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  Jett

  Nighthawks Series Book Four

  Lisa Lang Blakeney

  Writergirl Press

  LISA LANG BLAKENEY

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  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review.

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  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

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  Contents

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  Introduction

  Before Him

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  After Him

  Bonus Epilogue

  RUSH Sneak Peek!

  The Nighthawks

  Acknowledgments

  Where You Can Find Me

  Book List

  About the Author

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  The Masterson Series

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  The Nighthawk Series

  Sexy & sweet sports romances set in the professional world of football. All standalones.

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  Introduction

  A one-click, wow he’s hot, blind-date romance and big secret love story with the hottest quarterback in the NFL.

  From bestselling author Lisa Lang Blakeney comes a new contemporary football romance between a scorching hot pro quarterback and the woman who hasn’t got the faintest clue who he is.

  A disgruntled pro quarterback with something to prove.

  A broken-hearted pediatrician who’s lost her way.

  An unlikely romance that blossoms out of a chance meeting, a blind date, and one big fat secret.

  Jett and Adrienne are the world’s least likely couple to succeed.

  She’s just suffered through the most heartbreaking night of her life.

  He’s still reeling from the most humiliating game of his.

  Their attraction for each other is palpable, yet they have absolutely nothing in common.

  Neither of them have the time or space in their hearts for love, but when fate continues to push these two together, will they both take the hint and surrender to a future together or does the secret that lies between them threaten their happily ever after before it even starts?

  Before Him

  ADRIENNE

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  I was a fortunate child.

  Raised by two parents who were genuinely in love with each other, it was normal for me to see them laugh, hug and kiss each other all the time. To be clear, they weren’t inappropriately demonstrative in front of me, but they were tastefully affectionate and everyone could see that they truly enjoyed each other’s company and definitely were in love with each other. They were best friends until the day my father died and watching their interaction with each other deeply influenced me. It’s probably why I’ve loved little boys ever since I can remember. I wanted a boy to love me just like my father loved my mother.

  I know… it was a complete setup for failure. Let me give you an example.

  In Kindergarten, I befriended a boy named Brad Hines. He was the funniest kid in school who always wore a super cool Mickey Mouse ringer t-shirt and had chewy fruit snacks in his lunchbox. He often traded me his fruit chews for my red delicious apples, and I knew it had to be because he liked me. Why else would anyone want an apple instead of those yummy candy-like fruit chews?

  It had to be love.

  But if it was love, it confused me.

  Brad would sit next to me on the class carpet squares during music class but never played with me during recess. We traded our snacks during lunch period, but he never ate lunch with me. He cheered me on when we played organized games like Duck, Duck Goose, but he never picked me to be the G
oose. Why wouldn’t he pick me? It made little sense to my five-year-old brain.

  This confusing relationship of ours went on until the end of third grade, when he and his family unceremoniously moved away from New York. They gave the students in the class no heads up about it; so instead I showed up for the first day of fourth grade in my brand new green dress and Brad wasn’t there. That would be the anticlimactic end of our friendship.

  It wouldn’t be until years later that I’d realize how significant the nature of that childhood crush impacted me. As I matured, I realized that Brad only saw me like any other kid in school. I was a classroom friend. That’s it. It was me who completely romanticized the relationship because I desperately wanted to mimic what I grew up seeing.

  But by this time, the damage was done.

  The hurt I felt by his “rejection” of me would take root and become the foundation for all of my relationships with boys and eventually men.

  I wanted them to love me, but their actions confused me. I wanted one to be my best friend, yet I didn’t know how to effectively communicate with them. And most of all, I expected a man to share his deepest secrets with me, yet I didn’t trust them.

  Each relationship failure battered my self-esteem, and so I sought to bolster it with hard work and dedication in other areas of my life. I studied hard, played very little, worked out excessively and slept the bare minimum. Even with all of my professional success though, there was one thing that continued to elude me.

  Love.

  But all of that was about to change.

  The moment I met him.

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  JETT

  It’s game day.

  The fourth quarter.

  And we’re playing our division rivals (Philadelphia) in a brutal game. The rivalry is deep and personal for many on the team and fans in the seats. Players are spitting on each other, saying crude things about each other’s mothers, and my ribs have just been Malachi crunched by two of the biggest defensive backs I’ve ever seen.

  As I catch my breath, my heart is pounding straight through my chest and the abnormal October heatwave we’re dealing with is only exacerbating things. It’s hot as Hades out here, the fans are drunk, and I feel the pressure of having to prove something today more than ever before.

  My name is Jason “Jett” Caraway, and I’m the starting quarterback of the New York Nighthawks. They are the third team I’ve played for in four years in the National Football League, and that ain’t good. A quarterback who moves from team to team this often is a signal to the league and especially to the fans that I’m a problem. A very expensive problem.

  That’s why I need to win this game today. If we win, we’ll be one step closer to clinching the division, but more importantly, I need to prove all of my naysayers wrong. I need to convince New York that they made a wise investment picking me up in the trade and not a foolish decision.

