Friday, January 22, 2016

The Baller by Vi Keeland: Book Tour Review, Excerpt & Giveaway


Blurb:

The first time I met Brody Easton was in the men’s locker room.
It was my first interview as a professional sportscaster.
The famed quarterback decided to bare all.
And by all, I don’t mean he told me any of his secrets.
No. The arrogant ass decided to drop his towel, just as I asked the first question. On camera.
The Super Bowl MVP quickly adopted a new hobby—screwing with me.
When I pushed back, he shifted from wanting to screw with me, to wanting to screw me.
But I don’t date players.
And it’s not because I’m one of the few women working in the world of professional football.
I’d date an athlete.
It’s the other kind of player I don’t date.
You know the type. Good looking, strong, cocky, always looking to get laid.

Brody Easton was the ultimate player.
Every woman wanted to be the one to change him.
But the truth was, all he needed was a girl worth changing for.
Turned out, I was that girl.
Simple right?
Let’s face it. It never is.
There’s a story between once upon a time and happily ever after…
And this one is ours.





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Review by Michelle:

I have the biggest, cheesiest, dreamiest smile on my face right now. Why? Because I just finished The Baller by Vi Keeland and adored every second of it! Brody Easton has got to be the most irresistible, charismatic, lovable a-hole ever and I'm pretty sure I'm in love!

If adorably arrogant is really a thing, it would describe Brody Easton to a T. Endearingly overconfident? Delightfully cocky? Charmingly full of himself? Yes, yes, and yes. Brody Easton is one heart-melting, panty-dropping, drool-inducing, swoon-worthy, devilishly delicious bad boy with an ooey gooey center. Quick witted and overtly antagonistic, yet powerfully magnetic and exceedingly considerate, Brody may be an arrogant ass on the outside but he is all warm and fuzzy sweetness inside that is sure to charm the pants right off of you once unleashed.

Alas, having a gorgeous, swoony hunk of athletic studliness is only half of the battle. The heroine better be pretty spectacular herself if we are going to share this delectable man with her. In this case Delilah is confident, intelligent, strong and a bit sassy. Just as quick on the draw and tenacious as Brody, when these two but heads it is fun and sexy and completely addicting.

What about supporting characters? Sometimes these characters can make or break the chemistry and/or pacing of a story and sometimes they are just plain boring. Not this crazy bunch. From Indie, Delilah's wild and spunky bestie, to Marlene the abrasive, no filter, crotchety old lady with the heart of gold in Brody's life, these characters and their kooky antics are just as endearing and important to the story as the main characters themselves. Even characters further removed such as Grouper, Mr. CUM, and Hi made for some great comic relief and introduced us to all the many sides of Brody and Delilah. While the banter between Delilah and Brody was pure magic; so amusing, so consuming, and oh so sexy, the teasing and clever one-liners don't stop there, each and every one of these characters are witty and so much fun I couldn't keep a straight face if I tried.

Finally, and most importantly, yes, even more important than Mr. Hottie McHunkerson himself, I reluctantly admit, is the storyline. The fun and seemingly straightforward story of an egotistical player who meets his match in a self-assured woman who demands more than a one night stand morphs into so much more with a past that is hard to let go of and the emergence of a shocking complication. And while the player may need to change his ways, he isn't the only one in need of a different mindset in order for this couple to move forward.

I haven't giggled and tittered and full out belly laughed as much as I did reading The Baller since, well, Cocky Bastard actually. Apparently I have a thing for overconfident jerks and Vi Keeland appears to have cornered the market. It seems with every Vi Keeland book I read, I don't know how, but they just keep getting better and better. I'm not sure where she can go from here, as I don't think I could love a book any more than I do this one, but I can't wait to see what she has in store for us next as she's quickly becoming a must read author and a top favorite for me.

Guaranteed to make you laugh one minute and tug at your heart strings the next. Packed with feels of every kind, The Baller is an addictive masterpiece that is not to be missed.

*complimentary copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

About Vi Keeland:

Vi Keeland is a native New Yorker with three children that occupy most of her free time, which she complains about often, but wouldn't change for the world. She is a bookworm and has been known to read her kindle at stop lights, while styling her hair, cleaning, walking, during sporting events, and frequently while pretending to work. She is a boring attorney by day, and an exciting USA Today Best Selling smut author by night!

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Excerpt:

A new song had just started, and I was enjoying his company when a voice behind me said, “Can I cut in?”

My head whipped around, even though I had no doubt whom the gravelly voice belonged to.

Michael was gracious. “I hate to share. But I suppose I have been hogging the most beautiful woman at the event.” He let go of my hand and stepped back with a gentlemanly nod. “Thank you for the dance, Delilah.”

Again Brody Easton had caught me off guard. Before I knew it, I was dancing with the arrogant jerk. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. Way tighter than Michael had held me.

“Good to see you again, Lois Lane.”

The man had balls; I had to give him that. I looked him straight in the eyes. “Nice to see you with clothes on, Easton.”

“Do you prefer me without?”

“I prefer you on the other side of the room.”

He chuckled. It was a hearty laugh. “That’s what happens sometimes when you decide you want to hang out in the men’s locker room.”

I tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip and held me in place. I craned my neck. “Let go of me.”

“No.”

“No?”

“That’s right. No.”

“I can scream at the top of my lungs.”

“I’d like to hear you scream.” His tone made it clear he meant he wanted me underneath him while I was doing the screaming.

“You’re an asshole. You know that?”

“I do. You asked me that yesterday. For a reporter, you should really try changing up your questions more frequently.”

My eyes bulged.

Easton shifted his hand down to the small of my back before twirling us around the dance floor. Figures the prick can dance.

“Are you seeing anyone?”

“You can’t be serious?”

He ignored my comment. “Would you like to have dinner tonight?”

“We just ate.”

“Dessert at my place, then?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Did you hit your head at the game yesterday?”

“On a diet, huh?”

“Yeah. That’s it. I don’t want to go to your place for dessert because I’m on a diet.”

“Well, that’s just a shame.”

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