Playing Dirty - The Series

By Jessica Kelly

He's a sexy football star.  She's a hot FBI agent.  Together, they'll fight to expose an obsessed stalker -- all while sizzling sparks fly between them.

Heath Montgomery was born into Texas' richest oil family, but he's not just a billionaire.  He's made his own name for himself by becoming the best tight end in the NFL.  As the captain of the San Diego Stingrays, Heath is a superstar -- one who makes girls' mouths water and keeps reporters on their toes.

By all accounts, Heath has the perfect life.  Plenty of money?  Check.  A hot girlfriend who makes him moan with ecstasy?  Check.  A deliciously chiseled body?  Check.

But behind the scenes, evil lurks.  Someone is obsessed with ruining Heath's perfect life.  Who is it?  And just how far are they willing to go?

The only one who can help him is a woman he never expected to meet.  Together, they'll try to make sense of the confusing web that Heath's stalker has created -- all while trying to make sense of the sparks flying between them.

Will Heath get his perfect life back?  Or will time run out before this football star can declare victory?

Grab your copy of Playing Dirty - The Series and find out what happens when a sizzling superstar gets blindsided by sex, danger, and the blistering heat of fame.

(Not a football fan?  That's OK!  This sexy series is light on the football lingo and heavy on the steam.)

All three of the sexy romance novels in this box set contain steamy scenes and adult content, so they're best-suited for readers who are 18+.

Playing Dirty - The Series is one of several stories that revolve around Jessica Kelly's hot family of billionaires, the Montgomerys. If you're looking for even more steamy Montgomery action, you'll find it in: 

Billionaire Bad Boys - The Montgomerys 
Dangerous Secrets - The Series 
A Sexy Mystery Series - The Box Set 
Steamy Island Romance - The Series Box Set

Dare Not - A Whodunit Mystery 

Game On - A Sexy Sports Scandal

• Language: English
• Publisher: Premier Content Source, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540135759

Jessica Kelly

Author.  Dreamer.  Entrepreneur. That's how Jessica Kelly describes herself.  Just like the main character in her first book, Trick Play, Jessica believes that hard work is the key to success.  Luckily, though, creating new characters and new plot twists doesn't feel like work to her!  Jessica has always had a passion for writing, and she has dreamed of becoming a successful author for more years than she can count. So what about the "Entrepreneur" part? That proves just how serious Jessica is about turning her dream into reality.  Her goal isn't to write a book or two in her spare time.  Instead, she's focused on building a successful writing career from the ground up.  She's not content to JUST have a dream.  She's willing to do whatever it takes to make it come true. Jessica began living the dream the moment she started writing Trick Play.  When she's not dreaming up new story ideas, this native Floridian can be found spending quality time with friends and family, soaking up the sun on the beach, and -- of course -- reading. Jessica loves hearing from her readers.  Connect with her on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/jessicakellyauthor or on Twitter at http://twitter.com/WritingJessica

Book preview

Chapter 1

Let's cut right to the chase.  What's it like to be football's biggest and richest star?

Heath smiled.  Roy Dangerfield had gotten his own show on SportsChannel because of his no-holds-barred approach to interviews.  Everyone knew how much Roy loved making famous professional athletes squirm underneath the bright TV studio lights.

But Heath had no intention of squirming.  Squirming wasn't in his DNA.

TV lights, stadium lights, flashes from paparazzi cameras—he'd thrived underneath all of them.  That's just how it is when you're born into the billionaire Montgomery family.  You stand tall and succeed in the spotlight.  Period.

What's it like?  It's pretty freaking awesome, Heath chuckled.

Roy let out a big belly laugh.  We already knew that, Heath!  How about you give us a few more details?  My viewers are dying to know what a day in the life of Heath Montgomery is really like.  The fancy cars, the hot chicks, the giant wads of hundred dollar bills.  Don't leave anything out!

There's a lot of hard work involved, Heath explained.  During the season, I spend hours at practice and hours watching game films.  And during the off-season, I spend hours training for the next season.  Playing football is in my blood.  I crave winning as much as I crave oxygen.

You've certainly done plenty of winning, Roy said.  Two Super Bowl trophies with the San Diego Stingrays, an NFL MVP award, and if you keep at this same pace, your stats will make you football's all-time greatest tight end by the time you turn thirty.  Not too shabby.

I'm a lucky guy, Heath smiled.  I've got one hell of a life.

