
Caden Brooks is Alabama's star quarterback. He's got it all. The attention of adoring fans. A girlfriend who'd do anything to hold on to him. And a future in the pros. He's getting along just fine until Finlay steps into his life, despising him at first sight and pushing his buttons like no other.
Unfortunately for Finlay, and her attempt to keep Caden at arm's length, there's nothing Caden loves more than a challenge. The problem with this challenge is she comes with a secret that has the power to destroy everything.
For Finlay reminds
us that not everything we think is actually true, what something looks like
could in fact be the complete opposite of what is actually going on. I think that type of message needs to be
remembered because I know I have reacted without seeing the truth behind a
situation and I am sure I am not the only person in the world who has done that
as well.
Finlay is sassy, feisty and even when she may not believe
it, she is strong. She still feels guilt
over the death of her twin brother, she wishes that she could rewrite the past
and make things right. She hates Caden
with a passion, she thinks that he was happy to replace her brother as the
starting quarterback after his death.
She refuses to like him, but what if what she has thought was
wrong?
Caden has it all. The
starting position as quarterback, the girlfriend, the possible pro career, so
why does it bother him so damn much that Finlay hates him? I like the way that certain things are
handled and that when Caden starts his relationship with Finlay shows that he
really is a good guy. Now does he in
fact fuck up down the road? Yes he does
but once he realizes it he owns up to his mistake and trust me I wanted to
practice my kicking by kicking his balls.
I really loved For
Finlay, I just wish that certain situations or should I say a certain
person would have gotten what was deserved after what she does. This is the kind of book I really love, the
angst was perfectly balanced and their relationship built up. Don’t get me wrong I love me a good insta
romance but watching a relationship form and develop is so much better. For
Finlay is one I definitely recommend for fans of New Adult romances!
“You’re awfully quiet this morning.”
My eyes cut to Brooks. His ear buds dangled over his shoulders. I tugged mine out. “Huh?”
“Just wondering what pearls of wisdom you’re gonna bestow upon me today.”
“You need to stop hesitating when you drop back,” I told him, much to his obvious surprise. “Either do it or don’t. Did you see how those guys pummeled you?”
“See it? I was under it.”
“Yeah, well, your offensive line sucks. But you can’t give the defense a chance to get to you. Know where you’re throwing and hit the mark. Your receivers are good. They’ll get there.”
He stared at me, his eyes narrowed slits.
I wiped my face with the small towel I’d draped over the treadmill screen. “Don’t worry, you’ve got potential.”
He laughed disbelievingly. “Potential? I’m the starting quarterback for Alabama.”
Those words—especially leaving his mouth—cut deep. The only reason he was playing was because Cole wasn’t.
“I’ve got more than potential,” he assured me.
“Yeah. You’ve got a massive ego ready to destroy small countries,” I said, my words clipped as I remembered why I despised him so much.
“All great athletes have egos. You’ve got to.”
Wow. My hatred toward him was growing by the second. “And you’re humble.”
He laughed. Didn’t he notice I wasn’t laughing? I hoped to God he didn’t think I was flirting. This was as far from flirting as one could get.
We ran in silence, the pounding of our sneakers on the treadmills mirroring the pounding in my head brought on by his arrogance.
“What’s your deal anyway?”
I glanced over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not many girls know so much about football and wake up at four in the morning to run.”
I scoffed. “Hope you’re not implying I thought you’d be here.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you were thinking it.”
He smirked. “You’d be amazed at the lengths girls go to get my attention.”
My eyes flared. “I suppose you think I took some crash course in football, too, just to impress you with all my knowledge.”
“Just saying.”
My face scrunched as I pressed the arrow on the screen to quicken my pace. “Keep dreaming, superstar.”
“Girls have done some whacked out shit.”
My eyes jumped between the wall in front of me and Brooks. “First of all, I’m not about to steal your towel because it has your sweat on it, nor will I be swiping your jockstrap to sell online. We, my friend, are victims of bad timing.”
“Bad timing?”
“Yeah. Anytime you’re in my space, it’s bad,” I assured him.
My eyes cut to Brooks. His ear buds dangled over his shoulders. I tugged mine out. “Huh?”
“Just wondering what pearls of wisdom you’re gonna bestow upon me today.”
“You need to stop hesitating when you drop back,” I told him, much to his obvious surprise. “Either do it or don’t. Did you see how those guys pummeled you?”
“See it? I was under it.”
“Yeah, well, your offensive line sucks. But you can’t give the defense a chance to get to you. Know where you’re throwing and hit the mark. Your receivers are good. They’ll get there.”
He stared at me, his eyes narrowed slits.
I wiped my face with the small towel I’d draped over the treadmill screen. “Don’t worry, you’ve got potential.”
He laughed disbelievingly. “Potential? I’m the starting quarterback for Alabama.”
Those words—especially leaving his mouth—cut deep. The only reason he was playing was because Cole wasn’t.
“I’ve got more than potential,” he assured me.
“Yeah. You’ve got a massive ego ready to destroy small countries,” I said, my words clipped as I remembered why I despised him so much.
“All great athletes have egos. You’ve got to.”
Wow. My hatred toward him was growing by the second. “And you’re humble.”
He laughed. Didn’t he notice I wasn’t laughing? I hoped to God he didn’t think I was flirting. This was as far from flirting as one could get.
We ran in silence, the pounding of our sneakers on the treadmills mirroring the pounding in my head brought on by his arrogance.
“What’s your deal anyway?”
I glanced over at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Not many girls know so much about football and wake up at four in the morning to run.”
I scoffed. “Hope you’re not implying I thought you’d be here.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you were thinking it.”
He smirked. “You’d be amazed at the lengths girls go to get my attention.”
My eyes flared. “I suppose you think I took some crash course in football, too, just to impress you with all my knowledge.”
“Just saying.”
My face scrunched as I pressed the arrow on the screen to quicken my pace. “Keep dreaming, superstar.”
“Girls have done some whacked out shit.”
My eyes jumped between the wall in front of me and Brooks. “First of all, I’m not about to steal your towel because it has your sweat on it, nor will I be swiping your jockstrap to sell online. We, my friend, are victims of bad timing.”
“Bad timing?”
“Yeah. Anytime you’re in my space, it’s bad,” I assured him.
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