CITY OF CHAMPIONS – On sale November 4, 2014
About the book –
In CITY OF CHAMPIONS: Book 2 in The Gateway to Love Series, we learn more about Althea’s best friend Jenna Sutherland, the gorgeous and smart doctor who always plays by the rules. Tragedy and betrayal taught Jenna early on that her safest bet was to fiercely avoid any risk, whether it is in work, life, or love. Now a respected orthopedic surgical resident on the cusp of finally breaking through in her career, she’s more guarded than ever.
When injured NFL quarterback Wyatt McCoy bulldozes into her life there’s no denying he’s cocky, selfish, and downright dangerous—everything Jenna’s sworn she doesn’t want. Suddenly the levelheaded doctor finds herself facing down her greatest fear, and she’s tempted to gamble all she’s fought so hard to build. The two embark on an intense holiday love affair that quickly teeters on obsession, and tempts them both to think they could go all-in on a real future together. Yet Wyatt’s desperation to stay on the field—and out of the operating room—lures him to take dangerous risks with Jenna’s trust.
Will they win at love or lose everything—including their fragile chance at happiness?
“How’d you get into it?”
“Sculpting? Well, I loved art history in college. It was a nice escape from a lifetime of being the next ‘Great McCoy.’ I also have a little sculpting studio here in the city.”
“Ooh, now that I’d like to see. Maybe you can help me make a coffee mug.”
“I’d like that, especially the idea of spending more time with you.”
“Yes, really. Now who’s adorable?” Wyatt teased, kissing her softly.
Jenna ran the fingers of both her hands through his thick, wavy hair, letting the softness of the strands slide across her skin as she pressed her body closer to his chest and wrapped her legs around him again. She could sense the darkness in his heart descending again. Before she would let it take him over, she tugged slightly on the fistfuls of hair in her hands and tilted his head back until he looked directly into her eyes.
He smiled slightly and her heart eased up a bit, sensing he was back with her again. ”Maybe sculpting is your thing. You know, your outlet to improve your game?”
“No, I’ve done it for years, I think you’re what makes me better. Maybe I should sculpt you?” he proposed, steadily running his hands up and down the sides of her upper body. “I’m starting to really like that idea. Get my two favorite things together.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Stand still and do what I tell you. That may be hard for you.”
Jenna leaned down and kissed him deeply. Pulling up, she whispered, “I could probably manage, especially considering I think you’ve done quite a bit of bossing me around so far, Mr. McCoy. You just need to keep up your form of positive reinforcement.”
“I can definitely do that. I bet having a sculpture of you around would make me invincible. Since we got together, I can’t lose. If you’d resisted less in the beginning, I might’ve made the play-offs,” he teased, tickling her waist lightly.
“A couple weeks earlier would’ve made you even better? Come on, please,” she said, laughing and writhing away from his tormenting fingers.
He suddenly stopped moving and held her to him. ”You make everything better, Doc.”
“Wow, how about that? Wyatt sometimes I feel like you get out of bed each day just to find another way to shock me.”
“That’s good, because the person you thought I was…that’s not someone I want to be.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way.”
“But I want to be sorry, Wyatt. I know I was too hard on you. I prejudged you and that wasn’t fair. You make everything better for me, too, you know? So, I want to believe in you.”
“But what if I let you down?”
“I hope you don’t. I trust that you won’t. That’s what believing in someone is all about. But if you do let me down, well, then I’ll stop and consider the situation and where we stand, and then decide what to do.”
“Always so logical, huh, Doc?”
“Unfortunately so. I’ve always been that way.”
“I like it.”
“Oh yeah, logical is so sexy.”
“Everything about you is sexy to me, can’t you tell?” he said, with that cocky smirk back on his face. But it didn’t irritate her anymore. Instead it thrilled her to see that crease in one cheek and sparkle back inside his eyes — each time only for her.
He slid his hands down from her waist and grasped the globes of her bottom with firm hands and pulled her flush against the pressure of his hardening cock.
She giggled slightly and squirmed against him until he groaned.
“I told you — you’re so sexy, Doc,” he whispered. The oddest wave of fear suddenly washed across her out of nowhere, as if with each contented breath she took it brought with it an insecurity and nervousness she couldn’t quite place.
Before she knew it, she asked him, “What if I let you down, Wyatt?”
“You couldn’t do that.”
“Wyatt, I mean it, what if…”
But he kissed her firmly before she could finish her thought and she quickly lost track of all her worries, releasing them from her mind so she could take pleasure in him yet again. As his teeth nibbled her lips, she felt his warm, smooth fingers venture across the skin of her cool chest — a contrast that sent a thrilled shiver down her spine. A rush of air struck her when she watched her damp towel flutter to the floor beneath them.
He reached a hand down, undoing his pants and Jenna lifted her bottom and helped him slide them and his boxer briefs down his legs and onto the floor.
Wyatt teased her opening with two calloused fingers and she squirmed against his touch, already wet and clenching around his fingers. His thumb worked her clit in a tight circle until her arousal was almost painful. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into his face.
When Jenna didn’t feel his mouth on her she opened her eyes and looked at him. His face was twisted with emotion.
“Please don’t change the way you are with me, Wyatt. I can’t bear it if you look at me differently now that you know,” she pleaded, never feeling more aware of her traitorous body than in that moment.
“You’re even more beautiful to me now, Jenna. I promise.”
He leaned down to lick her breasts gently, nibbling on one nipple, then the next. One hand reached up to her head, pulling her mouth to his now upturned face. When their lips met, he used both hands to lift her body and thrust himself into her with potent force.
Jenna cried out at the potent sensation of him fully seated in her body. His hands were everywhere — in her hair, on her breasts, at her waist, teasing the flesh of her nape — but it wasn’t enough. Jenna touched every part of him that she could reach, from the hot corners of his shoulders, to the ridges of his biceps, and the tensing edges of his abdominals.
Their kisses mirrored the movements of their bodies. As their tongues moved in and out of each other’s mouths, Jenna rocked up and down on his rigid length while he arched upward to meet her. His movements became more frantic and out of rhythm as they both gasped heatedly from the passion of the moment.
“Wyatt,” Jenna breathed out desperately.
“Yes, Jenna. Now,” he whispered. He pulled her down against him until they were completely connected, and she could feel a pulsing rhythm inside her as his release entered her. Her body convulsed above him. The sensation was beyond an orgasm, and all she could do was collapse against his chest as her body relaxed into gentle twitches.
Wyatt stroked her hair and rested her face in the crook of his neck. ”Don’t move, belleza. Please.”
“Okay,” she whispered, against the pulse beating at his throat. Jenna closed her eyes and breathed him in as deeply as she could, allowing every inch of her body to melt into his.
About the author –
CHLOE T. BARLOW is a contemporary romance novelist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with her husband and their sweet dog. She is a native Washingtonian that graduated Duke University with a degree in English and Chinese language. She met her husband at Duke and he brought her to Pittsburgh over a decade ago, which she has loved ever since and made her adopted hometown. She also attended the University of Pittsburgh Law School where she continued to be a book-loving nerd. Chloe has always loved writing and cherishes the opportunity to craft her novels and share them with the world. When Chloe isn’t writing, she spends her time exploring Pittsburgh with her husband and friends.