Your personal life is on fire, too, Roy pointed out.  That girlfriend of yours is a stunner.  I'm sure you get plenty of help recovering from all of those hard workouts, if you know what I mean, he winked. 

Heath couldn't do anything but chuckle and shake his head.  Roy, you wouldn't know tact if it jumped up and bit you in the ass, Heath thought to himself before rattling off the same answer he always gave whenever reporters asked him about his love life.  Violet's a great girl.  We've been together ever since our days at Texas A&M University, long before the NFL came calling.

Oh yeah, Roy snorted, you were just a regular college kid back then.  As regular as a famous billionaire can be.

I'm hoping she loves me for more than my family's money, Heath teased.

Yeah, yeah, I'm sure she does, the brash TV personality teased back.  What a douche bag, Heath thought to himself.

We've got to take a quick commercial break, Roy said, suddenly changing gears.  But after that, we're going to dig into the X's and O's.  Stay tuned, folks!  More with Heath Montgomery in just a minute!

As soon as he saw a commercial start running on the monitor next to him, Heath let out a sigh of relief.  The toughest part of the interview was over.  He'd be happy to talk football strategy all day long.  Hell, he considered it part of his job as an NFL star to sit down for interviews.  But Roy Dangerfield—along with everyone else—was obsessed with his personal life.  He didn't want to share every detail with the world.  He liked his privacy. 

But when you're last name is Montgomery, privacy is the last thing people want to give you.

Chapter 2

Huddle up, fellas!

Heath adjusted his helmet and tried to quickly catch his breath while his quarterback, Ty McCoy, told everyone in the huddle which play they were going to run next.  The San Diego sun was a scorcher—especially in the middle of August, when the Stingrays practiced twice a day to get ready for the upcoming season—but he didn't care.  As sweltering as it was, he'd run as many plays as Coach Kinsley wanted.  The football field was his happy place.  Others may have hated the sweat, mud, and exhaustion that accompanied a long, hot practice, but all of that stuff fueled him.  Anytime he felt tired, he forced himself to work even harder.  Pushing his body to the limit had become an addiction over the years.  He loved seeing just how far he could go.

Coach Kinsley blew his whistle a few seconds later, and Heath and his teammates jogged out to the middle of the field and lined up.  Heath smiled as the ball was snapped because this play was designed for him.  He darted across the field, raced past the defender who was supposed to be covering him, and turned around just in time to see the ball spiraling towards him.  He reached up, snagged the ball out of the sky, and sprinted all the way into the end zone.

Nice job, Montgomery! Coach Kinsley yelled.  The rest of you pansies can learn a lesson from your tight end!  Never stop hustling!

Hey Montgomery! Eddie Jagger shouted from the sidelines. Quit making the rest of us look bad!

Heath looked over at him and shook his head with disgust.  Jagger seemed like a nice enough guy, but he wasn't exactly known for being a hard worker. 

The only one making you look bad, Jagger, is you! Heath shouted back.  He tried to chuckle as he said it, but he wasn't kidding.  Jagger had a chip on his shoulder, and it bugged the shit out of Heath.  Ditch the attitude, and you could be a star, Heath thought to himself.  Too bad you don't see it that way, Jagger.  Until you do, you're going to be second-string behind guys like me for your entire life.

Two hours later, the Stingrays' afternoon practice was over.  Heath jogged into the locker room, stripped off his uniform as quickly as he could, and turned the shower on as hot as it would go.  Come to Papa, he whispered as the hot water began to run over his screaming muscles.  As much as he loved the challenge of a grueling practice, there was nothing better than a long steamy shower after it was over.

Well, there's almost nothing better, he thought to himself as Violet's face popped into his head.  She did a hell of a job taking care of his aching body after practice, too.

Chapter 3

Heath zoomed his red Porsche 911 into the long, winding driveway, tapped the button to put the convertible top back up, and shut off the engine. 

If you're going to live at the beach, you've got to have a beach car, he whispered with a smile.

Before he walked inside, he took a deep breath.  He loved filling his lungs with the salty ocean air.  Every time he came home, he patted himself on the back for buying a house in San Diego's prestigious Mission Bay neighborhood.  He loved living on the southern tip of the Crown Point peninsula, because it meant he had water views in every direction.  The football field may have been his happy place, but this home had become his sanctuary. 

