Trying Sophie
by Rebecca Norinne
Dublin Rugby #1
Publication Date: December 6, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Rugby, Sports Romance
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Excerpt
Excerpt
“I’m just stopping in a couple of evenings this week. My mam insisted she needed help decorating for Christmas.”
“Yeah, you don’t want to piss off Colleen,” Cian shuddered. “Anyway, you remember Sophie?” he asked, practically vibrating with excitement. “Sophie Newport?”
His words held an added weight and I wondered why he was being so odd. Next to him, Sophie was blushing and chewing on her lip. As I looked between them, I had the weird sense I was missing something. And then I realized what it was. Sophie hadn’t told Cian we’d been texting and hanging out. But why hadn’t she? Was she ashamed to be friends with me?
“Sophie?”
Misinterpreting my question, Cian shook his head and grimaced. “This is going to be so good,” he said laughing. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d rather not watch you get gutted.”
I turned to Sophie and drank her in.
When we’d been kids, she’d had a golden halo of frizzy hair, but now she wore it in sleek waves that cascaded down her back. I wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through that mane, to wrap it around my fist when I fucked her. What those legs—miles and miles of legs—would feel like wrapped around my waist.
Of course I remembered Sophie Newport. I’d never forgotten her. And since she’d come back, she was all I could think about. Needing to touch her—something I’d avoided doing so far the couple of times I’d seen her—I reached out and clasped her hand in mine. Something snapped and sizzled between us, like when you stuck a battery against your tongue, but this current hissed throughout my whole body.
“Sophie,” I whispered, running my thumb over her palm in slow circles. Her name, spoken quietly so only she could hear it, came out sounding like a cross between a growl and a moan.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips, confirming she felt it too, whatever was happening between us.
When Cian returned, his eyes bounced between us.
“How could I forget Sophie?” I asked, answering his earlier question.
“Yeah, you don’t want to piss off Colleen,” Cian shuddered. “Anyway, you remember Sophie?” he asked, practically vibrating with excitement. “Sophie Newport?”
His words held an added weight and I wondered why he was being so odd. Next to him, Sophie was blushing and chewing on her lip. As I looked between them, I had the weird sense I was missing something. And then I realized what it was. Sophie hadn’t told Cian we’d been texting and hanging out. But why hadn’t she? Was she ashamed to be friends with me?
“Sophie?”
Misinterpreting my question, Cian shook his head and grimaced. “This is going to be so good,” he said laughing. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d rather not watch you get gutted.”
I turned to Sophie and drank her in.
When we’d been kids, she’d had a golden halo of frizzy hair, but now she wore it in sleek waves that cascaded down her back. I wondered what it would be like to run my fingers through that mane, to wrap it around my fist when I fucked her. What those legs—miles and miles of legs—would feel like wrapped around my waist.
Of course I remembered Sophie Newport. I’d never forgotten her. And since she’d come back, she was all I could think about. Needing to touch her—something I’d avoided doing so far the couple of times I’d seen her—I reached out and clasped her hand in mine. Something snapped and sizzled between us, like when you stuck a battery against your tongue, but this current hissed throughout my whole body.
“Sophie,” I whispered, running my thumb over her palm in slow circles. Her name, spoken quietly so only she could hear it, came out sounding like a cross between a growl and a moan.
She closed her eyes and licked her lips, confirming she felt it too, whatever was happening between us.
When Cian returned, his eyes bounced between us.
“How could I forget Sophie?” I asked, answering his earlier question.
SYNOPSIS:
She doesn't date players...
Sophie loves her life: she's travelled the world and lived by her own rules. But when she finds out about her grandfather's heart attack, she drops everything and boards a plane to Ireland. Two weeks, that's the plan. Until one look at her childhood nemesis has her rethinking everything. She's sworn off athletes, but she might just give him a try...
He's the biggest player of all.
Sex and rugby. Those were the only two things Declan cared about, right up until his first love waltzed back into his life. Even as he slept his way through Dublin, he never stopped thinking about her. Never stopped wondering if she thought about him, too. So even though he's never gone after a woman the way he chases down opponents on the field, this time, he won't let her get away.
On the field, he's invincible, but she just might break him.
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