Genres: Contemporary Romance
Bending Bethany by Aria Cole is a whirlwind week of syrupy sweetness with the nerdy girl next door and the MVP soccer star she can’t quite shake. Be prepared to be wooed all over again!
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When Bethany Howard meets international soccer star Jenson Abbot at a bar one night she never expects it will change her life forever. University classes and late nights spent studying fill her hours, but Jenson is determined to show her what she’s been missing. She thinks it’s only a one night stand, but Bethany is anything but a fling to Jenson. He’s been waiting for someone to make him feel the way she does, her sharp tongue and delicious curves undoing him from the beginning.┬á
Jenson is hellbent on proving he is the man for her, the only man that can make her eyes light up when she laughs and her body sing beneath his hands. But can Jenson convince Bethany that there’s more to him than meets the eye? Or will his flirty grin and dogged persistence put her off men forever? Jenson is determined to find out, because he’s got one last play tucked in his pocket, The Panty Play.
Warning: Bending Bethany is a whirlwind week of syrupy sweetness with the nerdy girl next door and the MVP soccer star she can’t quite shake. Be prepared to be wooed all over again!
This┬á┬áis a super fast, but super sweet. ┬áYep, the best way I can describe it. ┬áBethany is such a nerd (in the best way possible), she might as well be in a relationship with her books. ┬áLuckily, her sister is there to save her from the doldrums of research and invites her to live a little. ┬áWe’ll call this living “Jenson”.
He is so sweet and swoon worthy. ┬á The man has wooing down to an art (in a non-douchey way). ┬áHe’s so sweet, has his head on straight, and has stayed away from the slutville. ┬áSince this is a novella, we don’t get a whole lot of backstory, but you know without a doubt that he’s a “pure-of-heart” fellow any lady would be lucky to snatch up.
There is no major drama like a full length novel, but it won’t stop your heart from melting. ┬áThere is some hilarity and ingenious antics you’ll really love. Pick up this quick read and let your heart get melted!
I woke the next morning with a faint pounding in the back of my head. Scrubbing at my face, I glanced down to find myself twisted in the sheets. I sighed and stretched, feeling sore in a wide, new array of places. As my fingers traced circles in the softness of the fabric, the fog lifted and my less than moral actions from last night combusted in my memory. I slowly turned to see the handsome stranger from last night soundly asleep beside me. Well, at least I didnÔÇÖt have rose-tinted glasses. The man was definitely what my sister, Taylor, would call ÔÇ£fine.ÔÇØ He had a perfectly chiseled face, muscles that were rock hard and well sculpted, and big hands. And I knew their size matched up with another large member on his divine body…
I tore the sheet off me and sat up in bed, startled to find I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit. Here I was in all my naked glory. I looked around for my clothing. To my horror, I saw my dress was on the floor in multiple pieces. Jenson had apparently shredded it. In a frantic panic, I found a large New England Red Bulls jersey and tossed it over my head. I couldnÔÇÖt wear just this jersey, even though it was longer than that flimsy fabric I was wearing last night.
I needed to get out of there. I quickly went to the bathroom to make sure I didnÔÇÖt look like a morning after nightmare. I found a new toothbrush tucked in a drawer.
I finished my teeth and ran a brush through my hair, thinking it looked especially wild this morning. I grabbed a lock and pulled it across my nose, taking a whiff and expecting to find the scent of stale cigarette smoke.
Instead, I was hit with a wave of heady arousal.
Notes of leather and spice filled my nostrils. Ice-blue eyes. A reckless mop of dark hair.
ÔÇ£What did I do?ÔÇØ I squeaked before tracing my lips with my fingertips, feeling slightly bruised from too much kissing. I didn’t think I’d had that much to drink, but apparently the shots and the music and everything about him had gone to my head. Snapshots of last night flooded me. I didn’t do things like this, impersonal sex was never on my agenda, what was I thinking?
I ran out of there like a bat out of hell, with nothing on but a soccer jersey.
Damn. Shit. Fuck.