After spending a few moments paying homage to the water, he turned and headed up the front walk.  He'd torn down the original house that sat on this lot and built one from scratch.  Whenever he looked at his house, he was damn proud of himself for insisting on two things—floor-to-ceiling windows so that he could gaze out at the water from any room in the house, and a whitewashed limestone exterior that reminded him of his proud Texas roots.

The best of both worlds, he whispered as he slid his key into the front lock.

You're home!  Finally! Violet squealed before he even had a chance to walk all the way inside.

Coach Kinsley worked us hard today, baby, he said with a sigh as Violet threw her arms around his neck.  I'm exhausted.

She gave his neck a few quick kisses and then looked up at him with a smile.  I'll take very good care of you tonight.  I promise.

I hope so, he smiled back as his cock started to stir in his shorts.  It didn't matter how worn out he was—Violet's long blonde hair, perfectly toned and tanned body, and giant tits always had his cock begging for action.  Today, she'd squeezed those tits into a tiny purple tank top that he couldn't wait to peel off her.

She ran her hands across his shoulders and down his chest.  God, baby, your body makes me so hot, she purred.  It's like you're not even real.  You look like someone chiseled you out of marble.

He smiled and grabbed a handful of her perfect tits.  Your body isn't too shabby either, he winked.

I'm going to show you just how much I appreciate this body of yours, she winked.  But first you need some energy.  Dinner's almost ready.

Dinner can wait, he said as he slid his hands down to grab onto her luscious ass.  He scooped her up into his arms.  I need you right now.

She giggled as he carried her up the stairs.  His legs were throbbing from practice, but the climb to his third floor master suite was well worth it.  Violet could treat his cock to ecstasy in their giant king-sized bed while Mother Nature treated them to one hell of a California sunset.

He laid her on the bed, and she immediately stripped off her tank top, exposing a bright blue bra.  She wiggled her chest at him and then leaned up to kiss him.  As their tongues raced around each other, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her perfect tits.  Through the smooth satin of her bra, he could feel her nipples harden at his touch.

She pulled her face away from his and scooted down to the foot of the bed, stopping only to tug down his mesh shorts and smile wickedly.  He hadn't bothered to put on underwear after his shower.

Oooh! Violet cooed when his erection sprang out and then winked, You gave me easy access on purpose, didn’t you?

I had a feeling you might want access to that area tonight, he winked back.

You bet I do, she purred before taking his hard cock in her hands and stroking him from base to tip. 

He groaned with delight and leaned back on the mountain of pillows that sat on top of their bed.  There were just enough of them to cushion his aching muscles, while still giving him the perfect view of the show Violet was putting on in between his legs.

After a few gloriously slow strokes, Violet leaned down and took his entire length into her mouth.  Her giant tits rubbed against his thighs as her lips led her up and down his throbbing shaft.

Damn, baby! he hissed.  You are so fucking good at that!

She traced her tongue along his tip, sucking ever so lightly on his most sensitive spot, while her hands worked the base of him.  He squeezed his eyes shut and soaked up the pleasure as she worked her magic.

He would have been happy to let her suck him all night, but he wanted more.  He could feel a powerful release building up, and he wanted to be inside her when it arrived.

Mmmm baby, he moaned.  Take that hot body of yours and ride me.

He cracked open an eye just in time to see her sliding out of her cutoff jean shorts.  He couldn't help but notice that she hadn't worn any underwear either.  His cock got even harder knowing that she'd been fantasizing about this very moment all day long.

She unclasped her bra and tossed it across the room, then spread her legs over him.  He reached down and trailed a fingertip across her slit. 

You're soaking wet, baby, he whispered.  Just how I like you.

Always for you, baby, she purred before taking his length inside of her.

He hissed when his hard cock met her wet heat.  He grabbed onto her hips and guided her back and forth.  She squealed and wiggled her hips even faster.  He loved watching her do the work—especially after a grueling practice.  All he had to do was lie back and let her take him to madness.

She started to moan, and he knew she was close to going over the edge.  He dug his fingers into her perfectly plump ass and whispered, Come for me, baby.  Show me what I do to you.

Her hot walls clenched around him, treating his cock to a delicious massage.  She cried out as her hips bucked hard against him.  He thrust up at her, pounding her even deeper.  She screamed louder.  He loved watching her come, seeing the ecstasy wash over her entire body.

Oh god!  Oh god!  Yes, baby!  Yes!

Her body shook as she rode him, her screams getting louder by the second.  Her orgasm seemed to keep going and going, all while her hips rode him to a frenzy.  Suddenly, the pressure in his core got even stronger.  He took one last look at her pleasure-riddled face, then shut his eyes and let his own ecstasy take over.

