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“Kennedy Ryan’s writing continues to amaze and inspire. She is a genius wordsmith and a prose poet. And in Banner Morales, she has created the perfect heroine for this day and age. Don’t miss this read. It’s everything.” — Emma Scott, Bestselling Author

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Review

OK, let me start with saying Long Shot was the very book that had me absolutely loving Kennedy Ryan’s work. She writes romance and incorporates extremely relevant topics. It makes her books more real, raw and sometimes relatable. Once Block Shot was announced, I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. I will say that this one is definitely a lot lighter and not so heavy like Long Shot was. So yes, it’s book 2 in this series and can be read as a standalone. Are you ready for August’s brother, Jared? No? Yeah, I wasn’t either! His presense just about bulldozed me over.

Block Shot is a second romance, which was another reason I was looking forward to this. It’s my favorite trope of all! Jared and Banner became very good friends during college and right when they were about to become something more, a d-bag comes along and ruins everything that was fragile, to begin with. I’m going to say that the fall of their relationship at that point was a big misunderstanding and it absolutely tore me up because my goodness, they were so close! And everything was going to be amazing, but I digress because we wouldn’t have a second chance romance if that incident didn’t happen. Now fast forward several years and these two are rival sports agents, so yep, add a little enemies-to-lovers trope to the storyline 😉

My goodness, there is just so much to love and admire about Banner. I loved that we can all see a little bit of ourselves in Banner. But I loved her strength, her tenacity to be absolutely amazing at her job and to just do things the right way. She’s just a genuine person. Banner is definitely someone you’ll always want in your corner!

And then we have Jared! He was kind of a grade-A d*ck, but when it comes to Banner, all walls were down and he constantly made it known to her that he will always want her. And he’d do whatever he can to get her without any remorse. And that’s something that I admired about him. No matter what, she would always come first to him and he’d make no apologies about it. I may not have agreed with some of the things he did, but he met his soulmate in college. She was his end game and that’s, that.

Now I’ll be honest, I did struggle with certain parts of this book. There’s an element/trope that’s a huge no for my reading list andddd it happened. I was just not on board with it nor am I ever. However, I was quite expecting it to be somewhat of a big part of the storyline, there’s some drama (as to be expected) that happens in the aftermath. And it had me biting my nails because I just didn’t like the way it made me feel.

But these two were absolutely consumed with each other. Misunderstandings nor time would wane their feelings towards one another. It was always this palpable from the very beginning. It’s evident that there was nothing that would keep them apart.

But Kennedy Ryan (as always) does a phenomenal job tying their story in a nice bow! I may have hated that little trope, but Jared and Banner were so unbelievably well written. And this may be a first that I full-heartedly loved a book with THAT specific trope! I’ve never had a book confuse me so much before. “I loved it … and then I didn’t, but then I LOVEDDDDD it!”. Kennedy Ryan, you are the only author that is capable of making me feel this way!

Prepare yourself to absolutely fall in love with Jared and Banner!

[rating stars=”four-stars”]

Excerpt

I stretch my arm toward the wall and turn out the lights.

With the light snuffed out, my other senses rise, hunting for her in the dark. The smell of her hair and her quick, shallow breaths. My sight adjusts until the heavy black curtain completely obscuring her fades to gray. Light from the outer room spills under the door, revealing just the shape, the outline of her, but still camouflaging details. I cup her cheek, taking a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin, the silky hair brushing my knuckles. I’m not an idiot. She wants the lights out because she’s self-conscious, but from my perspective, she has nothing to be ashamed of.

“I think you’re beautiful, Ban.”

“You do?” she asks, her voice hushed.

My words surprise me as much as they seem to surprise her, because I don’t say shit like that to girls. The prettiest ones usually seem to already know, which makes any admiration I’d express redundant. But Banner . . . she’s so beautiful, and I’m not sure she knows.

“I do.” I push the hair away from her face.

“Uh . . . thank you.” Her laugh isn’t much more than a breath. “The lights are out, so I’m not sure that compliment counts.”

“I know your face by heart. You have seven freckles here.” I swipe a finger over the straight bridge of her nose and drift down to caress her full lips and the tiny dent in her cheek her smile displays. “And a dimple right here.”

I explore the smooth skin of her nape, under a heavy fall of hair.

“Now I want to know your body, too,” I say softly. “Take off your clothes for me, Banner.”

After a sharply indrawn breath, she raises her arms. The rustle of her clothes—the sweatshirt, jeans, socks, shoes—being discarded whisper in the dark. I approximate her by touch, reaching for her arms and closing my fingers around the softness, the velvety skin. I lower my head and run my nose along her neck, discovering.

“You always smell so good.” I’ve wanted to tell her that since the first night we studied here.

“Pretty Pastel,” she replies, her laugh low, nervous.

“What?” I pause.

“The smell. It’s my dryer sheets. The scent is Pretty Pastel.”

“I like it.” I resume my exploration, running a palm over her shoulder, her collarbone until I find the soft, full weight of her breasts, testing them in my hands, cupping them, holding them, brushing the nipples with my thumbs until they pebble and her breaths come harshly.

“You like that?” I ask.

I see her head nod in the semi-darkness. “Yeah. It feels good.”

Her touch startles me in the best way, her hand finding my face, traveling over my mouth, eyes, and hair. I sense her approach, feel tiny pants of breath on my lips, and anticipation has me panting, too, shortens my breath and sharpens my senses. Her mouth seeks mine, eager and sweet when she kisses me. Her pleasure, her excitement matches, answers, fans mine.

I guide her back down to the couch, and with a hand at her shoulder, urge her to stretch out. I’d shave points off my GPA for a glimpse of her, but she doesn’t want that. I get it, so I settle for a taste.

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