“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

Block Shot, Kennedy Ryan’s enemies-to-lovers, second-chance standalone romance is LIVE and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!

OUR REVIEW:

Block Shot, the latest Kennedy Ryan novel, is going to have you glued to your kindle. The first chapters are a punch to the gut and then you get to breathe for a second before she has you flipping through the pages at record speed to see how Jared and Banner are going to get to that happy ending. Anyone familiar with Kennedy's novels knows that she likes to make her characters (and us!) work for those happily ever afters and Block Shot is no different: Jared and Banner butt heads and get into these facepalm situations that had me so antsy--if I bit my fingernails, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have any left after some chapters. I mean Jared, duuuuude, way to put your foot in your mouth (or just not think) so many times! GAHHHH. It might be a miracle that Banner ever spoke to you again. Thankfully she does and it makes for some great moments. These two are fire and ice--in some ways an unlikely pair (one has a heart, one only has a heart for the other)--put them together and they steam up every page.

As for Banner? I loved Banner and her very real talk about being a curvy girl in a seemingly skinny girl's world. Her story arc always includes some very poignant observations about how our perceptions of ourselves (and hurtful words from others) can wedge themselves so deeply into our conscious, subconscious, and everything in between that it can color our every waking thought. In addition to Banner's battle with her body, she has to battle being a woman in a man's world. It's her blend of heart, hard work, and killer instincts that rounded out her character and made her another strong female character of Kennedy's.

Jared, on the other hand, is one of the alpha-est alphas I think I've read from Kennedy in a while. He's such an ass sometimes! Other times his absolute heart-eyes adoration of Banner has me loving him so hard. He's so very different than many male characters--he's unapologetically cynical, goes for the juglar in life and love, and just so RAWR. lol. He was a lot of fun to read and while I didn't always agree with how he saw the world, I appreciated that he didn't try to sugarcoat things or make them anything other than what they were, in his opinion.

As with all of Kennedy Ryan's novels, she includes diverse characters, interesting conflicts and plot points, and scenes that will have your kindle both steaming up and melting your heart--all reasons why I absolute am a fan for life.

Some early readers are calling this a lighter Kennedy Ryan read and while I can see that, it will hit home for many of us.

JARED

If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat...

The heart everyone assumes is frozen over.

Her anger is...arousing.

Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth,

gets me...well, you know.

If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man.

I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it.

I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.”

They say even rich men don't always get what they want,

but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing.

Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game?

She doesn't even know how to play.

BANNER

If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar.

One night. One epic fail. One dollar...and I'm out.

I've moved on.

I’ve found success in a field ruled by men.

Anything they can do, I have done better.

They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to.

And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance?

Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats.

I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel.

Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real.

But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me.

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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. BLOCK SHOT Spotify Playlist: http://bit.ly/BlockShotSpotify Block Shot Discussion Group: https://bit.ly/2QhoCUh

About Kennedy

A Top 30 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy Ryan writes about women from all walks of life, empowering them and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own destinies. Her heroes respect, cherish and lose their minds for the women who capture their hearts. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine and Frolic, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Atlanta Autism families, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as an advocate for families living with autism. Kennedy Ryan