A nice package for an empty shell ...! 2.5 *

Arguably the Milady Publishing treat increasingly the covers of their books, and what is more enticing to a largely female readership than offering us a splendid muscular torso, a fall of kidneys as languorous sliding towards a truly beautiful buttocks bounced use the most unbridled thoughts ... what make us fall to the earth language, shamelessly drooling eyes out of their orbit! A beautiful package box for superb mouthwatering chocolates that have nearly stick me indigestion thunder! As much as I enjoyed the fresh and sparkling series of Erin McCarthy whose frame is in the middle of the racing, I struggled with this first volume! I found hollow, singularly lacking charm, even sensual scenes ended up being repetitive, so off-putting!

This new saga "Gods of the stadium" proposes heroes with stunning bodies shaped by years of workouts that have made them professional athletes, this first volume showcases American football without stopping us details of the story about it. Mick Riley is a famous quarterback who dreams of a simple connection with a real woman instead of sweetened dolls that throws his arms every media event ... He meets Tara Lincoln, single mother and organizer of an evening worldly to which he is invited which immediately fascinated by its natural and warm and cheerful conversation! This is what is said in the book, personally I found the exchange between these two characters rather childish, a bit in the long razors! She flees he follows, and does not let the piece, determined to do more than a steamy one night stand ...

If you like big hunks tanked damn well pesky teddy style bleeding heart with all the qualities that anyone would dream even with a dark past, scenes of sex with a He-Man indestructible all 10 pages which we will retain only the nipple "penetrates me" "I am enjoying," "I'll enjoy", "yes enjoy for me," all wrapped in a semblance of plot quite agreed, this book is for you. But if you have a few minutes to spare, just watch the coverage and make up your own delirium, one is never better served than by oneself ...