Teardrop Shot, an all-new sexy and angst filled sports romance from New York Times bestselling author Tijan is available now!
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"Wonderful. Amazing! ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL!" - Craves the Angst
SERIES: standalone
AUTHOR: Tijan
AGE GROUP: Adult
GENRE: Romance, Sports Romance
RELEASE DATE: June 24, 2019
PUBLISHER: Tijan
PAGES: Approx. 357
COPY PROVIDED BY: Author
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RATING: 4 Stars!
CLIFFHANGER: No.
BOOK BLURB:
I asked for his criteria for bed buddies–that's the PG version.
He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start.
Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder.
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work.
Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job.
And dumped.
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right?
Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates.
And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did.)
I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.
Teardrop Shot is a 107k standalone with brand new characters.
He swore at me and said he didn’t do groupies. And just like that, our friendship was off to a great start.
Reese Forster was the starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder.
Gorgeous. Cocky. Loved by the nation.
He’s also attending preseason basketball training camp where I used to work.
Correction: where I work again, because I was fired from my last job.
And dumped.
And I might have a tiny bit of baggage, but that’s normal. Right?
Reese and I shouldn’t have become friends. We shouldn’t have become roommates.
And we really shouldn’t have started sleeping together … (Except we did.)
I’m adorably psychotic. He’s in the NBA.
This is not a disaster waiting to happen, at all.
Teardrop Shot is a 107k standalone with brand new characters.
REVIEWER'S NOTE: I received an eARC from the author in exchange for an honest review.
4 Stars!
The Review:
Wonderful. Amazing! ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL!
Story/Characters...
The past few years for Charlie have been heartbreakingly painful. Once happy, it was all taken away by a force she couldn’t fight. When we meet her, she’s just had one more life knockdown. But in the middle of all that brokenness, an old friend appears and takes her back to a part of her younger years where things were less complicated.
At the camp she used to work at, she reconnects with old friends and her past self. She gets some insight and time away, but the hard knocks aren’t through with her just yet. She’s still lost. She’s closed herself off. From people and from feelings. She masks her pain with sarcasm, jokes and offbeat, lighthearted banter. But all of that makes Charlie one of the BEST heroine’s in romance I’ve ever read. I LOVED her personality. She might not have thought so, but she had a strength that was admirable. And she rocked the quirky. This chick... wow, I couldn’t help but follow her down the rabbit hole. She was just that endearing.
When she meets her idol, she’s adorably tongue-tied and spouts the craziest things. But Resse Forster, starting point guard for the Seattle Thunder, has seen crazy, and Charlie isn't it. He’s at the camp to escape his own problems, and the last thing he thought he’d find was something he wouldn’t be able to walk away from. Her pull is undeniable and what starts as an amusing, entertaining friendship, turns into “more” real quick. For both of them. It’s passionate, heartfelt and it invokes feelings in Charlie she thought she’d never feel again.
So what does she do? Read and find out.
This story was AMAZINGLY well told. The subject matter of this book toed a grey line of what should you do, what could you do and how you could have handled such a situation. If written just a little differently, it would have been easy for Charlie’s character to be disliked. But that’s not the case at all. Not even a little. The author handled it BEAUTIFULLY! I LOVED Charlie, so much. She was true to the end. Her happy future was smashed by fate, but as she said, that didn’t stop the feelings or the love and she was true to that all the way through. Even when love presented itself to her again, she was consistent and real.
And Reese? Boy, oh boy, that man was HOT. He was the PERFECT hero. Patient, kind, loving and generous. He had his own issues, and it would have been easy for him to walk away from her baggage, or get jealous and think it wasn’t worth it. But he didn’t. He stayed. He understood. And that’s just what she needed. And did I mention the man was HOT? Cuz, he totally was! His swoon power was off the charts!
Annnnnd, I have to mention, Reese and Charlie’s chemistry was seductive! They were so much fun to read.
The Wrap Up:
This author has a talent for writing unique main characters with a charming supporting cast. They are witty, full of life, sometimes heartbreakingly tragic and sometimes so real, it makes my heart pound while I walk their journey with them. But she always makes them relatable, all the while dealing with issues and situations we can all connect with in some way. Their strength is inspirational. This read was just like that. It was emotional, moving, stirred feelings inside me and had me rooted to my reading chair, anxious to see what happened next. Solid writing (as always), captivating story, fantastic characters and it ended with hope and love flowing off the pages. And laughter. There was much laughter to be had while reading this one.
