Guilty Indulgence: Welcome Guest Author Bella Andre!

The Ndulgent Bloggers welcome Bella Andre to Guilty Indulgence today. Not only does she share a bit about the writing of her Bad boys of Football series but she shares a great excerpt from the third book in that series ... enjoy!

With the Giants winning the Superbowl, football season is officially over. No more watching sexy men taking charge on the field every week. No more head-to-head match ups with high stakes and high drama. Thank goodness I have my imagination and my fictional San Francisco football team, The Outlaws, to keep me company until next Fall.

As you can tell by my Bad Boys of Football series, I love football players. They’re natural alpha heroes. They’re required not only to be in phenomenal shape, but also to be tough. They take hits. They give as good as they get. They need to make split-second decisions under high pressure. This takes a man who is confident, possibly arrogant, but also humble because he’s part of a team, and nothing is sexier than a guy who has a natural camaraderie with friends. Being a football player also takes hard work and dedication, and while there are a fair share of partiers, football players are also known for being involved in their communities.

That's what made it easy for me to imagine so many incredible football stars for my books. Ty Calhoun had a bad childhood to overcome on his way to the Superbowl...and winning Julie Spencer’s heart in GAME FOR ANYTHING. Dominic “The Dominator” DiMarco knows Melissa is off limits in GAME FOR SEDUCTION...but how can he ignore the way she makes him feel? Tough guy, Cole Taylor, will do anything to make his grandmother happy in GAME FOR LOVE...even if it means marrying – and falling in love with – Anna.

-Bella Andre

Here is an excerpt from GAME FOR LOVE:

Standing in the middle of a Las Vegas nightclub with a woman whose name he’d only just learned—but whom he wanted more than any woman he’d ever met—Cole Taylor felt completely off his game.

The truth was, he was tired. It had been a long, frustrating day looking for a nice girl to take to his grandmother.

His dying grandmother.

“Cole? Are you okay?”

He blinked and looked into Anna’s clearly concerned ocean eyes, felt something soft and warm on his forearm and realized she’d reached out to touch him.

Women looked at him in lots of ways—with dollar signs in their eyes, with lust, with anxiety when he was about to dump them—but never with concern. Never like they actually cared about him.

“My grandmother is sick.” Shit, where had those words come from?

She moved even closer, put her other hand on him. “I’m so sorry.”

He worked to swallow past the lump in his throat. “I am, too.”

Together they stood like that for several moments, her comfort flushing through his veins, heading straight for his heart.

“Are you sure you’d still like to dance? Maybe we could find a quieter place and we could talk instead.”

She was right. He didn’t want to dance. But he didn’t want to talk, either.

He wanted to kiss her.

He put his hands on her face, brushing his thumb against her lower lip. She went completely still, not blinking or even breathing as he lowered his face to hers. He didn’t want to scare her and tried to go slow, even though all he wanted was to shove her against the nearest wall and wrap her legs around his waist as he sank into her wet heat.

Her breath was a sweet puff of heat against his mouth as he moved in to kiss her, her lips as red and tempting as plump berries in summertime. Cole liked kissing, always had, happy to spend plenty of time at first base even when most guys were already going for the home run. It was a bonus that kissing made chicks hotter, hornier.

But holy hell, no kiss had ever been like this. No kiss could have prepared him for Anna.

Her mouth was soft and so damn sweet, he lost track of his plans—forgot all about taking it slow and not scaring her. He had to taste her, had to run his tongue along the seam between her lips, from the center then out to first one corner and then the next. Hunger like he’d never known took him over, made him forget everything but the promise of pleasure.

A groan escaped as she opened up for him, her tongue tentatively finding his, a small stroke of sweetness that had him burning up head to toe. His hands slid up into her hair—so damn soft, he couldn’t believe it—and his fingers tightened on her, pulling her closer.

She whimpered her pleasure into his mouth, the soft press of her curves against his hard muscles driving him crazy. His erection throbbed against her belly as he deepened their kiss, no longer able to be gentle, to worry about boundaries.

And then, suddenly, everything turned and she was the one kissing him.

Devouring him.

Her arms moved around his torso, her hands and fingertips all but scratching at him. Her tongue battled with his, her lips sucking at him, her teeth nipping and feasting on his mouth. His kitten had turned into a lioness.

The club, the music, the overpowering scents of booze and sweat and perfume, all fell away as they made out in the middle of it all. She was heat and curves and pure sex in his arms and he knew if they’d been alone he’d be a heartbeat away from sinking into her, from taking everything she offered and giving her everything she demanded.

Something flashed in the back of his head, something he was supposed to remember, something he was supposed to do, but he couldn’t follow it, not when he was utterly, hopelessly lost in Anna.

