From New York Times bestselling author Tessa Bailey comes TOO CLOSE TO CALL, a novella in her Romancing the Clarksons Series, published by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy today!
About TOO CLOSE TO CALL
All-American wide receiver Kyler Tate’s life is about to change. A fairytale college career skyrocketed him to the NFL draft. Adoration and opportunity are thrown in his direction wherever he goes, thanks to being chosen in the first round by the Los Angeles Rage.
None of the accolades mean anything, though, without his high school sweetheart, Bree Justice, by his side. Four years ago, she walked away from Kyler, choosing a quiet life over the flash and notoriety his career would someday bring.
Now he’s back in their Indiana hometown, refusing to leave for Los Angeles without her. Demanding she give their life together a shot. Her heart never stopped bleeding for the love of her life, but Bree’s decision was final. Too bad their wild attraction has only been amplified by their separation, and Kyler won’t quit until Bree is wearing his ring.
Too Close To Call
Every single time I think Tessa Bailey can’t outdo herself, somehow she finds a way to prove me wrong. I have adored every single book in the Romancing the Clarksons series, particularly the last book, Too Hard to Forget, and I am not at all surprised that it’s spin-off novella, Too Close To Call, ranks right up there as one of my all time favorite Bailey books.
She made me cry, ya’ll. Big fat, ugly tears cry. I was so invested in Kyler and Bree’s story that I was outright bawling like a baby wondering how it would all work out, lamenting on their impossible choices. Choices that went bone deep for both of them. And I believed that. I believed in the depth and passion that Bree and Kyler felt, and I believed in the doubts and fears they each had to contend with. I could relate to them, and I wanted them happy. To find a way to work things out. Because Bree and Kyler, they were good people. Honest people. People that suffered by not being together, whether it was by their own choosing or not. They made mistakes and they suffered for those mistakes, soul-achingly suffered.
And then there was the sexual chemistry, that was just as off the charts as one expects from a Tessa Bailey book. Smoking hot and unforgettable. And when you combine the smoking hot sex with the deeply emotional connection the Bree and Kyler share? It made for one heck of a great read.
Fast-paced, hot, and emotional, Too Close to Call is a fan-freaking-tastic second chance romance story that I absolutely adored and cannot wait to read again. Even if it did make me cry. Or maybe, especially because it made me cry.
Loved it so, so much!
5 “Worthy of the Keeper Shelf” Stars
*ARC provided by Publisher*
From TOO CLOSE TO CALL:
Draft Day was nothing like Kyler had pictured.
“With the ninth pick in the 2017 NFL Draft, the Los Angeles Rage select…” Kyler Tate’s parents sucked in breaths on either side of him. “Kyler Tate, receiver, University of Cincinnati.”
The tense atmosphere inside the event hall exploded with wild cheers, exclamations, and boos. His shoulders were slapped by thousands of hands, kisses landing on his cheeks. Like falling out of a kayak into a rushing current, bashing into rocks on the way toward a waterfall, Kyler stood, put his head down, and proceeded toward the stage. Cell phones rang at every table he passed, terse conversations taking place as the deadline timer for the next announcement started. Players he’d faced on the gridiron sweated in their suits, mothers fussed, water glasses were refilled.
This was it. Years of training, icing down injuries, two-a-day practices, glory, pain, and mental fatigue. All for this moment.
And it was…utterly fucking incomplete.
Before he could reach the stage, panic set in. Set in real good, like claws digging into fertile ground. A moment earlier, everyone in the room had looked familiar, but they were strangers now, spinning in a kaleidoscope. Sweat popped up on his forehead. His shoulder blades tightened, a harsh sound puffed from between his lips. From behind the podium, the announcer gave him a strange look, the Rage jersey lowering in his grip. Are you okay?
The man’s mouthed words barely penetrated over the sudden rushing stream of images. Of her. Bree Justice.
About Tessa Bailey:
Tessa Bailey is originally from Carlsbad, California. The day after high school graduation, she packed her yearbook, ripped jeans and laptop, driving cross-country to New York City in under four days.
Her most valuable life experiences were learned thereafter while waitressing at K-Dees, a Manhattan pub owned by her uncle. Inside those four walls, she met her husband, best friend and discovered the magic of classic rock, managing to put herself through Kingsborough Community College and the English program at Pace University at the same time. Several stunted attempts to enter the work force as a journalist followed, but romance writing continued to demand her attention.
She now lives in Long Island, New York with her husband of eight years and four-year-old daughter. Although she is severely sleep-deprived, she is incredibly happy to be living her dream of writing about people falling in love.