The Steamy Scandal Series Box Set

By Kristyn Kohl

Away from the stadium lights lies the burning glow of scandal…

Chelsea Knight is living her dream -- both in and out of the bedroom.  She may not have found the love of her life yet, but she's got a hot guy who can't resist ripping her clothes off and making her body quiver with delight.  And when daylight comes, she gets to go to her dream job.  Chelsea is a successful sports reporter for the Miami Tribune -- so successful, in fact, that she gets to cover the South Florida Sharks and their star first baseman, Slade Stirling, every single day. 

Some people didn't think Chelsea had what it took to survive in this male-dominated world, but she's about to prove them all wrong.

When an informant decides he wants the media to blow the whistle on a mega-scandal, he turns to Chelsea.  Just like that, she goes from writing about balls and strikes to writing about dangerous secrets.

And that's when things get messy.

Chelsea's story doesn't just turn Miami's sports scene upside down.  It also turns downright dangerous.  Turns out, this game can be a whole lot more wicked than Chelsea ever imagined.

From the bright lights of a baseball stadium to the bright crime scene tape that starts popping up all over Miami, Chelsea is thrust into the middle of it all. 

She knew her story would be big, but she never imagined that it would lead to all of this…

The three books in this box set contain adult situations and sexual content, so they're best-suited for an audience that's 18+.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Premier Content Source, Inc.
• Release date: Oct 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781536590470

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The Steamy Scandal Series

Box Set

Kristyn Kohl

Copyright

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, events, establishments, organizations, locations, incidents, or dialogue are either a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, establishments, or organizations is entirely coincidental.  References to real people, events, locales, establishments, or organizations are intended only to offer a sense of authenticity, and are used fictitiously.

Copyright ©2015 Kristyn Kohl

Published by Premier Content Source, Inc.

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Away from the stadium lights lies the burning glow of scandal...

Chelsea Knight is living her dream—both in and out of the bedroom.  She may not have found the love of her life yet, but she's got a hot guy who can't resist ripping her clothes off and making her body quiver with delight.  And when daylight comes, she gets to go to her dream job.  Chelsea is a successful sports reporter for the Miami Tribune—so successful, in fact, that she gets to cover the South Florida Sharks and their star first baseman, Slade Stirling, every single day. 

Some people didn't think Chelsea had what it took to survive in this male-dominated world, but she's about to prove them all wrong.

When an informant decides he wants the media to blow the whistle on a mega-scandal, he turns to Chelsea.  Just like that, she goes from writing about balls and strikes to writing about dangerous secrets.

And that's when things get messy.

Chelsea's story doesn't just turn Miami's sports scene upside down.  It also turns downright dangerous.  Turns out, this game can be a whole lot more wicked than Chelsea ever imagined.

From the bright lights of a baseball stadium to the bright crime scene tape that starts popping up all over Miami, Chelsea is thrust into the middle of it all. 

She knew her story would be big, but she never imagined that it would lead to all of this...

The three books in this box set contain adult situations and sexual content, so they're best-suited for an audience that's 18+.

Wicked Game 1—A Sexy Sports Thriller

The Steamy Scandal Series

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Kristyn Kohl

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Chapter 1

Can you get me tickets to a Sharks' game?

There it was—the question that got asked on every single date Chelsea ever went on.  Not that she was a serial dater or anything.  Heck, she hardly had time to have a social life thanks to her demanding job!  But on those rare nights when she didn't have to cover a South Florida Sharks' game for the Miami Tribune and actually got to venture out with a member of the opposite sex, she always wound up talking about work.

She didn't mind sharing some details.  After all, it was a pretty big deal to be the only woman beat reporter for professional baseball's most popular team.  She was proud of her accomplishments, and a little bit of bragging always felt good.  But she was an actual person—not just a reporter.  She wanted her dates to think of her as Chelsea, instead of Chelsea Knight, Sports Reporter.  Unfortunately, though, most guys didn't bother to look past her job and get to know all of her.

And that's why the question annoyed her so much.

I'm not powerful enough to command free tickets, she laughed, tucking her long brown hair behind her right ear.  It was the same response she gave every time.  She figured if a flirty giggle and a seductive hair tuck didn't get the date back on track, nothing would.

Man, that must be awesome to write about the Sharks every day!  I've loved them for my entire life, her date, Adam, continued. 

Clearly the giggle and hair tuck hadn't worked.

Chelsea vowed revenge against her sister for setting up this blind date.  She could've been at home in sweat pants, binging on Netflix and eating ice cream out of the carton, instead of wearing shoes that pinched her feet, while her date waxed poetically about a baseball team.

What's Slade Stirling like in person? Adam asked, sounding more like a teenage girl with a crush on Justin Bieber than the sophisticated commercial lawyer Chelsea's sister had sworn up and down that she would love. 

Even his wavy black hair and his sexy dimples couldn't save him now.  This would definitely be their first and last date.

He's nice, Chelsea said.