Sweet Anna.

Finally, she pulled away from him, gasping, her tongue coming out to lick at her swollen lips as if she were still trying to taste him.

“I’ve never done anything this crazy.”

Her words trembled with confusion—and so much desire—that his mouth found hers again a moment later and she was so sweet he knew it would kill him when he finally had to stop tasting.

Instinctively, Cole knew it wasn’t the champagne that made her taste like sugar. The sweetness was all her.

Grandma would love her.

The thought came at him blindside. He’d almost forgotten why he was here in the first place, why he’d picked her out of the crowd.

He didn’t know anything about Anna other than how good her body felt against his, how right her kisses were, how much he liked her scent, how hard she made him—and how perfectly she embodied the “nice girl” he was sure his grandmother wanted to see with him. He hadn’t thought beyond finding someone to play the role he needed her to play, but now that he had, he was surprised to find guilt dogging his heels. He didn’t know Anna well enough to not want to hurt her.

And yet...his gut twisted at the thought of what he needed to do.

And he did need to do it.

Because he owed his grandmother everything.

It was that vision—of his grandmother, pale and frail in her hospital bed—that had him leaning into Anna, brushing her earlobe with his lips. “Let’s do something really crazy, Anna.”

She shivered as his lips made contact with her lobe. Even though he knew he needed to be holding focus, that his goal was the most important thing here, not how much he wanted pretty Anna, he had to pull her earlobe between his teeth and nip at it.

So perfectly, incredibly responsive to his every touch, Anna arched into him, her full, hard-tipped breasts practically searing him through her dress and his shirt, another whimper of need, of desire sounding from her lips.

“So sweet,” Cole murmured against her soft skin as he ran his mouth down her neck, his tongue dipping into the hollow of her shoulder bone. Her breasts, full with arousal, pressed up and out toward his mouth from the neckline of her pink dress. He was half a breath away from unzipping her dress right then and there so that he could swirl her nipples against his tongue, when the crash of a glass at the bar pulled him back into the here and now.

Her eyes were cloudy with desire, only partially focusing as she said, “What could be crazier than this?”

Jesus, he’d completely forgotten about his question, about where he was going with it. Again.

How was one tiny woman—a woman who wasn’t even his type, for fuck’s sake—turning his brain, and body, completely inside out?

Needing space, needing air to get his brain to function again, he made himself move back an inch from her curves, from her warmth. But all that did was make it easier for him to look at her. She was so pretty—and so damn pure despite the way she’d been kissing him like a wildcat in heat—that his stomach twisted even as he said, “What’s the craziest thing you can think of doing with me tonight?”

The club was dark, but not dark enough that he could miss the flush across her cheeks, or the way the heated vee between her thighs shifted closer to his rock-hard erection in an dance as old as time.

The smile curved his lips before he realized it. “Don’t worry, baby, we’re definitely going to be doing that, regardless of your answer.”

She licked her lips. Her sweet, plump, cherry-red lips. “I don’t—” She shook her head, her shoulder-length brown hair moving across her shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say—”

“You do,” he countered, “and you were.” Dropping his lips back down over hers, he said, “But since that’s a given, what other kind of crazy have you got for me?”

Her fingertips tightened on his shoulders. “You and me doing ... it’s a given?”

“Yup.”

“But we just met.”

“Lucky us.”

He was glad to hear a surprised little giggle escape her lips, but then, too soon, she was back to her arguments.

“I don’t do things like this.”

“I know you don’t.”

She frowned and, without thinking, he reached up to brush away the lines between her eyes. He wanted to see her smile, not frown.

“How?”

Her soft skin against his fingertips had him losing his train of thought. Hell, how could he possibly think without any blood left in his brain? Not even close to knowing what she was asking, all he could do was echo, “How what?”

“How do you know I don’t do things like this?”

“I just do.”

Her full lips pressed together. Shit, that wasn’t the right answer.

“Because I look boring.”

“Hell, no.” A little bit of spark came back into her eyes, enough to tell him that he was heading in the right direction again. Thank God. “You’ve been anything but boring.”

She cocked her pretty head to one side, the hair brushing against her shoulder blades, making him wonder what it would feel like brushing over his dick as she blew him, sixty-nine position.

“But you’re surprised by that, aren’t you?”

Jesus, he thought as he corralled his brain back to the conversation, what was this? Twenty-fucking-questions?

A lie lay on his tongue, whatever she wanted to hear, but what came out instead was, “A little, yeah.”

“I knew it.” Her victorious expression disappeared as quickly as it came. “Tell me why you’re so surprised.”

