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• The athletes are all sex-crazed maniacs...As Andie walks the line between rumor and reality, she's forced into the path of Frederick Archibald, a decorated Olympic swimmer and owner of a sexy British accent--too bad he's unavailable in a way that "it's complicated" doesn't even begin to explain.
• The committee passes out condoms like candy...
• The games continue long after the medals have been handed out...
331 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 2, 2016
“When the flame is lit, let the games begin.”
“Are you de devil?” I asked the floating head. “Because I swear I was going to clean up my act really soon.” (…) Is Satan was this handsome, I’d probably be able to handle the eternal damnation business.”
“The sight of him begged a rousing “good heavens” with a polite undertone of “new pair of panties, please”.”
"I was not in love with Frederick Archibald. People do not fall in love overnight. I was merely excited by the idea of Freddie the same way I got excited by two-for-one ice cream sundaes at McDonald's."
“Do you think this thing between us is real? Or is it just part of the magic of Rio?”
“She didn’t know what she wanted, but I knew what I didn’t want to miss.”
“Do you feel how fast your heart is racing? How badly you want me to lean in and drag my lips across your skin?”
“When the flame is lit,let the games begin.”
“I couldn't fault myself for it.I had working lady parts and a pulse,therefore the sight of Frederick Archibald had seemed alluring.”
“I'd wanted to taste madness and I had.It tasted like a hot British swimmer who was currently off the fucking market.”
“We couldn’t make each other promises because there was nothing to promise. We had moments, tiny , stolen moments that felt wrong more than they felt right.”
“I looked up, her smile was back but subdued, hanging at the corners of her mouth, ready to spring free if only someone could unlock it. I wanted to be that person.”
“My wrist hurts,” she said.
“My shoulder hurts,” I said.
“My lips hurt.”
“I think we ought to do it again.”
She laughed. “Obviously.”
“I turned toward the crowd and listened to them shouting my name, I knew that win or lose, I’d done it. I was an Olympian.”
“I was staring at shirtless Freddie, a sight more beautiful than any of the world’s wonders. What was Giza compared to his chiseled, tan six-pack? Who needed the hanging gardens of Babylon when you could have the low-hanging fruit of his loom?”
"I needed her more than I needed my next race. The water was soothing, but Andie lit me on fire."
Freddie's crazy sweet lil sistah Gorgie who I hope to read more of.
Andie's crazy fun best buds Kinsley & Becca who we met in Scoring Wilder
“I was falling for her so bloody hard and so bloody fast that the idea of losingher over a misunderstanding seemed unfathomable.”
To the world, she was Andie Foster, beautiful American girl ready to take on the world. … To me, she was more.
I stood and dragged my hand over her chest and pressed it down against her rapidly beating heart.
“This heart, Andie…”
She let go of her bottom lip and inhaled a shaky breath.
“I want this heart all for myself.”
“Freddie…”
I didn’t give her time to push me away. “This smile. This is what unwound me. I’m powerless when it comes to this smile.”