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The Boyfriend Comeback (The Boyfriend Zone #1)
Author: Lauren Blakely





A sexy, emotionally-charged, rivals-to-lovers, second chance sports romance…

Some men are just off-limits. Like, say, all the other football players in the league.

But I’ve been crushing hard on one quarterback in particular for the last year. When Jason invites me to his place the night before my first pro football game, I say yes so fast. Our white-hot time together answers a lot of questions I’ve had about myself.

Then life happens, and I don’t show up for our second date. The worst part is that he’ll never know how much it meant to me.

And when I’m traded to his cross-town rivals, I know that’s not the time to serve up my secrets either. My team’s PR department wants to double down on our rivalry.

And they’re right. I need to focus on football, not on my interest in men. But the more time I spend doing media appearances and charity events with the generous, quick-witted, popular guy, the hungrier I am for him.

It’s a bad idea to knock on his door late one night. I could lose everything. He’s probably not even home.

But then the door swings open, and I have a choice to make.









Dear Reader,

Beck and Jason’s romance begins with a novella, The Boyfriend Kickoff. If you already read the novella when it was released on its own, go ahead and start at THE BOYFRIEND COMEBACK! If not, then start right here and turn the page.








When I finally meet the sexy quarterback I’ve been crushing on, I promise myself I won’t let on that he’s the object of my late-night fantasies.

And when he invites me to a party at his house that night, I swear I won’t drop a hint then either. He doesn’t need to know how curious I am about him, and about myself.

Besides, I need to ask him for help with the media since I’m the other quarterback in town.

That’s my one and only goal.

But when everyone leaves and it’s just the two of us alone in his home, I start to break all my promises…

The Boyfriend Kickoff is a novella in the The Boyfriend Comeback series. You’ll enjoy the Boyfriend Comeback so much more if you read this!







By Lauren Blakely

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Content Warnings: Prior death of a sibling, off page, before the start of the book. Estranged from mother. Anxiety. Additional content warnings can be found on author’s web site.










I knew this day was coming.

Saturday, August 15th, ten a.m., has been on the calendar since training camp began.

But as I stand on the sidelines of the San Francisco Hawks facility with my receivers, staring at the field, slack-jawed, I am thoroughly unprepared for the onslaught of cute.

“Those furballs are so damn adorable.” I smack Nate’s rock-hard shoulder. “Just look at them,” I say, pointing at the kittens on the fifty-yard line.

“Like I can look anywhere else,” Nate says, as if he’s been injected with sunshine.

Volunteers from the Furry Friends local animal rescue have escorted a dozen or so adoptable critters to the final practice before our first preseason game tomorrow against the Los Angeles Mercenaries. Until this second, I had no idea I wanted a kitten in my life. I’m a pro baller who’s on the road a ton, with no need for that kind of responsibility in my very single life.

But now?

Sign me up. Starting with . . . that one.

The black-and-white cat with tiny white gloves. “Dude, that tuxedo is all mine,” I shout, laying claim to my favorite.

Nate points at another crate. “Dibs on the orange one!”

The tight end, Orlando, joins us and calls out, “I want the Siamese, then.” Orlando peers around me, then Nate, like he needs to protect his turf from some of the most competitive guys on the team. It’s just receivers and quarterbacks here while the defensive backs are running drills on the far end of the field.

Nate and I trot over to the crate with the black-and-white one. The little critter meows, sauntering to the door to say hi. Bending to one knee, I offer a finger through the crate wires. “Hey there, sweet little thing,” I say, and he nibbles on my finger.

I look up at the sound of sneakers on spongy grass. A friendly blonde makes her way toward us. Reese Kingsley is the publicist for the team and its charitable efforts, including the Furry Friends Weekend. All proceeds from that game will go to the animal rescue, and soon our team photographer will snap pics of the players with the pets to get fans excited and try to rehome some animals.

“You two ready for the first pics?” she asks as she arrives next to me.

“I am ready for my close-up,” I say.

“And then he wants two kittens for the road, please,” Nate puts in, smart-ass that he is. His eyes twinkle with humor.

“So does Nate,” I add.

Reese shakes her head in amusement. “Every time. Every single time we do one of these events, the guys all melt.”

That perks my interest. “You’re saying the other athletes go home with armfuls of kittens?”

With a smirk, Reese nods. “They do. But listen, don’t feel obligated to adopt. We always clear the shelters with the promo. Just the pics will be more than enough,” she says.

Nearby, a woman with a camera around her neck, her black hair piled on her head, waves to Reese.

Reese waves back to the photographer and turns to me. “Looks like we’re ready. We appreciate you doing this with the opposing team.”

Shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun, I scan the field, looking for the Mercenaries—some jog out from their tunnel, also in practice gear.

A guy in a Furry Friends T-shirt walks over from a nearby crate and reaches into the one housing my favorite tux-wearing feline.

Reese sets a hand on my arm. “Jason, we’ll get you first, along with some shots of you and the Mercenaries QB. We want a picture of you holding Bandit. He’s six months old and is part gymnast already. The shelter handler will be off-camera in case the little dude treats you like you’re a vault.”

“I’ve got pretty steady hands,” I say with a grin. If I can carry a ball downfield, I can handle a high-flying kitten.

The T-shirt guy hands me Bandit, who greets me with an upbeat meow.

Aww, hell. My heart squishes, all helpless. Forget gusto. I turn to mush as I scratch the little guy under the chin. “Aww, look at you with your cute little gloves,” I coo.

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