Title: Broken PlayPerfect for fans of Shayla Black and Lexi Blake, the deeply sensual new Birmingham Rebels series introduces an unforgettable team of chiseled football gods—and the daring, provocative games they play behind closed doors.Birmingham Rebels offensive linemen Beau Perez and Cass Zielinski are inseparable, on and off the field. Cass, the captain with the cowboy swagger, is a loose cannon. Beau, the veteran tight end, is cool under pressure. And ever since they were caught on tape in a steamy threesome, their exploits have fueled more than a few tabloid headlines—and naughty fantasies.Marian Treadwell knows all about the video. And now that she’s the Rebels’ new assistant offensive coach, she can’t look at Beau and Cass without picturing their hard, naked bodies—with her pressed in between. Marian would like nothing more than to indulge those impulses, but she knows better than to get too close to her players, a bunch of adrenaline-fueled alpha males who don’t always follow the rules.Just the thought of sharing the gorgeous yet guarded Marian drives Cass wild. At first, Beau isn’t sure she’s right for them . . . and lately, all he desires is a little alone time with Cass to explore their new intimacy. But it’s only a matter of time before Cass breaks through both of their defenses. Because when seduction is the game plan, he always plays to win.Broken Play is intended for mature audiences.
Author: Samantha Kane
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: The Devil's Theif, Tempting a Devil, Devil In My Arms, Cherry Pie
Series: Birmingham Rebels #1
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Calling the Play, Jacked Up, Misconduct: Birmingham Rebels
Published by LoveSwept Source: Publisher
Published: September 1st 2015
Genres: Erotic Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, M/M Erotica, Menage, Romance, Sports Theme
Pages: 235 pages
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Wow!! This book is just freaking hot!! It’s not how I figured it would go, but that’s all right with me! The last chapter was a huge surprise and geez! Did I say how smokin’ hot it is????
This sports story centers around two best friends and teammates, Cass and Beau, on the Birmingham Rebels football team. As best friends they have shared women in the past, but never went beyond being besties themselves-until Marian. Marian is the assistant coach of the Rebels, and ever since meeting them, she’s shook everything up! The boys have their secrets, but so does she.
Marian took the coaching job because she loves football-just not football players so much. After meeting Cass and Beau and all their boyish charms, she’s determined she needs to keep them at a distance. She’s got a huge secret and she can’t look past it. But the feelings for these two men astounds her. They make her want to hear their secrets and tell them hers. But what if she tells them? Will they treat her differently?
Broken Play by Samantha Kane is anything but a typical football sports story. Beau and Cass are not typical players. They see Marian for who she really is and don’t pass judgement. Both give her the respect she needs and deserves. Everybody is always judging people and it’s refreshing to see them do the opposite. A lot has to do with the Rebel team they are crafting together. The team is known as being the armpit of the NFL and the last place to play till you’re out. Each guy on the whole team has some sordid background crap they’ve dealt with. They all want to have a winning team and all know it’s literally their last chance, so they need to make it work. That’s the appeal for me and it tugs at your heart!
And did I mention the jaw-dropping sex?? Talk about needing a cold shower! HOT! HOT! HOT! We are treated to a typical menage that takes on a new life when some white-hot M/M action ensues. Plus the ending? Stellar! Samantha Kane writes this story so well, it feels real. You can feel what the characters are feeling and understand them. They truly are likeable-each in their own way. And when you add in the side characters, I hear them each calling for their own stories to be told! I haven’t been able to stop smiling as write this!
I know I am not done reading about these three yet! And I want more!! Well I am in luck! I am glad this is a series as the Rebel Football team has me smitten and Broken Play, is just the tip of the iceberg! I am counting the days till the next amazing, sexy, and humorous read(with a healthy dose of mind-blowing sex along with it), makes its debut!!!
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Q&A with THE JEEP DIVA
Vanessa: Would you please start by telling us a little bit about yourself?
I live in North Carolina with my husband of almost 20 years and my three kids, ages 15, 11 and 9. And a one year old dog. And two cats. And in my spare time I write. LOL I taught high school History for about 8 years before I started writing full-time, just after my oldest son was born. I grew up in the Midwest and married a Canadian. The rest is history, as they say.
Jacque: What books or authors have inspired your writing?
Kathleen E. Woodiwiss and Jude Devereux were my first romance crushes. I read everything they ever wrote. Then I discovered Lora Leigh and her boundary pushing books, and I sort of tried to combine those influences.
Deb: What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?
I can’t start writing a book if I don’t have a title. The title ties the whole thing together for me. Without one, I’m floundering.