A must read!
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... Book Excerpt for TEARDROP SHOT by Tijan ...
He came out, all ready, saw me, and shook his head.
Giving him the biggest smile I could muster, I handed over his coffee and dangled my keys. “Let’s go.”
My neighbor was coming home from his night shift at a factory. He was trudging down the hallway when he saw us, lifted a hand in greeting, then stopped. His head shot upright and his shoulders stiffened.
He rotated swiftly on his heels, his eyes wide and bulging. He held up a hand. “Is that—”
“No.” Lying. Another superhero quality of mine. “It’s late, Bill. That’s my brother.”
Reese squashed a laugh and nodded to the guy. “What’s up.” It wasn’t a question, but a greeting, and he hustled me past my neighbor.
I gave Reese a look as we went to my underground parking spot. “He’s going to hammer me later. He’ll know he wasn’t seeing things.”
“He’s a fan?”
“The biggest.”
Reese smirked, meeting my gaze over the top of my car. “Bigger than you?”
We were entering cheesy territory here. We needed to scale it back.
“I have a cardboard cutout of you,” I told him. “In my closet.”
He froze. “You’re joking.”
I was, but now I had to buy one. “Wouldn’t you like to think that.” Settling into my chair, I felt better—more familiar terrain again. “But the funny thing is, next time you come, you won’t know if I was serious or if I bought him after I told you.”
Reese just rolled his eyes, putting the coffees in the cup holders for both of us.
He was looking around as I pulled out of the lot. “This is actually a nice place.”
“The underground parking is nice. The apartment building itself is okay. Nothing great.” I didn’t tell him how the lights in the laundry room would dim, so if I used those machines, I had to prop the door open with a rock. Or how I’d only do my clothes between seven in the morning and nine. Nine was the latest. After that, people were stirring, and there were a few neighbors I wasn’t so sure about.
Reese whistled as I pulled up to departures seven minutes later. “You weren’t kidding. That’s close.”
“And you’ve barely had your coffee.”
He yawned now, blinking a few times. “I’ll grab some inside. You can have it.”
I parked, but didn’t shut off the engine.
“Do not get out,” he warned.
I grinned. “Wasn’t planning on it. We really don’t need to go to that level, with the hugging, would we kiss or not… Too many strings, friend.”
He smiled back, but his eyes had started to smolder a bit. He leaned over, dropping his voice, “I’ll answer one of those questions.” His lips caught mine in a good, firm kiss, one that sent my senses spiraling and stole just the slightest bit of oxygen from my lungs.
I might’ve needed to gather my bearings as he pulled back and grabbed his bag from the back. Before he turned, he gave me a second kiss, this one lighter. “Go home. Go to bed,” he said as he reached for the door. “Text me when you park, and again when you’re inside your place. Humor me. I’m a friend. I can care.”
He was starting to leave, but I tugged on his shirt.
He paused, looking back.
“And after that?” I asked.
“We’re friends. Let’s play it by ear.”
Our gazes held, a shared reminder of the other details in our agreement. I saw his darkening, so I let go. “Okey-dokey. Hope you don’t get mauled.”
He laughed. “It’s too early for that.”
But we both knew the truth. It could happen.
As if reading my mind, he amended, “It’s usually not that bad. If it is—and I don’t think it will be—airport security is good with celebrities here. They’ve got a special room and everything. Plus…” He reached in his bag and pulled out a baseball hat, dragging it low over his eyes and flicking up his hood. “This is pretty incognito.”
His height wasn’t, but I decided to pick my battles. “I’ll expect twenty questions by the time you land.”
He laughed. “Don’t think so. I’m going to be sleeping that whole time, but I’ll text you updates just to annoy you.” He got out, but bent back down, his tone more serious. “Do me a favor? Only take that job if you want it. Don’t take it because you feel desperate. I can loan you money, if anything.”
That wiped all joking aside. “Reese.” Dammit. “I’ll never lose myself in a guy again. Ever.”