The first words that came into his head were, “You were wearing a halo.” He nearly groaned at the stupidity of blurting that out when he saw her outraged expression.

“A halo?” She actually reached up to the top of her head, as if she needed to make sure that she did not, in fact, have a halo hanging over her soft brown curls.

“No,” he said, trying to backpedal as fast as he could, “not a halo. You definitely weren’t wearing one of those.”

He needed to change the subject, get them back to ... Hell, what had they been talking about?

“Then what?”

Shit, he wasn’t thinking fast enough. Could barely get his brain to function when he could still scent her arousal, when he was still ridiculously hard and throbbing behind his zipper.

“It’s just that you just looked so innoc—”

Her eyes narrowed as she waited for him to finish and he decided it was smarter just to shut up. Whatever he said about her looking pure or innocent was just going to piss her off. He knew that now. He didn’t know why, just that it did.

Just as he didn’t know how the hell one tiny little woman was throwing him more off his game than a field full of three-hundred-pound guys all coming at him with everything they had.

Her nostrils flared and he couldn’t believe even that looked cute on her. Jesus, he had it bad for this one. In under an hour she practically had him spouting poetry. And shooting in his pants from just looking at her.

“I’m sick to death of everyone thinking they know exactly who I am! I’m sick of everyone assuming all I want to do is smile and organize things while they go off and have their big romantic sunsets together! I’m sick to death of never, ever doing something so crazy that I get to regret it in the morning while secretly having loved every second of it! For all people know, I could be bringing guys like you home every Friday night and trading you in for a new guy on Saturday!”

Her hands had fisted on his chest now and he was sure she didn’t realize it, but she’d been hitting him to emphasize each of her points, one thump at the end of each sentence like an exclamation point.

Still, the picture of her throwing him over for another guy not twenty-four hours later had him growling with a sudden spurt of jealousy. “Have you done that?”

The low rumble of his question seemed to snap her out of her momentary fury. “Seriously? Are you asking me that for real?”

His hands came around her shoulders, jealousy burning hotter than it ever had. If she said yes, he’d hunt down every one of those guys and break their necks with his bare hands. “Have. You. Done. That?”

He’d seen enough game tapes to know that he had one of the meanest glares in football, but instead of being cowed by the four snarled words, Anna’s answering smile was the brightest one yet, so stunning that he almost felt blinded by her beauty, by that light that surrounded her.

“No,” she said, still smiling. “I haven’t.” She went to her tippy toes and tilted her face up to his to press a soft, short kiss to his mouth. “But thank you for thinking that I could have if I’d wanted to.”

On the verge of dragging her by the hair up to his room and tying her to his bed for the rest of the night, he growled, “Hell, baby, you could have any guy here in ten seconds flat.”

But he only wanted her to want him.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

Not even trying to understand her—no question about it, women were one huge, endless mystery—Cole pulled his focus in tight again. “If you want to be crazy for once, I can help you. What do you say, Anna? Should we be crazy together?”

“You mean crazier than—” She actually looked both ways and lowered her voice to a near-whisper. “—sleeping together?”

He chuckled against her mouth, swiping his tongue against her lips for another quick taste. At her indrawn breath he said, “Oh yeah. A whole lot crazier.”

A half-dozen expressions moved across her face. Pleasure. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire. Doubt.

And then, as if it were single handedly going to lock down the coffin on his plans: Full-on fear.

But then, instead of pulling out of his arms and saying no, she took a deep breath and said, “You’re not talking about gambling or karaoke, are you?”

This time when he laughed against her lips—he was proud of her for not running, ridiculously impressed with her for staying in with him as long as she had—he was surprised to feel her tongue slide out across his mouth. Knowing what she wanted—because he wanted it just as much—he plundered her mouth with his. He wanted to map out every sinfully sweet corner and crevasse, wanted to spend hours kissing her until he knew exactly what made her moan with pleasure.

Finally, he let her up for air and when she looked up at him, panting and aroused and so damn beautiful he could hardly believe it, he was blindsided by the strength of what he felt for a woman he’d just met. Not just pride, but something more. Something even bigger, something he’d never felt before, something he’d never wanted to feel.

Shit. This wasn’t in the plans.

His grandmother. He had to remember that he was only doing this for his grandmother. He had to remember that the only reason he’d looked for a girl like Anna wasn’t because he was actually looking for someone to love, but because he just needed it to look that way for a little while. His throat tightened again at the thought of losing his grandmother. At how quickly his life with her could come to an end.

“Marry me, Anna.”

NEXT THREE DAYS, the Ndulgent Bloggers will feature Bella Andre's Sullivan Brothers series in anticipation of the next book to be published this Spring. You can check them out using these links: