Crazy for You

Release date: May 8, 2017
Crazy for YouBaseball hotshot Jake Ross isn’t looking for love, only a good woman to come to his rescue. His bad boy rep lands him on the covers of gossip rags instead of sports magazines and could cost him a multi-million-dollar sponsorship deal.

Enter Charlotte Jones. The shy media coordinator is determined to lose weight and avoid the health concerns that run in her family, but after months of middling results, she needs someone to talk her out of throwing in the towel.

If Charlotte pretends to be Jake’s girlfriend, he’ll coach her on how to hit her numbers on the scales. It’s a home run of an idea … until sparks begin to fly. But has Jake really forsaken his playboy ways?

by Rina Gray

Contemporary
Sensuality Level: SensualBUY NOW

Author Bio:
Rina Gray has been writing and singing for as long as she can remember. She never had a talent for singing outside the shower, but her writing flourished. When she’s not writing, she can be found with her head stuck in a book, kickboxing, or dominating game night with friends and family. Rina resides in Atlanta with her husband.

Find Rina Gray at www.rinagray.com on Facebook, and on Twitter @rinagraywrites.

 

An excerpt from Crazy for You:

Charlotte faced the mirror as she snaked her body into a slow figure-eight twist.

Every time Jake watched those hips zig and zag, that back arch, and lush ass jiggle, he promised himself that next time he would look away. No staring like a pervert with his hands down his pants in a triple-X movie theater.

The kids at the center probably thought he had a small bladder considering the number of times he rushed off after gazing at Charlotte for too long. And the promise he’d made to himself was always empty because no way in hell was he missing her performance. He was spellbound by the brown-eyed, curvy beauty.

The music sped up, and she twirled, stomped her feet, and twisted her body to the rocking beat.

Dax leaned over and put his hands on Jake’s shoulder. “Damn, she’s fine. And she’s thick with it, too. Well, she was until she started losing all that weight.” Lust dripped from his just-reached-puberty voice.

Damien whacked him upside the head.

“Oww, D!”

“Stop talking about Charlotte like that. She’s a good girl.”

Yeah, but you wouldn’t know it by the way she moves. Jake was a bad boy, and he liked his women bad. Real bad. Mind blowing sex and things that would make Madonna blush.

Unfortunately, his bad-boy rep was the reason why his face graced the covers of gossip rags instead of sports magazines. And it was the reason why he was in jeopardy of losing a potential multi-million-dollar sponsorship deal. The media had caught him, Rafaela, and Destiny having sex in Destiny’s trailer on a movie set. It had been exciting, hot, and he was thinking with his dick instead of his head. Next thing he knew, a swarm of cameras surrounded them, and now Jake Jr. had its own Tumblr site and Twitter account. Thankfully, Fiete had stuck by him, although they had removed his ads for a few months until things cooled down. They also cut a big chunk of his contract, due to a morality clause, slicing his profit to nearly half of what had been offered.

I’ll get Threx to sign me on. Shaking off his thoughts, Jake shifted his attention back to Charlotte. She lifted a hand to her forehead and slowed her movements, swaying to the music. Except, this time it didn’t seem like a dance. Bending over at the waist, she clutched her knees and closed her eyes.

His heartbeat tripled time. She’s about to pass out! Jake rushed into the studio, but he wasn’t able to reach her in time.

Charlotte fell, and her head cracked against the wood floor.

“Charlotte! Oh my God!” one of her students shouted.

Jake pushed concerned parents and students out of the way to get to her. “Give her space!” Gathering her into his arms, he pressed two fingers against her carotid artery and sighed at the weak, erratic beat.

“Charlotte.” He gently shook her shoulders. “Open your eyes, Charlotte.”

Big brown eyes fluttered open, blinked, and then squinted up at him. “You know my name,” she whispered in an awed voice.