As a big fan of sports romances, the release of Swagger caught my attention. Liz Lincoln is a new to me author, but this book sounds pretty good. Take a look if you want to read an excerpt as well!
Bree Novak is so close to earning her Ph.D. she can taste it, but she’s supposed to be writing her dissertation, not giving lectures while her advisor slacks off. The semester gets even crazier when veteran tight end Marcus James—Bree’s celebrity crush—enrolls in her “Intro to Physics” class. The man’s even hotter in person than he looks on Sunday Night Football. So why is Bree hoping he drops out? Maybe it’s because Marcus, with his cocky smile and chiseled body, is the ultimate distraction . . .
Drafted out of college years ago by the Milwaukee Dragons, Marcus is taking advantage of a season-ending knee injury to finish his bachelor’s degree. Plus, thanks to a required science credit, he’s also getting to know the geek goddess who teaches physics. With brains and beauty, Bree is living proof that opposites attract. She’s even kind enough to give Marcus extra help with the material, as if she didn’t have anything better to do. And the more time Marcus spends with her, the more he realizes he’s not just crushing on his teacher—he’s falling for her.
Liz Lincoln has been concocting stories as long as she can remember, and from the beginning they involved two people falling in love. When she’s not writing, she spends her time rooting for the UW Badgers and the Green Bay Packers (or yearning for the return of football season), cross-stitching sassy sayings or nerdy characters (Wonder Woman is her favorite), and drinking too much Diet Coke. She lives in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with her husband, two kids, two cats, and a turtle.
Ballantine Group; Loveswept | On Sale: September 18th, 2018 | ISBN: 9780525619833 | Pages 275 | Price: $4.99
First, though, he and Bree had one matter they needed to settle. “Before we head back, there’s something I’ve been wanting to discuss with you.” He had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from smiling and giving himself away. He was trying to look serious.
If Bree’s wide-eyed, startled look was any indication, he’d achieved it. “What’s that?”
“I have major reservations about being taught by someone who apparently holds the massively incorrect opinion that is somehow superior to .”
She stared at him, blinking, like he’d spoken in a foreign language. “I . . .”
“I saw the Rey and Leia figures on your desk.” Somehow he still hadn’t cracked a smile. A small miracle, because he was grinning in his head. “A clear indication of your poor judgment, and I’m not sure I can accept you as an authority on anything.”
She gave him a sarcastic smile and flipped a sloppy Vulcan salute. “Yeah, yeah, live long and prosper. Leonard Nimoy was God. I know. But see, when I was growing up, I was unaware that had kick-ass female characters for impressionable young girls like me to look up to with three older brothers.”
Now he did grin. Something different flashed across her face, then her expression went back to bored sarcasm.
“You’ve never heard of Uhura? Not only a female, but a female of color. Or Christine Chapel? And that’s just the original series. When we were kids, we had lots of choices on .”
“Oh, God. Babe, we’ve died and gone to nerd hell,” Reina said, leaning toward Tomás.
“He’s a football player. He’s not supposed to be a nerd too,” Tomás replied. “Who let this happen?”
Ignoring them, Marcus continued. “You can’t go wrong with Kira, or Dr. Crusher. There’s also Guinan, played by the estimable Whoopie Goldberg. You’ve got—”
“See, all this ignores the fact that my brothers weren’t pretending to be Patrick Stewart or William Shatner,” Bree interrupted. Marcus loved the way her brown eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and indignation. “They were Luke, Han, and Vader. I could either sit in the box they designated as R2-D2 or pick up a squirt gun and be Leia. That’ll make up your mind real quick.”
“That’s absolutely fair. But part of growing up is expanding our minds.” Marcus put his hands on his head, then moved the outward, like his brain was growing. “You know, like I’m doing. You should try it. There are dozens of female role models awaiting your discovery. Captain Janeway. Dax. me some Dax. She’s pretty hot.”
Bree rolled her eyes, but she was grinning now too. Marcus felt revved up in a way he hadn’t in far too long. It had been years since he verbally sparred with a woman he liked. He’d forgotten how fun it was. And how attractive it was when the woman held her own and didn’t back down.
“Kill. Me.” Reina dropped her head onto the table.
“I bet if we leave, they won’t even notice.” Tomás pushed back his chair.
“You two are embarrassing,” Reina said as she rolled backward. “And huge nerds.”
“Whatever. I’ve had to listen to you two argue for hours about Batman versus Iron Man.” Bree stood, stacking her and Marcus’ trash on her tray.
“Iron Man doesn’t need some gadget dude to make all his cool stuff. He’s a fucking genius,” Reina said.
Simultaneously, Tomás said in a gravelly voice, “Batman is motherfucking Batman.”
I think this is a book I want to get my hands on soon! What do you think?