Whiplash: A Sports Romance

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Contents

 

Title Page

Copyright

Whiplash: A Sports Romance

Bonus Books

Chapter 1: Junior

Chapter 2: Eliza

Chapter 3: Junior

Chapter 4: Eliza

Chapter 5: Junior

Chapter 6: Eliza

Chapter 7: Junior

Chapter 8: Eliza

Chapter 9: Junior

Chapter 10: Eliza

Chapter 11: Junior

Chapter 12: Eliza

Chapter 13: Junior

Chapter 14: Eliza

Chapter 15: Junior

Chapter 16: Eliza

Chapter 17: Junior

Chapter 18: Eliza

Chapter 19: Junior

Chapter 20: Eliza

Chapter 21: Junior

Chapter 22: Eliza

Chapter 23: Junior

Chapter 24: Eliza

Chapter 25: Junior

Chapter 26: Eliza

Chapter 27: Junior

Chapter 28: Eliza

Chapter 29: Junior

Chapter 30: Eliza

Chapter 31: Eliza

Chapter 32: Junior

Epilogue

Bonus Book: Bodyguard

Bonus Book: Untouched

About the Author

Also by Tabatha Kiss

Copyright

WHIPLASH:

A SPORTS ROMANCE

 

 

TABATHA KISS

Copyright © 2016 by Tabatha Kiss

All Rights Reserved.

 

No part of this book may be reproduced in any form

without written permission from the author.

 

This is a work of fiction intended for mature audiences only.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

All characters detailed within are eighteen years of age or older.

No characters engaging in sexual acts are blood-related.

 

WARNING:
This novel contains explicit descriptions of

erotic and sexual acts that some may find offensive,

including perverse adult language.

Reader discretion advised.

 

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WHIPLASH:

A SPORTS ROMANCE

 

BY TABATHA KISS

 

 

If I’m a player…

Then she’s the coach.

 

ELIZA

 

My dad doesn’t want me socializing with the team.

But I’ve never been much of a daddy’s girl.

 

Junior Morgan thinks he can flash a wink and get me in his bed.

I won’t make it so easy for him.

 

Sorry, quarterback. You want me?

You’re gonna have to earn it.

 

Let’s play.

 

JUNIOR

 

The new coach doesn’t want the team involved with his daughter.

But I’ve never been one to follow the rules.

 

Eliza Pierce thinks she’s won her little game.

I’m not giving up so easy.

 

Sorry, honey. I know what I want.

You have no idea who you’re playing with.

 

Bring it on.

 

A handsome playboy. The coach’s forbidden daughter.

College football’s Most Valuable Player has met his match!

 

After
Whiplash
, please enjoy

two free bonus reads:

 

Bodyguard
and
Untouched

 

Whiplash
ends around 40%

 

Thank you for reading!

 

xoxo

TK

 

 

 

 

 

 

SEPTEMBER

 

Chapter 1

Junior

 

“Cary Pierce?!”

Ty nods, his eyes never leaving the road in front of us. “That’s what I heard.”

I blink, forcing my vision to focus but my head still spins. “No way. That’s impossible.”

“Before he retired, he said he’d like to coach a college team.”

“Most professionals say that on their way out,” I argue. “They usually don’t. There’s no way
Cary Pierce
is our new coach. Why would he even bother with a shitty school like ours?”

Ty grins and tilts his head, taking his eyes off the road for several dangerous seconds to glare at me. “Wanna bet?”

I’ve known Ty for two years now, ever since our freshman year. This is his
gotcha
face; his
I know something you don’t know
face.

“What do you know?” I ask.

“Make a right turn,”
his phone speaks, highlighting an upcoming road on the GPS map.

Ty barely slows down in time and makes a hard right turn. The car lurches and my guts shift as I grip my seatbelt a little tighter.

“I know,” he begins, “that my cousin, the real estate agent, just sold a big house just outside the city —” he points the map, “
this big house —
and had to sign a non-disclosure agreement before he met his client.”

I pause. “Really?”

He nods. “But we went out for drinks last night and he said he’d fucking kill to be
in my cleats
right now because our new coach is a retired,
four-time pro football champion—

“You are so full of shit, dude,” I scoff.

“Hey…” He holds up his hands and the wheel curves gently left, sending the car along with it. “Don’t believe me if you want but you’re gonna be sucking my dick later.”

“Just watch the road, man,” I urge, shifting in my seat to get a little more comfortable.

A suit and tie isn’t usually my style but the invitation the team received insisted on us looking our best to meet the new coach in order to pay respect to the last one — Marty Duncan. He’d been the university football coach for the last two decades until he finally keeled over last week — just two weeks before the first game of the season. The gentle, relieved sighs of the school board could be heard throughout campus for days as they celebrated the idea of bringing in some new blood after begging him to retire for years.

But
Cary Pierce
blood? Not a fucking chance.

Still, a bit of doubt seeps in as we round the dirt corner and the house comes into view. Scratch that — it’s not a house, it’s a damn mansion with a large, black gate surrounding it.

“Holy shit,” I say. “I didn’t even know this was out here.”

“Me neither,” Ty mutters.

We come to a stop at the front gate where a security guard emerges out of nowhere. He grins at us as Ty rolls down his window, flashing a pair of old, stained teeth. “Welcome, boys!” he greets. “Come to meet the new coach?”

“Yeah,” Ty says, scavenging into his back pocket for his invitation. He holds it out and the man waves us through.

“Have fun!”

The gate slides open slowly, adding even more annoying anticipation towards finding out who this mysterious new coach is. As Ty drives forward, his smug grin dances a little more on his face. Could he be right? Could we be driving towards professional football royalty right now?

I shake the thoughts away. We’re smack in the middle of a damn fly-over state. Cary Pierce is from New York City and he probably retired there as well, along with his millions.

“Whoa-o-o!” Ty laughs as we swing into the circle drive. His eyes flash around, taking in the perfect lawn and the huge fountain at its center.

Even my jaw sags a little. I grew up about a half a block from the bad part of town in a neighborhood that pretended to be nicer than it really was. My family got by just fine but never in a million years did I think I would ever step foot in a place as nice as this.

A man in a vest charges down the front steps and meets us at the end of the drive, signaling for Ty’s keys as we climb outside.

Ty passes them off, his grin stretching out even longer. “Valet parking,” he remarks, staring at me.

“It’s
not
Cary Pierce’s house, man,” I say, although I’m not even sure what to believe anymore. The valet drives off and I chuckle. “For all you know, that guy just stole your car.”

“Pfft,” Ty laughs. “Joke’s on him. Thing ain’t worth shit. He did me a favor.”

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