“Yeah, but before you didn’t have a friend who could loan you money until you got to a place where you could pick something that actually made you happy.” His eyes flashed a warning. “Now you do. Just think about it. It’s a loan. I’d give one to another friend in the same spot.”
I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled. “Drive safe. I liked screwing you. Let’s do it again and soon.”
“I changed my mind. Get mauled!”
I could hear his laugh as he shut the door and headed inside, his bag over his shoulder. Only a couple guys squinted at him, their heads cocked to the side. He was right. His incognito look really was incognito, but he was still frustrating.
And I was hoping for thesoontoo.
Driving back, my phone kept buzzing.
Reese: Checking in.
Reese: I had to check my bag. It’s too big for a carry-on.
Reese: Two autographs.
Reese: Going up the escalator now.
Reese: At the security line. The guards are cool. They promised not to be angry when Thunder beats the Coyotes.
Reese: Through security.
He knew I couldn’t answer. I was driving.
Reese: I’m at gate A6.
Reese: This is a nice airport. I always forget till I get here.
Reese: I upgraded to first class.
Reese: Coach wants to make sure I get back in time for meetings this morning.
Reese: Still not boarding. Just letting you know.
After parking, I grabbed my phone.
Me: It’s supposed to be questions. Like, if I asked security if I could put a body in my bag, could I still check it? Questions like that. You’re not following the rules.
Reese: Fuck the rules. These are my rules.
Reese: You do questions. I do updates. Deal with it.
Reese: Except now. Are you back at your place?
Me: Yes. Walking upstairs now.
Reese: No updates from you. Well. Yes. Tell me when you get in your place.
I turned down my hallway. Bill’s door opened and his head popped out. His hair was scruffed up like he’d been trying for a Mohawk. “No bullshit. Was that him?”
I was about to break a fellow Reese Forster fan’s heart. “It was my brother.”
He glared. “You’re not fucking with me?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
That was it.
His head went back in, and he slammed his door shut.
Immediately Mrs. Rings yelled from her apartment across the hall. “STOP SLAMMING THE DOORS! EVERYONE FUCKING SHUT IT!”
And her parrot a second later.
“STOP SLAMMING FUCKING SHUT IT!”
And then, “SHUT IT, BORIS!”
And her parrot again, “EVERYONE FUCK IT AND GO TO SLEEP!”
Giving him the biggest smile I could muster, I handed over his coffee and dangled my keys. “Let’s go.”
My neighbor was coming home from his night shift at a factory. He was trudging down the hallway when he saw us, lifted a hand in greeting, then stopped. His head shot upright and his shoulders stiffened.
He rotated swiftly on his heels, his eyes wide and bulging. He held up a hand. “Is that—”
“No.” Lying. Another superhero quality of mine. “It’s late, Bill. That’s my brother.”
Reese squashed a laugh and nodded to the guy. “What’s up.” It wasn’t a question, but a greeting, and he hustled me past my neighbor.
I gave Reese a look as we went to my underground parking spot. “He’s going to hammer me later. He’ll know he wasn’t seeing things.”
“He’s a fan?”
“The biggest.”
Reese smirked, meeting my gaze over the top of my car. “Bigger than you?”
We were entering cheesy territory here. We needed to scale it back.
“I have a cardboard cutout of you,” I told him. “In my closet.”
He froze. “You’re joking.”
I was, but now I had to buy one. “Wouldn’t you like to think that.” Settling into my chair, I felt better—more familiar terrain again. “But the funny thing is, next time you come, you won’t know if I was serious or if I bought him after I told you.”
Reese just rolled his eyes, putting the coffees in the cup holders for both of us.
He was looking around as I pulled out of the lot. “This is actually a nice place.”
“The underground parking is nice. The apartment building itself is okay. Nothing great.” I didn’t tell him how the lights in the laundry room would dim, so if I used those machines, I had to prop the door open with a rock. Or how I’d only do my clothes between seven in the morning and nine. Nine was the latest. After that, people were stirring, and there were a few neighbors I wasn’t so sure about.
Reese whistled as I pulled up to departures seven minutes later. “You weren’t kidding. That’s close.”
“And you’ve barely had your coffee.”
He yawned now, blinking a few times. “I’ll grab some inside. You can have it.”
I parked, but didn’t shut off the engine.
