, shall we?
I slide my arm along the bar until Sabrina’s essentially standing in the circle of my arms. Her feet are tucked between mine, and if I shift my hips slightly forward, I’ll be able to make the contact my body is dying for. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned in all the years I’ve played hockey, it’s that patience is rewarded. You don’t take an immediate shot when your stick gets the puck. You wait for the right opening.
“I never really wanted it,” I add. “And I think it’s one of those things you have to really want to pursue.”
And then she gives it to me. The opening. “So what do you want these days?”
“You,” I answer baldly.
Two things happen. The lights go out completely and she nearly drops her glass. The jukebox dies out and suddenly the bar seems way too quiet. Around us are a few shrieks of laughter, a few shouts of dismay.
“Keep your pants on, children,” one of the bartenders yells. “We’re going to see what’s going on. Generator should kick in any second.”
As if on cue, a humming noise fills the air and then a dim glow of light illuminates the crowded room.
“You still thirsty?” I ask, stroking the inside of her wrist with long, gentle strokes. Up toward the inner elbow and back down to the wrist. Repeat. Again and again and again.
Her gaze drops to our joined hands and widen as if she just now realizes we’ve been touching for the last ten minutes or so. I lean in close and brush my nose against the outer edge of her earlobe, filling my lungs with her spicy scent.
I could stand here all day. There’s something great about drawing out the anticipation until it’s nearly painful. It makes the release all the more explosive. I have a feeling that sex with Sabrina James will blow my mind.
I can’t fucking wait.
After taking a deep breath, one that pushes her perfect tits into my chest, she eases back—not too far, but enough to create a sliver of distance.
“I’m not into relationships,” she says bluntly. “If we do this—”
“Do what?” I can’t help but tease.
“This. Don’t play dumb, Tucker. You’re better than that.”
A laugh pops out. “Fair enough. All right…” I wave a hand. “Go on…”
“If we do this,” she repeats, “it’s sex only. No awkward morning after. No phone numbers.”
I give her one last caress before releasing her, letting her read into my silence what she needs to. I highly doubt that one time is going to be enough for either of us, but if that’s what she needs to believe tonight, I’m okay with that.
“Let’s go then.”
Her lips curve. “Now?”
“Now.” I moisten my bottom lip with my tongue. “Unless you want to sit here a while longer and keep dancing around the fact that we want to rip each other’s clothes off.”
You know Tucker walked out of that bar like:
Yep. I’m excited for sure!
Giveaway: We’re giving one lucky winner their choice of one of our Sunday Spotlight books. Use the Rafflecopter widget below to enter for one of this month’s features.
Are you as excited for this release as we are? Let us know how excited you are and what other books you’re looking forward to this year!