Christina: What do you like to do when you’re not writing?
I like to run, to read, to knit, and am secretly addicted to gossip magazines which I only allow myself to read in waiting rooms and on the Internet. I love iced caramel frappuccinos. And Coke in glass bottles. And chocolate. I like to eat and drink those things. Not the glass bottles, of course.
Pansy: If you could visit any time period and location (past or future) when and where would you go?
I’d go to the future. That probably surprises people since I’ve written so much historical romance. But I’m fascinated by the future and what it will bring in science, medicine, society and culture. I want to know what music will be like in a hundred years. What will people wear? Drive? How long will we live? Will we finally just love one another and give peace a chance? I want to find out.
Gaele: Where do your ideas come from? Do you set out to ‘outline’ a plot and situations, or do you let the characters take you along for the ride, and clean it up later?
A book idea can come from anywhere. I’ve had books develop from songs. CHERRY PIE came from Miranda Lambert’s song The House That Built Me. From my kids’ activities, like a project I’m working on now about a martial arts instructor and a ballet teacher in a small town. And of course from popular culture and current events, like BROKEN PLAY, about an NFL team.
I’m a plotter. I sit down and plot out my books in a screenplay outline, and then I break it down into chapters. For my first four or five books I let the characters take me along for the ride, but I always felt like I was leaving something out, or leaving threads of the story dangling. Then I took a class on screenwriting for authors and it changed everything about the way I write. I write tighter books now, with better plots and character arcs, in my opinion. That being said, nothing is written in stone. I have yet to write a book where a secondary character that was meant to be in one scene hasn’t become a major character that got their own book later. So there is room for change and fun surprises even in a tightly plotted story.
Pansy: Can you tell us about your current work in progress, perhaps you could share a favorite fact or piece of fascinating information about it?
I’m currently plotting the third BIRMINGHAM REBELS book, PLAYER. One of the main characters will be the first black hero I’ve written, and I’m pretty excited about him. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to write contemporary romance, so that I could write more diverse characters. I’m also going to address domestic abuse in PLAYER, but I’m sort of turning that issue on its head because in this book the victim is an NFL player, and the abuser is his girlfriend. It’s a pretty complex story.
Gaele: With all the characters you have created – are there any that you feel need to have another book or series to get their “story told”?
All of them!! LOL But seriously, once “I love you” is said and my characters decide to make it work, their main story is over. I always revisit the characters from previous stories in my books so readers can see how they’re getting on, but I don’t write separate books for them again. I guess that’s one of my quirks. I don’t read series that have multiple books with the same hero and heroine, either. But, I did end my historical SAINT’S DEVILS series without writing a book for one special character, Wiley. I’d like to write his book, and plan to next year if my schedule allows it.
Christina: If you could speak to any one type of animal, what would it be, and what would you ask it?
Wow. Random question. Hmm. *tapping head while thinking* House cats. I’d ask how they have managed to subjugate mankind.
Vanessa: I’m a bit of an author stalker and I love going to signings and conventions. Do you have any upcoming appearances?
I do! I’ve been out of the signing/convention scene for a while, but this coming year I’m going to be at quite a few. Here’s what I’m doing so far:
PHILLY AUTHORFEST King of Prussia, PA 11/14/15 1-4 pm Booksigning.
7TH ANNUAL CREATE SOMETHING MAGICAL CONFERENCE New Jersey 3/19/16-3/20-16 (Liberty States Fiction Writers) I’m presenting a workshop. Includes booksigning.
RT BOOKLOVERS CONVENTION Las Vegas 4/12/16-4/17-16 I’m having a party to celebrate the 10th anniversary of my BROTHERS IN ARMS series. Includes booksigning.
A WEEKEND WITH THE AUTHORS Nashville, TN 5/13/16-5/15/16 Includes booksigning.
ROMANCE WRITERS OF AMERICA ANNUAL CONFERENCE San Diego, CA 7/13/16-7/16/16 Includes booksigning.
Samantha Kane lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children, two boys and one girl. With a master’s degree in American history, she spent seven years as a high school history teacher before becoming a full-time writer and mom.
“Get. In. Here.” Marian spoke in that one-word-sentence staccato that had become so popular on television and that she’d sworn she’d never imitate. Now she knew it wasn’t a choice. She was simply so mad she couldn’t get more than one word out at a time. Beau didn’t argue. He simply slid sideways in through her office door, past where she stood holding it. She started to close it, but a hand grabbed it from
the hallway and pushed it open again. Cass. Of course. “Can’t I even yell at him without your presence?” she asked coldly.