“Do not get out,” he warned.
I grinned. “Wasn’t planning on it. We really don’t need to go to that level, with the hugging, would we kiss or not… Too many strings, friend.”
He smiled back, but his eyes had started to smolder a bit. He leaned over, dropping his voice, “I’ll answer one of those questions.” His lips caught mine in a good, firm kiss, one that sent my senses spiraling and stole just the slightest bit of oxygen from my lungs.
I might’ve needed to gather my bearings as he pulled back and grabbed his bag from the back. Before he turned, he gave me a second kiss, this one lighter. “Go home. Go to bed,” he said as he reached for the door. “Text me when you park, and again when you’re inside your place. Humor me. I’m a friend. I can care.”
He was starting to leave, but I tugged on his shirt.
He paused, looking back.
“And after that?” I asked.
“We’re friends. Let’s play it by ear.”
Our gazes held, a shared reminder of the other details in our agreement. I saw his darkening, so I let go. “Okey-dokey. Hope you don’t get mauled.”
He laughed. “It’s too early for that.”
But we both knew the truth. It could happen.
As if reading my mind, he amended, “It’s usually not that bad. If it is—and I don’t think it will be—airport security is good with celebrities here. They’ve got a special room and everything. Plus…” He reached in his bag and pulled out a baseball hat, dragging it low over his eyes and flicking up his hood. “This is pretty incognito.”
His height wasn’t, but I decided to pick my battles. “I’ll expect twenty questions by the time you land.”
He laughed. “Don’t think so. I’m going to be sleeping that whole time, but I’ll text you updates just to annoy you.” He got out, but bent back down, his tone more serious. “Do me a favor? Only take that job if you want it. Don’t take it because you feel desperate. I can loan you money, if anything.”
That wiped all joking aside. “Reese.” Dammit. “I’ll never lose myself in a guy again. Ever.”
“Yeah, but before you didn’t have a friend who could loan you money until you got to a place where you could pick something that actually made you happy.” His eyes flashed a warning. “Now you do. Just think about it. It’s a loan. I’d give one to another friend in the same spot.”
I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled. “Drive safe. I liked screwing you. Let’s do it again and soon.”
“I changed my mind. Get mauled!”
I could hear his laugh as he shut the door and headed inside, his bag over his shoulder. Only a couple guys squinted at him, their heads cocked to the side. He was right. His incognito look really was incognito, but he was still frustrating.
And I was hoping for thesoontoo.
Driving back, my phone kept buzzing.
Reese: Checking in.
Reese: I had to check my bag. It’s too big for a carry-on.
Reese: Two autographs.
Reese: Going up the escalator now.
Reese: At the security line. The guards are cool. They promised not to be angry when Thunder beats the Coyotes.
Reese: Through security.
He knew I couldn’t answer. I was driving.
Reese: I’m at gate A6.
Reese: This is a nice airport. I always forget till I get here.
Reese: I upgraded to first class.
Reese: Coach wants to make sure I get back in time for meetings this morning.
Reese: Still not boarding. Just letting you know.
After parking, I grabbed my phone.
Me: It’s supposed to be questions. Like, if I asked security if I could put a body in my bag, could I still check it? Questions like that. You’re not following the rules.
Reese: Fuck the rules. These are my rules.
Reese: You do questions. I do updates. Deal with it.
Reese: Except now. Are you back at your place?
Me: Yes. Walking upstairs now.
Reese: No updates from you. Well. Yes. Tell me when you get in your place.
I turned down my hallway. Bill’s door opened and his head popped out. His hair was scruffed up like he’d been trying for a Mohawk. “No bullshit. Was that him?”
I was about to break a fellow Reese Forster fan’s heart. “It was my brother.”
He glared. “You’re not fucking with me?”
“No.”
“Oh.”
That was it.
His head went back in, and he slammed his door shut.
Immediately Mrs. Rings yelled from her apartment across the hall. “STOP SLAMMING THE DOORS! EVERYONE FUCKING SHUT IT!”
And her parrot a second later.
“STOP SLAMMING FUCKING SHUT IT!”
And then, “SHUT IT, BORIS!”
And her parrot again, “EVERYONE FUCK IT AND GO TO SLEEP!”
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About Tijan...
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores.
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