The Red Zone, an all-new sexy, second chance romance from Amie Knight, is available now!
They say the red zone is the hardest place to score.
But for me, those last twenty yards were my sweet spot.
They didn’t call me Lukas “Last Minute Lucy” Callihan for nothing.
I was at the top of my game…until life sacked me harder than any linebacker ever could.
Losing my mom was devastating and left me as the sole person responsible for my little sister.
Taking care of Ella and juggling my career was like playing the hardest game of my life.
My only saving grace was Scarlett Knox, Ella’s sexy, red-headed, no-nonsense teacher.
She loved Ella. She hated me.
She thought I sucked at this parenting thing, and she wasn’t wrong.
But whenever she was around I got the same earth-shattering, heart-stopping feeling I did when I was only twenty yards from the goal line.
She made me feel like I was back in the red zone, a place I’d never fumbled.
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Sunny Shelly’s Review: 5 Stars
The Red Zone isn’t so much a second-chance romance as it is an another-shot romance with the one who got away. But regardless of the trope, Lukas and Scarlett’s story is sweet and heartwarming, with zero drama and lots of family love.
Ten years after Lukas broke Scarlett’s teenage heart after taking her very first kiss, she’s now his little sister’s teacher at a school for special-needs students. On the day Luk played his best pro football game, his world came crashing down around him when his mother suddenly died, leaving him the guardian of his 14-year-old sister, Ella, who has Downs syndrome.
Through flashbacks, we learn that Ella’s teacher, Ms. Lettie, shares a history with Luk: She was Mister Quarterback’s French tutor in high school. In present day, he has no clue that Ms. Lettie is the girl he once called Red. It’s a fun exchange of text messages before and after Luk figures it out. And once he realizes that he has a second chance with the girl who got away, he starts playing the long game to win her over.
There’s zero drama in this book, but there is a lot of turmoil for Lukas as he struggles to parent his little sister and balance that with his football career. There are some nice side characters, too. Mason is a hoot, and I really hope that Scarlett’s brother, Oliver, and her bestie, Hazel, have their own story coming!
The Red Zone is a great, uplifting story about taking the lemons you get in life and making lemonade. And never forgetting to call dibs.
I received an advanced copy and voluntarily left a review.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
My body locked tight. Oh, no, he couldn’t do that. If he kissed me I’d think about it at least the next ten years and that would be awful. I still obsessed over the day he’d kissed me when he’d told me goodbye. I couldn’t let him do that to me again.
“That’s a terrible idea,” I whispered, his lips a breath from mine.
Slowly his eyes opened and they were suddenly boring into mine. “Why, Scarlett?”
I couldn’t tell him the truth. That his kiss had ruined my teenage heart. That I’d never moved on. That no other kiss had ever compared. That I still thought about that kiss and what I had meant to him. I couldn’t tell him any of that because it sounded pathetic and desperate even to my own ears.
So I lied. I lied my face off. “It’s just not appropriate. I’m Ella’s teacher and you’re her guardian.”
His smile said it all, but it didn’t have to because his mouth wasn’t far behind. “That’s bullshit. None of that has anything to do with me putting my lips on yours.” He studied my face like he did when we were in school together. Like he was trying to figure me out. I prayed he wouldn’t.
And while his eyes pillaged my very soul, his knee slowly wedged itself between my thighs, causing my skirt to rise. I turned my head to the classroom door, terrified someone would walk through even though I knew it was after hours and we were alone.
His hands left my jaw and traveled down my neck, past my shoulders and the outer swell of my breasts to settle on my hips where he squeezed.
“What are you so afraid of, baby?”
He called me baby and he was doing it again. That thing where he made me dizzy and stupid. He was making me forget why this was a bad idea. Why I shouldn’t want this. Because he felt so, so good against me.
His warm palms left my hips and slid down over my ass and to the bottom of my skirt where he clutched the hem in his fists, slowly sliding it up more.
I should have said stop. Anything, but the farther he pushed up my skirt, the more his knee moved in and up until it sat right there against me. Right where I needed it.
A small squeak escaped my lips and one corner of his mouth lifted in a slow smile. “God, you’re gorgeous.” His nose brushed the side of mine and the harsh stubble on his jaw scraped my skin exquisitely. His massive hands moved under my skirt and right to the globes of my bottom, squeezing, before one moved up and snapped the top of my panties. “And you have a thong on. You’re trying to kill me, Red.”
He lowered his head more, zeroed in on my lips, and even though I was a mess of hormones and turned on more than I’d ever been in my life, I couldn’t give it to him. I couldn’t give him my kiss again.
I turned my head in the nick of time and his mouth landed on my jaw.
“You’re not going to give me your mouth, huh?” he mumbled against my cheek before pressing open mouth kisses down my face to my neck.
“No,” I whispered into the quiet room, my voice breathy.
“Mmm,” he moaned right into the spot where my shoulder met my neck before giving me a bite there that simultaneously stung and lit my body on fire. “Then I’ll just have to take what you give me. Now won’t I?” he growled.
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Amie Knight has been a reader for as long as she could remember and a romance lover since she could get her hands on her momma’s books. A dedicated wife and mother with a love of music and makeup, she won’t ever be seen leaving the house without her eyebrows and eyelashes done just right. When she isn’t reading and writing, you can catch her jamming out in the car with her two kids to ’90s R&B, country, and showtunes. Amie draws inspiration from her childhood in Columbia, South Carolina, and can’t imagine living anywhere other than the South.
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