Indie Flutters: Baller Made by Rie Warren & Excerpt

Baller Made (Bad Boy Ballers #3)

  • By Rie Warren
  • Editions: ebook
  • Published: July 17th 2017
  • Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
  • Source: review copy
  • In a Flutter: Living without regret!
  • rating-system5

    The dark horse of the NFL. A superstar showgirl on the Vegas strip. Their desire is taboo in ways you can’t even begin to imagine.
    Calder Malone. Black sheep. Bad boy. Kicked off the Reno Ravens and almost suspended from the NFL. The sexy center remains a fan favorite now that he’s playing for Carolina Crush. And what Calder wants more than anything is to prove his worth to the team that’s his last chance, the family he disgraced, and the one woman he fell in love with years ago.
    Unfortunately the comeback kid isn’t a boy anymore, and the babe he wants was never his for the taking—for reasons that make him question his sanity.
    Reggie isn’t just a Vegas showgirl, a pretty face. She’s an Air Force widow, a strong woman who’s piecing her life back together . . . And maybe the man she always thought was out of her league and completely off-limits just became fair game.
    Off the field and offstage, what happens when Calder and Reggie don’t stay in Vegas?

    ~ Goodreads


    Fluttering Thoughts:

    Worldbuilding: This story takes place all over the United States but Calder has his home base in Mt. Pleasant, South Carolina.
    Characters: The main characters in this novel are Calder Malone and Regina Malone. Calder is the big bad boy of the NFL. The one who fell from grace in a spiral of drinking and drugs after his world imploded two years ago. The one who was kicked off his last team and was given a second chance by the Carolina Crush. Now he’s out to prove to not only himself but everyone else that he’s a changed man and that he deserves this chance. But the past can only be out run for so long until it comes knocking on your door. Regina is starting to find her place in the world again after receiving a devastating blow that rocked her entire world. And the one person who she wanted as a rock, to weather the storm with, wouldn’t have anything to do with her and still won’t. After deciding enough is enough, Regina is ready to confront Calder and help them heal together. But after all is said and done, is Regina really ready to put her heart on the line again? Or will Calder prove to be too consumed by his guilt and shame to even try to convince him that they deserve a chance?
    Plot: This is a sports romance between Calder and Regina. It does an awesome job of combining heart pounding football moments with heart racing romance moments! It also features epilogues of other characters from the first two novels.
    Writing: This novel is written in first person points of view of Calder and Regina. It is the third and final novel in the Bad Boy Ballers series.
    Curb Appeal: This cover is a little different than the other ones in the series but I think that’s what makes me like it even more! The blurb really does a great job of setting the scene without giving too much of the plot away.
    Ultimately: I’m super sad that this series was so short!! I enjoyed all these characters and the epilogues were amazing!! All in all, if you want some sexy alpha male football hunks who know how go after what they want and some feisty heroines who always get the man they’re after then come check out the Bad Boy Ballers!!!!!


    I was in a bastard of a mood when the doorbell rang after I’d dropped the two hundred-pound weight onto the rest. My chest burning, my ribs wracked with agony, I curled up to my feet. Thought about a shirt. Thought, fuck it. It was probably just Brooks.
    He’d become my watchdog, checking in regularly, inviting me to his place for dinner with him and Delaney, keeping the door open in case I needed to talk to someone other than my sponsor.
    Striding through the house, I absentmindedly swiped at the sweat on my chest with the towel I held.
    I opened the door.
    Wished I hadn’t.
    My cock went fully hard in an instant.
    I draped the towel in front of me, one hand notched on the doorframe, my chest bare, Reggie’s chin barely reaching my shoulders.
    Reggie. On my doorstep. Showing up out of the clear blue.
    My lips flattened as my heartbeat thudded in my chest.
    Everything that had broken open in that alley with Brooklyn I’d sealed back under. Until this precise moment when Reggie lifted a bag in her hand and a smile on her lips when I was pretty sure I’d never looked more threatening.
    “I’ve got some time off. Recuperation.” She angled a leg in tight faded jeans toward me. “Sore tendon. Figured you’d know how to put me back together right as rain with your PT background.”
    “Funny.” Hooking the end of the towel into the waistband of my shorts, I rasped my hands across the dark shade of stubble on my jaw, and she watched every goddamn stroke. “You don’t look injured.”
    “You do.” Her gaze—challenging—dropped to the bruise on my ribs.
    “You came to check up on me.”
    “So what if I did?” She shrugged one shoulder.
    “You don’t have to worry about me anymore.”
    “I can’t just turn it off, Calder.”
    “I don’t need or want your help.” I tried to maintain the barrier, nearly snarling at her.
    She merely cast her eyes beyond me. “Are you going to invite me inside like an old friend should?”
    Old friend. Old pain.
    I stepped back. Barely.
    She ducked under my arm. Smiling.
    Closing the door, I sealed my body against it. “What are you really doing here?”
    “Well, you said you’d accept my calls.” She dropped her bags. Stood with hands on hips. “You lied to me.”
    “It’s what I do, sweetheart.” Determined to piss her off so she’d leave because danger lurked in the dark spaces of my mind.
    I’d forgotten she reacted like a lioness when cornered.
    Rookie mistake.
    In two steps, Reggie was up against me, in my face.
    Protect and dominate. The two different impulses swarmed through me.
    I wanted to serve her up on a silver platter and plant my face between her thighs.
    Then tuck her against me in my bed, blankets all around, my arms a cradle.
    Her eyes hooked mine with nothing but unwavering intensity. “You have driven everyone away, Calder.” Her stance blended her against me, and she had to feel the heat—the need and arousal—she spiked in my body.
    “I will not fucking let you go down one more time.” Bleak, no longer dreamy eyes, rose to mine. “I’m not losing you to self-pity or self-loathing or any other kind of hate you keep wrapping around yourself.”
    Looked like I’d met my match.
    I’d known it all along.
    “One man is enough to lose.” Her voice dropped, but her finger pointed at my chest before she spread her fingers over my careening heart. “And you have a choice in the matter.”
    At her unerring words, I went stock-still.



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