“Nope. Team captain. Got to be here.” Cass turned and closed the door behind him, then leaned against it, his arms crossed, that damn cowboy hat in one hand.
“Fine,” Marian said. “Since you piss me off, too, you can share the punishment.”
“I don’t take punishment,” Cass said, his usual charming smile gone as he gave her a heated stare that made sweat pop out along her spine. “I give it.”
It took Marian a moment to get past the images that flashed through her head at that outrageous claim. “On the field, not in my office,” she said a little unsteadily.
“Anywhere I choose,” Cass told her calmly.
“Maybe I should go,” Beau said from behind her.
Marian jumped and spun around to face him. She hadn’t been paying attention. She couldn’t believe she’d let him flank her like that.
“Settle,” Cass said quietly but firmly. “There’s no threat here.”
“You just made threats,” she countered, backing up until her back hit the wall a few feet off to Cass’s left.
“No,” he said, the charm back in his voice, a sexy little drawl making it sound like Naw. “Those were promises.”
She actually felt a bead of sweat slip down her cleavage, and she shivered.
“Stop it,” Beau said. “You’re scaring her.” She glanced at him and he looked a little sad, his eyes big and golden brown, and soft with some emotion she couldn’t name. Instinctively she knew he wasn’t the threat here, which threw her into confusion. Wasn’t he the one in charge?
“I’m not scared,” she said. It was a knee-jerk reaction, something she’d said so often in the past few years—to others and to herself—that it was second nature.
Cass sort of rolled himself along the wall toward her until he was leaning over her, not quite pressed against her, his hands on either side of her head, one still holding his hat. “Good,” he said, his voice rough and heavy with wanting. “I don’t want you scared.”
She was breathing too fast. “Move your arms,” she said, and she winced at the panic in her voice.
“Cass,” Beau said. She saw his hand on Cass’s shoulder and her heart nearly beat out of her chest. She had to put her hand up to her chest and press against it to make sure it didn’t.
“You know I’d never hurt you,” Cass said softly. He turned and tossed his hat onto the couch, against the opposite wall. Then he dropped both arms to his sides. He didn’t move back, though. He stayed close enough that she could feel his heat and smell his cologne and a hint of his sweat and deodorant and laundry detergent and shampoo, all the things that combined to be Cass’s scent. She hadn’t realized she knew his smell so well. It was an odd thought and made her frown at him. He frowned back. “Don’t you?” he asked.
It took a moment to remember what he’d said. “Yes.” She did know it. But that didn’t make her heart slow down, because she wasn’t afraid of him. She was afraid of herself, and what she’d let him do if she let go.
“Yell at me.” Beau’s soft words were lost in Cass’s gaze for a second and then they sank in.
“I should,” she said, standing straighter and tugging on the hem of her shirt nervously. “What in the hell do you think you were doing out there?” She pushed on Cass’s chest, but he wouldn’t budge, so she stood on tiptoe and glared at Beau over his shoulder.
“Speaking my mind,” Beau said. He walked over and dropped down on the couch, easily within her sight, making sure not to crush Cass’s hat. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been able to do that.”
“So you decide to do it on my watch?” Marian said in a strangled voice. “Gee, thanks.”
“On your watch?” Beau asked, obviously getting angry. “Now you’re my babysitter, too? Jesus, how many do I need?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cass said, turning to glare at Beau, hands on his hips.
“Don’t try to distract me with a lovers’ quarrel,” Marian warned them. “I’m still pissed about Beau’s big mouth.”
Cass slowly swung his head back around and pinned her to the wall with his stare. He had the bluest eyes, and they could go cold and hard as fast as they could turn hot and heavy-lidded. “Lovers’ quarrel?” he asked quietly. Too quietly. Marian tried to slide sideways along the wall, out of his reach.
“That’s right,” she said, full of false bravado. She thought for a second that this must be what the canary felt like before the cat pounced.
Suddenly Beau laughed loudly, a harsh bark that sounded more incredulous than amused. It broke Cass’s stare and Marian quickly moved over to lean against her desk, facing them on more solid ground. “What’s so funny?”
“We”—he gestured between him and Cass—“are not lovers. We’re friends and we fuck women together. That’s it.” He didn’t sound happy about it. Or was he unhappy that people thought they were?
“Beau.” This time it was Cass trying to yank on the leash with a warning in his voice.
“Forget it,” Beau said flatly. “I’ve come out of my shell today. I’m not crawling back in.”