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.
EXCERPT
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.
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