  I can’t even believe that it’s come to this. Not that long ago that I was the number one pick of the NFL draft. Instead of being known as just another quarterback with a powerful arm, every team looking for a quarterback that year also wanted me for my speed and agility.

  I was the complete package.

  A coach’s dream.

  The unicorn.

  That year I was at the top of every team’s wish list, many companies were lined up to give me endorsement deals, and my agent negotiated an obscene amount of money for me, which at the time was an unprecedented contract for a rookie quarterback.

  They discussed my groundbreaking deal on every sports show in the nation; so much so, that veteran players around the league complained. They’d never even met me, but already didn’t like me, saying things like I didn’t deserve the money because I hadn’t proven myself yet. They even said I would ruin the game for everyone if I accepted such an “outrageous” deal.

  The nerve of those has-beens. I was the top dog in collegiate sports and deserved every bit of that money. I had proven myself on the field in college repeatedly. Hell, I have the accolades to prove it. I won my university the big championship and broke two of my school’s records and one state record in passing yards. Who were they to question my worth?

  So I took the deal.

  And yes, after I signed on the dotted line, I flamboyantly spent a lot of my paycheck on cars, houses and definitely on women but I’m young and successful and it’s my right to spend my money however I want to, right? You would think that would be the case, but the press hasn’t always seen it that way. I’ve been the target of blatantly biased reporting ever since my rookie year. The headlines have been brutal.

  Top Draft Pick: Spotted Drunk & Belligerent In Local Bar… Again.

  Extravagant Nighthawk Quarterback Hires A Modern Day Butler

  Caraway Selfishly Vacations With A Kardashian During Training Camp.

  League Admits Caraway Deal Is The Beginning Of A Dangerous Precedent In Professional Sports.

  You Be The Judge: Is Jett Caraway A Golden Boy or Spoiled Boy?

  Things only got worse towards the end of my rookie year. Through hard work and grit, I got our team to the big dance and playing in my first Superbowl. We had to win a lot of tough games in order to get there, but on that day we were outplayed and out-coached, so we lost. It was disappointing and soul crushing. No amount of money in the world would ever change the fact that I got to the Superbowl and lost it in front of millions of people.

  I wasn’t used to losing, and whatever their opinion of my personal life, the fans weren’t used to me losing either. Losing is not in my DNA, but I’m also a realist and understand that losing can sometimes be part of the game. It happens. Which is why I still don’t get to this day, why people only blame me for the results of the game that day?

  They said I choked, but I’ve never choked in a game in my life. They said I wasn’t a good leader but conveniently forgot it was my leadership that got us to the Superbowl in the first place. They said I was selfish and immature, but I showed nothing but respect to my teammates and coaches. I always have. I’m Texas born and bred. We come out of the womb revering our elders.

  The vitriol thrown my way, especially from some of my own teammates shocked and angered me, and because they hurt my feelings, I reacted and asked the front office to be traded but to my surprise they agreed. I was unceremoniously traded to another team who traded me again two years later.

  And now I’m here.

  In a city that doesn’t want me.

  With my previous team, I played under the bright lights under a multi-million dollar dome on brand new turf paid for by the thousands of fans who filled the seats every game, but everything is different with the Nighthawks. We play in an older stadium on real grass under the sun or the stars, rain or shine.

  And the fans are different.

  They’re grittier, tougher and very dedicated to the team. New York is a big football market and has some of the most loyal and toughest fans in the league, even though their ticket prices are probably some of the highest in the nation.

  Unfortunately, those same fans think I’m some sort of selfish, undisciplined, immature, overpaid flop; probably because a picture has been painted through countless media interviews and op-ed pieces that I am. I’m certain that the negativity from the press since my college days has seeped into the consciousness of this entire city.

  They’ve been brainwashed.

  And now they hate me.

  The overall consensus of the fans here is that they wish management would go with our back-up quarterback, Josh Rivera, instead of me. He’s the beloved homegrown veteran from Queens, New York, and I’m the jinxed kid from Texas that nobody believes in.

  So you see what I’m up against, right? They’re all just waiting for me to make one mistake, and then they’ll call for my head on a platter.

  I can’t let today be that one mistake.

  While I may be extremely nervous right now because we’re losing this game in a close score, and I just got the shit knocked o
ut of me, I also realize that today is a great chance for me to show the world what I’m really made of.

  I’m that kid growing up who arrived to practice early and left late. I’m the kid who trained twice as hard as anybody else during the off season to build muscle and increase my accuracy. I’m the kid who lives, eats and shits football. It’s in my blood, and I truly believe it’s my destiny to be the best who ever did it.

  That destiny starts now.

  Two

  JETT

  We’re standing huddled on the sideline, as I give my offense a quick, motivational speech. I’m not sure how well it’s going to work, but it’s my job as quarterback to spur my team to victory.