Fuck! he screamed as his cock thundered inside of her.

Yes!  Oh yes! she screamed. 

Even through the blissful haze of his orgasm, he could tell she was coming again.  His raging cock slammed against her quivering walls, sending even more shock waves sizzling through him.

Baby, he panted when his cock finally started to slow down.  My god.

More, she moaned as her hips began to wiggle around in a circle.  I want more, Heath.

Breathless, his cock surged again.  He wanted more, too.  Give it to me baby, he moaned as she rode him to another blazing release.

Chapter 4

Heath let out a groan when his alarm clock went off at 5:30 the next morning.  He and Violet had been way too busy feasting on each other in bed to eat their dinner last night, so the sound of his alarm clock buzzing was followed by a loud growl in his stomach. 

Up and at 'em, tiger, he whispered as he dragged himself out of bed.

He didn't have to be at the Stingrays' complex until 7:00 AM, but he always woke up at 5:30.  He liked to have some quiet time before the grind of practice began.  A true creature of habit, he ate the same thing every morning—three scrambled egg whites, two slices of whole-grain toast, a cup of Greek yogurt, and two big glasses of water.  That was what his high-priced nutritionist had told him to eat, so that's what he ate—even on mornings like this, when he really wanted a huge stack of pancakes dripping in butter and syrup. 

Keep your eye on the prize, Montgomery, he muttered to himself as he shoved a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

He knew how important it was to treat his body like a well-oiled machine.  The better fuel he put into it, the better production he'd get out of it.  As good as those pancakes would have tasted, hoisting another Super Bowl trophy over his head would feel even better.

In between bites, he took a deep breath and soaked in the silence of the early morning.  This time of year, when the Stingrays practiced twice each day, he relished every bit of quiet time he could get. 

Unfortunately, though, it didn't last long.

Hey baby, a groggy-looking Violet mumbled as she trudged down the stairs in a tiny pink silk robe.  Her hard nipples poked through the thin fabric, but he told his cock to stand down.  As much as he wanted to throw her down on the kitchen table and ravage her again, he didn't have time.

What are you doing up so early, baby?

I wanted to talk to you before you left, she said with a sleepy smile.  In between all of those mind-blowing orgasms you gave me last night, I forgot to tell you that we have dinner plans tonight.

Oh? he asked before gulping down some water.  With who?

Jordan Sloane.

Heath racked his brain, but came up empty.  Who's that?

My agent, she beamed.  Suddenly, Violet looked wide awake. 

Your what?! Heath sputtered.  Since when do you have an agent?!

Since now.  In case you haven't noticed, we live in California, Heath.

The way she said the word California made the hair on his neck stand up.  Violet had always been a down-to-earth, Texas born-and-raised girl.  She'd grown up on a ranch in West Texas where everyone talked more about livestock than celebrities.  That was what he'd always liked best about her—she loved him for him, instead of the fame and fortune that came with being a Montgomery and an NFL player. 

Now he was afraid that his down home country gal was blinded by the flashy spotlights of California.

We live in California because the Stingrays drafted me, he said slowly, trying to keep his cool.  We're not here to be rich and famous.

Oh please, Heath!  You're all over the television every freaking day!

Because football season is starting.  Reporters ask me questions, and I have an obligation to answer them. he said, surprised by how annoyed he was all of a sudden.  You know I don't do product endorsements.  You won't see me in any commercials.  I'm all about football.

Well I'm not, she huffed.  There are a lot of opportunities for WAGS, and Jordan's going to help me take advantage of them.

What the hell is a WAG?!

It stands for Wives And Girlfriends.  You know, of pro athletes, she explained with a roll of her eyes, like she couldn't believe that he didn't know that. 

Oh good grief, Heath muttered as he shoved another spoonful of yogurt into his mouth.  Better keep your mouth busy before you say something you shouldn't, he thought to himself.

Anyway, Violet continued after a few seconds of awkward silence, We're having dinner with Jordan tonight at 7:00.  Oh, and you'll need to wear a tie.

A tie?  Seriously?

Yes.  In fact, you need to start dressing better as a whole.  Look at you right now.  You're wearing an old, faded t-shirt and mesh shorts.

Because I'm about to head to football practice.  Remember?

It doesn't matter, Heath.  You're a superstar.  That means people are watching you all the time.

He