Introducing Trevor Wyatt
How does one introduce a legend?
I guess you just say “World, meet Trevor Wyatt. Trevor, meet the world.”
When I first met Trevor he was standing behind the counter of an old shoe store in New York City. His back was to me and so I guess you could say, I met his backside first. And oh what a backside it is.
But as I learned more about this man that my heroine immediately recognized I couldn’t help but be a little in awe of him. First because JJ assures me he’s “a god in the football world.” That means little to this football newb, but I could definitely admire his raw masculinity, not to mention power. But then because I realized he’s this wealthy guy working in a shoe store to help out a family member. And as his deeper secrets are revealed, I plain out fell hard for him. He’s really something else. And just when I think I know all his secrets, I learn a new one.
And did I mention, he kinda resembles a young Chris Hemsworth? Yeah. He puts the O in Yumm-o.
Here’s a little sampling to whet your appetite. But be warned, the advisory on this book states that you must keep a glass of ice water handy. You’ll thank me later.
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Straightening her spine, she reached for the door handle and pulled. JJ didn’t know what she expected to find in the shoe store. Obviously shoes, but certainly not the gorgeous salesman behind the counter.
He stood with his back to her, a phone pressed against his right ear. He was tall with broad shoulders and plenty of chiseled muscle filling out the navy t-shirt and well-worn jeans.
Staring is rude, her mother’s voice whispered through her mind. JJ knew that but she couldn’t help herself.
There was something familiar about the man and she found it nearly impossible to tear her gaze away. Those muscles made her tingle in some very important places and it’d been a long time since her body had reacted so strongly, so quickly. There was no denying the increased heart rate, the sweaty palms, the way her knees trembled or her breasts tightened.
Stopping next to a display of walking shoes and she forced herself to look at the colorful laces and take a deep breath. The scent of synthetic material and rubber soles was thick in the air.
Where did she know him from? A covert glance from the corner of her eye let her take in his profile. Holy smokes. At this rate she’d need a glass of ice water before he even turned around.
As if she’d called his name, whatever it was, he hung up the phone and turned toward her. JJ bit back a gasp as she took in the golden blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. She’d know that handsome face anywhere…his strong jaw, full lips, and that sexy dimple in his cheek.
Trevor Wyatt was only one of the best looking men to have ever played in the NFL.
