#Teaser “Hook Shot” by Kennedy Ryan


Hook Shot teaser


The man they call Gladiator taken captive by a girl half his size and a decade younger. I’m a girl he could crush, but everything in the way he looks at me says 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩. Says 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. Says 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵.

Says I’m his, too.

𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦, his eyes answer.

That look, this feeling, it’s a lasso, slithering over my shoulders, past my arms, squeezing me, keeping me in place. I’m not going anywhere.

𝘼 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙩𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙤𝙣.

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👑 Single dad⠀
👑 Brooklyn, NY!
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#BlogTour “Ian: The O’Connor Brothers” by A.S. Kelly

Book: Ian 

Series: The O’Connor Brothers

Author: A.S. Kelly

Genre: Sports/Contemporary Romance

Ian is the first interconnected standalone in The O’Connor Brothers Series.
**Available in Kindle Unlimited**


A year ago, she begged me to stay.
A year later, it’s my turn to beg her not to go.
My obsession. My downfall.
I tried to resist, to keep her at a distance.
I tried to save myself.
But no one will be saved here, not even a selfish bastard like me.
My life has always been about sport and family, including my stupid brothers. Until that night, the night I made the worst decision of my life. And I’m still paying the price for it.
We both are.
But the time has come to take back control of the situation, to risk it all, to convince her to let me in because she can’t be anything other than mine.
I am Ian O’Connor, and I’m about to accept this challenge: try to hold onto the only woman I’ll ever be able to love.
And even if I already know how this badly written romance is going to end, I won’t back away. This time, I’m going all the way. Because I only want her.
And I have no intention of losing her.
I’m an O’Connor, the O’Connors never lose.


“Are you free on Sunday? At about three o’clock? There’s a game and I’ve got
tickets, you know, for friends, relatives…I thought that maybe…you know, if
you felt like it…”
“Are you asking me to come to the stadium to watch a game?” I say already in
a panic.
“Am I going too fast?”
“I don’t know,” I reply honestly. “Maybe.”
“I just don’t like wasting time,” he says, raising the corner of his mouth in a
grin. “I don’t want to miss out on anything else.”
My God.
“I know you don’t care much about rugby, but I’d be happy if you came.”
“Why is it so important to you?” I ask curiously.
“One time you made a comment that maybe, for the right player, you might
change your mind about rugby. I think I could be your player.” He comes
dangerously close to me. “I want to be your player.”
I swallow nervously. “I can’t believe you remember that stupid conversation.”
“It was the first time you came to visit the training centre a few nights after that
infamous party. I remember a lot of things, Riley.” His voice drops a tone.
“Maybe too many,” he goes on suggestively.
“That almost sounds like a challenge.”
“It is. I’m very competitive.”
“You might lose,” I provoke him.
“I have no intention of losing,” he says confidently. “I’m an O’Connor and the
O’Connors never lose.”
“There’s a first time for everything.”
“I’ll risk it,” his voice lowers again and I feel my legs trembling.
“So…S-Sunday,” I say, trying to pull it together.
“Aviva Stadium at three.”
“I could drop by.”
“Seriously?” he asks, suddenly excited.
“I’d like to.”
He tries to mask a smile by touching his nose with his hand and I try to mask
my embarrassment attempting to bury myself four feet under the ground.
“I hope Jamie won’t be upset, he’s been asking me to come for years, but he’s
never convinced me.”
“I’m not Jamie,” he says, so certain.
No, nothing like him.
“So, see you there?”
“You’ll see me there, even if you’ll never even notice me with all those adoring
fans,” I joke, but he doesn’t smile.
His face becomes serious and his eyes darken slightly. He closes the distance
between us and slowly his hand drops to mine, brushing it slightly, giving me
His fingers intertwine with mine, perfectly, even though his hand is double the
size of mine. His is hot and strong and mine is cold and weak. His is covered in
calluses and mine is smooth and delicate. His squeezes mine from need and
mine is squeezed in necessity.
There is no more perfect union, and my heart starts to regain its faith.
“I would be aware of your presence, Riley. I would always feel it, anywhere,
even if I don’t see you. I’ll know.”

A. S. Kelly was born in Italy but lives in Ireland with her husband, two children and a cat named Oscar.
She’s passionate about English literature, she’s a music lover and addicted to coffee.
She spends her days in a small village North of Dublin, looking for inspiration for her next stories.
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