Lexington and 42nd Synopsis
It was meant to be the job opportunity of a life time.
It turned out to be so much more…
At the age of twenty five, Emma Lexington takes off to New York on a once in a life time twelve-month job exchange with the New York Warriors. Determined to make the most of the opportunity, she prepares herself for life in the big apple—fast paced, exciting and a whole lot of fun. What she hasn’t prepare for though, is meeting him.
The charming Will Jensen is in the prime of his playing career. As the star quarterback for the Warriors, his carefree, football centric life is thrown into disarray when he meets Emma, the beautiful, easy going Australian girl who joins the Warriors staff.
Unwilling to throw her professional reputation away on a fling with the playboy quarterback, Emma turns down Will’s advances, even though she can’t deny the attraction she feels for him. Their pull toward one another grows, but it takes a near disaster for Emma to finally give Will a chance.
Getting together might have been hard, but figuring out how to stay together will prove even more challenging as Emma must decide between conflicting loyalties.
Lexington and 42nd is a fun, sexy romance, set in the exciting world of the NFL in the fabulous city of New York.
Our burgers arrived, looking and smelling amazing. I laughed as I stared at the loaded plate the waiter placed in front of me. “You were right, I would have had total menu envy if I’d gone with a salad.” Although how I was going to get through even half of the gigantic burger was beyond me.
I swallowed, gulping down a glass of water. “Unsurprisingly not a lot. I had every intention of studying up before I started work last week, but I kind of got distracted by the whole sightseeing thing.” I popped some fries in my mouth before going on. “I think you owe me some lessons for leading me on the other night, Quarterback.”
Will nodded as he swallowed a mouthful. He was already two-thirds of the way through his meal. “You’re right, what do you want to know?”
I considered where to start. “Right, umm, how many players on a team?”
He rolled his eyes, unamused by my ignorance. “Fifty-three on the roster but only forty-five on the game-day roster. There’s only eleven on the field at a time.”
“How long does the game go for?”
“An hour, two thirty-minute halves with a twelve-minute break in between, and a two-minute break at the end of each fifteen-minute quarter. But the game tends to go for a few hours with all the time-outs.”
“How many points do you score if you get a goal?”
“You get three for a field goal and six for a touchdown.”
I laughed. “Touchdowns I’ve heard of. What about teams, how many are there in the league?”
Mouth full, he responded, “Thirty-two.”
“Do you always speak when you’re eating?”
He swallowed. “I can be quiet, if that’s how you like it.”
I sucked in a breath at the innuendo in his words. With one line, he’d changed the mood from light and friendly to something totally more sinister...and as much as I wanted to pretend it hadn’t affected me, it had. His eyes darkened as he continued staring at me and I had absolutely no idea how to respond, feeling both mortified and turned on at the same time. His ability to completely overwhelm me with just a few words was daunting, and it wasn’t lost on me that making women melt in a puddle of neediness was most likely a weekly hobby for him.
He finally blinked a few times and placed a hand over my forearm, his touch doing nothing to calm me. “Hey, Bambi, relax. I was just messing with you. Chill out.”
I let out a breath and eventually managed a small smile. “You’re dangerous, Will Jensen. And you can stop with the flirty eyes and one-liners—we work together, remember?”
He held up his hands with a look of mock horror. “I’m offended you’d think I’d even consider it.”
“I’m serious! I’ve been warned about you and your charms.” I narrowed my eyes. “They won’t work on me.”
“Really? They’re not working even a little?” he teased.
“Nope. Not even a little.”
It was actually working a lot, but there was no way I was telling him that. As if he didn’t already know. He could probably make a woman’s panties fall off with nothing more than a look.
He sighed. “Fine. But I’m disappointed.”
“And stop calling me Bambi, it’s offensive.”
Will laughed. “Too late, you’ll forever be my Bambi. Besides, you’re Disney Bambi, not Stripper Bambi.” He pinched a handful of fries from my plate and winked. “You haven’t taken your clothes off for me…yet.”
“Ha! Nice one buddy, never gonna happen.”
About Kim Carmody
Kim Carmody lives in Australia with her husband, in a sunny little part of Melbourne that she never wants to leave. Except for frequent trips to New York, she is happy to leave at least once a year for those.
She holds a Masters in Commerce Marketing and while she spent her younger years training to become a professional dancer, she somehow ended up working in the sports industry, where she met her now husband. Never a participant or spectator of sport growing up (she was too busy flitting around in a tutu), she has grown to appreciate, if not love many sports and eventually found herself writing about them too.
As an avid book lover from the moment she was introduced to The Babysitters Club as a seven year-old, Kim never expected to be able to call herself an author, but is beyond excited that she now can.
Lexington and 42nd is her first novel.