{"id":3252,"date":"2018-07-12T13:25:26","date_gmt":"2018-07-12T17:25:26","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/?p=3252"},"modified":"2018-07-12T13:25:26","modified_gmt":"2018-07-12T17:25:26","slug":"release-blitz-catching-callie-by-claire-woods","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/eroticbookreview.com\/release-blitz-catching-callie-by-claire-woods\/","title":{"rendered":"Release Blitz: Catching Callie by Claire Woods"},"content":{"rendered":"by Claire Woods<\/a>
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Title: Catching Callie<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Author: Claire Woods<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Genre: New Adult\/College Contemporary Romance<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
Release Date: July 12, 2018<\/span><\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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The Press labeled me campuses \u201cDIRTY PLAYER.\u201d<\/i><\/span><\/div>\n

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The scandal I’m caught in just made the national news, ESPN, & Sports Illustrated.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Forced to hide out in a small beach town until I can clear my name, the last thing I expected was to run into her.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Literally<\/i>.<\/span><\/div>\n
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First, she stole my breath, then my heart. But she wants nothing to do with me.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Even my killer smile, panty-melting grin, and cut abs aren’t reeling her in.<\/span><\/div>\n
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She ran.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Twice<\/i>.<\/span><\/div>\n
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I have six weeks to find my mystery girl, get my reputation back, and prove to her I\u2019m not a dirty player: I\u2019m her prince. The football field is the domain I where I rule, but her heart is the next thing I\u2019m going to capture.<\/span><\/div>\n
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Something tells me Catching Callie is going to be the biggest win of all.<\/span><\/div>\n
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GAME ON.<\/b><\/span>This is a standalone new adult romance. No cliffhanger, No cheating, HEA.<\/span>
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\nThis is a standalone, full-length novel.<\/b><\/span>
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\n*** THE FORECAST IS SCORCHING! So if heat isn’t your cuppa… use caution! ***<\/b><\/span><\/div>\n
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Excerpt<\/span><\/b><\/div>\n
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What the heck?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I almost trip on a pile of clothes. Pausing, I look in all
\ndirections. There\u2019s no one else here. But then out in the water, under a beam
\nof blinding moonlight, a dark head bobs.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cCrazy idiot. Sharks feed at night.\u201d I shake my head.
\nLooking back down, I grin recognizing the gray hoodie.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It can\u2019t be.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Gingerly, I bend down, taking it in my hands.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It smells like him.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My breasts tingle, thighs ache.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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With no one to see me, I press it to my nose and close my
\neyes. The fragrance industry sure knows what they\u2019re about. My hormones are
\ndriving the bus, and I\u2019m tempted to strip my clothes off and ride that pony
\nswimming in the moonlight.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But I don\u2019t.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I have a better idea instead.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Snagging the rest of his clothing, I jog away from the surf
\nand towards the dunes covered in shadows.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHEY!\u201d He calls out swimming furiously towards shore.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But summer boy doesn\u2019t know these beach paths as I do. He
\ndoesn\u2019t stand a chance.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Especially naked.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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But how could I know he\u2019s as fast as an Olympian?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He tackles me from behind\u2014I fall, face planted in the sand.