Ironically, Chelsea couldn't think of anything else to say about the Sharks' superstar first baseman.  Everyone else in Miami seemed to have a lot to say about Slade—like how he was a shoe-in to go to the Hall of Fame whenever he decided to retire, how great it was that a Miami boy had made it big with his hometown team, and how nice that he still had the same core group of friends from when he was a kid.

Wow, you get to talk to Slade Stirling for a living!  That's so cool! Adam squealed.

Chelsea couldn't help but notice that Adam had barely touched his dinner.  She'd been so impressed when he'd snagged a table at the impossibly-hard-to-get-into Joe's Stone Crab, but she was less-than-impressed that he was too busy oohing and ahhing over Slade Stirling to actually eat.

Two things were obvious—going on this blind date was a horrible idea, and Chelsea was going to need another glass of Pinot Grigio if she was going to make it through this never-ending dinner with Adam.

She couldn't believe it, but she was actually longing for the on-again-off-again fling she had with Ethan, one of the copy editors at the Miami Tribune.  Ethan wasn't all that special, but they both had the same difficult schedule—working most nights and weekends—so they'd naturally gravitated towards each other. 

Plus, Ethan could give her one hell of an orgasm.

But a few weeks ago, she'd told herself to stop fooling around with Ethan and look for a relationship with real potential.  But after spending time with Adam, Ethan's magical cock suddenly seemed too good to pass up.  She was kicking herself for even thinking about it—but she was also wondering if she should give Ethan a call after she bid farewell to Adam.

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Chapter 2

Make room!  The King of Miami is coming through!

Chelsea winced at the nasally voice that had become all-too-familiar in the Sharks' locker room over the years.  This may have been her dream job, but covering the South Florida Sharks also meant having to deal with Dan Pierson, and he was anything but a dream come true.  Worst of all, he wasn't even on the team!  He was Slade Stirling's best friend—the Prince to Slade's King, as Dan loved to screech.  They'd been friends since kindergarten, which meant that Dan got to ride Slade's coattails, get paid handsomely to be his assistant, and accompany him to all of his post-game interviews because Dan loved the spotlight even more than Slade did.

But Dan was right about one thing—Slade was the King of Miami.  He was the closest thing the city had to royalty, which meant a measly beat reporter like Chelsea couldn't tell him to ditch the short, stumpy, obnoxious hanger-on during interviews.  Instead, she had to ask her questions over Dan's antics. 

And there were always antics.

He'd taken great pride in dousing her with an entire cooler of Gatorade after a big playoff win last season.  She knew that postseason celebrations got wild—it was actually fun watching the players run around like little kids after a big win—but she would've enjoyed it more if it hadn't ruined the digital tape recorder she'd used to capture all of her interviews.  It hadn't been fun explaining to her boss why she didn't have any quotes to use in her story that night.

Then there was the time that Dan came to the postgame interview wrapped only in a towel.  Chelsea had no problem interviewing athletes right after they took a shower.  That was part of her job as a beat reporter, and she prided herself on doing it with class and professionalism.  But watching Dan rub his man boobs with a too-tiny towel was nauseating.  That night, she'd asked all of her questions while trying desperately not to gag.

Tonight was more of the same.  Slade Stirling had hit a monster home run, and Dan was acting as if he'd done it.  Every time Slade came through in the clutch, Dan pranced around like he'd contributed to it in some way.  In reality, all Dan ever did for Slade was spend his money and boost his blood alcohol level when he waged one of his infamous Shot Wars in the clubs on South Beach.

His royal highness will speak to you now! Dan shouted as Slade walked up to the group of reporters that was waiting at his locker for him.

Chelsea could tell that Slade was only pretending to look embarrassed.  She'd gotten to know him well enough over the past few seasons to know that he loved being the center of attention.  That was why he always—without fail—showed up to post-game interviews without a shirt on.  He knew his shaggy blonde hair, his broad shoulders, and his hard, sun-kissed chest drove women wild, and he loved showing off for the cameras.  His ego was even bigger than Dan's.  Everyone knew it, but no one dared to call him out for it.

Slade, it never fails.  You always come up big in big games, Robert, one of the longest-tenured beat reporters said.  Tell us what you were thinking when you hit that home run.

Chelsea was used to the soft questions all of the other beat reporters asked, but she still didn't like them.  Sure, having Slade describe hitting a home run made for a nice quote, but she liked digging deeper.  She wanted him to explain why hitting low-and-away pitches came so easily to him, or what he was doing to have better results against left-handed pitchers this season, or exactly what he was looking for when he decided whether or not to steal second base.

However, the other reporters—the old-timers who openly reminisced about the good ol' days when women weren't allowed in the locker room—were perfectly content to ask stupid questions that did nothing but feed Slade's ego.

No wonder they called him the King of Miami.  He'd turned experienced journalists into groupies.

Slade, you seem to really be seeing those left-handed pitchers well all of a sudden, Chelsea shouted over the crowd.  What's different in your approach at the plate?

"I've spent a lot of hours working