Check out this exclusive excerpt from Illegal Contact by Santino Hassell, which is being released August 15!
About ‘Illegal Contact’ by Santino Hassell:
The rules of the game don’t apply off the field in this first Barons novel.
New York Barons tight end Gavin Brawley is suspended from the team and on house arrest after a video of him brawling goes viral. Gavin already has a reputation as a jerk with a temper on and off the field—which doesn’t help him once he finds himself on the wrong side of the law. And while he’s been successful professionally, he’s never been lucky when it comes to love.
Noah Monroe is a recent college grad looking for a job—any job—to pay off his mounting student debt. Working as Gavin’s personal assistant/babysitter seems like easy money. But Noah isn’t prepared for the electrifying tension between him and the football player. He’s not sure if he’d rather argue with Gavin or tackle him to the floor. But both men know the score, and neither is sure what will happen once Gavin’s timeout is over…
‘Illegal Contact’ by Santino Hassell exclusive excerpt:
I found Gavin bench-pressing something that probably added up to twice the weight of my entire body. He was wearing nothing but tiny compression shorts again, and I had a hard time not staring at his thick thighs and the bulge between them. He was sweaty and his eyes were closed, earbuds jammed into his ears.
Several times I started to speak and stopped again. He wouldn’t hear me, anyway. So, I waited. And waited. Feasting on the sight of his powerful body and ultimately feeling like the worst kind of pervert for doing so. When a full minute went by, I had to walk away. If he opened his eyes and found me staring down at him, he’d either be startled or creeped out. Rightfully.
I wandered around a gym that was likely the size of my apartment, and stopped in front of a system of straps that were attached to the ceiling. I had no idea how someone worked out with such a device. Maybe it was a sex thing.
I picked up one of the straps and tested the strength, thinking of all kinds of fun stuff two guys could do while one was restrained, and jumped when a big hand fell on my shoulder.
“Wanna use it?” I dropped the strap and spun around to find Gavin well into my personal space.
He was flushed and glorious, reeking of sweat. I was enough of a scent hound for that to turn me on.
“I don’t even know what it is.”
“Why isn’t that surprising?”
“You don’t look like you work out much.”
My jaw dropped. “Wow. Thanks a lot.”
Gavin scoffed. “Don’t get all offended, baby. I’m just saying you’re not a gym rat like me.”
“Dude, no one is a gym rat like professional athletes. It’s your job.” There was a flicker of surprise in Gavin’s face at that. Maybe he hadn’t expected me to start taking him seriously, but it was hard not to when he was so life-or-death about food and fitness. “Although I will say, you walking around mostly naked is starting to give me a complex. I feel pathetic in comparison.”
Gavin’s eyes swept over me. Once. Twice. Then he snapped out an arm too fast for me to evade and squeezed my side. It wasn’t sexual in the least, but his hands were so fucking big.
“You’re too skinny,” he concluded. “Gain twenty pounds.”
“I’m not dedicated enough to gain twenty pounds and have it turn into . . .” I pointed at his sculpted chest. “That.”
“I’ll be your trainer.” Gavin grabbed a towel from a rack by the wall and wiped his face. “Whip you into shape.”
“Are you that invested in me getting swole?”
He made a face. “Don’t say ‘swole.’ You sound like an asshole. And no. You’re good the way you are.”
I was good or I looked good? The difference in those two were endless.
“But we’ll have every night together soon. May as well put it to good use.”
Getting sweaty with Gavin every night for six months was not what I’d call good use if we were doing it in the weight room. And holy shit, I needed to stop lusting after him. STAT.