\nHis clothes acting as a barricade saves my face from sand scrapes.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat the hell?\u201d He mutters, turning me over.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cFanny pack?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cUm\u2026 hi?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWell, this is interesting.\u201d He smiles down on me, elbows
\nplanted in the sand on either side of my body.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Oddly, I\u2019m not afraid of being pinned down in the moonlight
\nby this handsome stranger\u2014until\u2014it dawns on me he\u2019s naked as the day he was
\nborn. Something hard rocks into the cradle between my hips causing me to gasp
\nas he shifts his weight.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cSorry,\u201d he rolls to the side for a second giving me room to
\nget up. \u201cFuck it. I\u2019m not sorry.\u201d He rolls back on top of me, tracing a finger
\nover my stunned, parted lips. \u201cI made a wish on a star tonight. Haven\u2019t done
\nthat since I was ten. And here you are, showing up here like a thief in the
\nmoonlight. Technically, you are a thief. Maybe I should call the cops on you,
\nbaby?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I can\u2019t answer. It\u2019s happening to me again, and I\u2019m helpless
\nto stop it.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I\u2019m drowning on dry land, star gazing into his eyes as his
\nhead lowers a breath from mine. \u201cThank you for turning the shittiest day I ever
\nhad, into the best one,\u201d he murmurs capturing my lips.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Instinctually, my thighs open, womb wanting to cradle his
\nhips and invite him inside.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cSo sweet,\u201d he murmurs against my lips a second before his
\ntongue boldly comes out to play with mine. \u201cBut you won\u2019t be needing this.\u201d
\nWith a smirk, he unclasps the buckle to my fanny pack tossing it next to my
\nsneakers that dropped when he caught me. His lips never leave mine. He does
\nthis so smoothly and skillfully as if seduction is his profession.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Elliott never kissed me like this. Hell, I doubt even Jamie
\nDornan can kiss like this.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My hands clutch his head, nails raking through his hair as I
\nhungrily kiss him back.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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His hands come up under my shirt, never breaking our kiss. I
\nhiss at the spot on my ribs where the pavement scraped me.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He lowers his head to inspect the marks his hands feel.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cDid I do this baby?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My reply is a gasp as he trails a fire of kisses along my
\nribcage up to my breasts. He unclasps the front snap bra I put on, and my
\nbreasts spring free from confinement.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cChrist, you\u2019re beautiful,\u201d he moans, worshiping my breasts
\nwith his wet tongue, licking and sucking them.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He rolls back on his heels one arm around my back to lift me
\ncloser to his hungry mouth. The large palm on his other hand presses my breasts
\ntogether so that he can suck both nipples at the same time.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cOh. My. God.\u201d My voice sounds crazy even to my ears.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I\u2019m on fire. My clit\u2019s swollen, my body\u2019s primed and ready
\nto go.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I feel his smile against my skin as he drops one hand,
\ncupping my sex hard.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I nearly break my nose on his chin as my body jolts like
\nit\u2019s been struck by a live wire.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat is it.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cHuh?\u201d I\u2019m lost at sea. Hungry, weak and completely
\ndisoriented by his mad voodoo make out skills.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cYou\u2019re name, cupcake.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My eyes lower to his dick. He\u2019s unashamed, almost proud of
\nit as he catches me dropping my eyes.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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It\u2019s beautiful.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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I\u2019ve never thought dicks were beautiful. Maybe I cracked my
\nhead on the concrete.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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The man must be thirteen or fourteen hard inches, and he\u2019s
\nthick as fuck.\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cIt fits.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cMy size. It\u2019s proportionate to my body.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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My face flames. Am I really taking to the stranger who
\nalmost killed me about his dick size?\u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Shaking my head, I curse myself.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cNope.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cThis is not happening,\u201d I gesture between the two of us.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cWhy not?\u201d He whispers looking, hurt?<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cBecause,\u201d I answer standing up and brushing the sand from
\nmy legs, \u201clast time I was out here with a naked guy behind the dunes it didn\u2019t
\nend well.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cDid he hurt you?\u201d His fists clench as he stands.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cNot that way\u2026 although, I can attest that having sex on
\nsand is not as hot as you\u2019d think.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He cocks an eyebrow, \u201cOh, fanny. We\u2019d burn so hot\u2014the ocean
\nwould catch fire.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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He grabs his shorts and turns around. I bite my lip. His ass
\nis just as fine as the rest of him. Every muscle is cut, lines delineating each
\npart.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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Before I can think, I swipe his shirt and take off.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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\u201cFanny? Are you running again?\u201d He laughs behind me. \u201cI
\ndon\u2019t need to chase you when we have a habit of running into one another.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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And honestly, I\u2019m not running from him. I\u2019m running from
\nmyself.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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Claire Woods lives in upstate New York with her dog Ginger
\nand a room full of books. She’s horribly shy, never misses a UFC Fight, and has
\na horrible addiction to sushi and banana peppers (maybe even eating them
\ntogether).\u00a0<\/span>Books have been her means of escape. It’s been a
\nlong-standing dream of Claire’s to travel to Australia\u00a0where she hopes to
\nfind\u00a0a hot rugby player to sweep her off her feet and romance her on Bondi
\nBeach while petting koala’s and drinking champagne at midnight.\u00a0 (this
\nmight be her next\u00a0book)\u00a0<\/span>Until then, she’ll have to write her perfect man on paper
\nwhile waiting for him to magically appear.\u00a0<\/span>You never know, stranger things have happened.<\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n
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