The Player and the Pixie by L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid Publication Date: April 12, 2016 Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Sports, Humor
I didn’t know what I was doing.
Requests, things I wanted, words I would never speak or allow myself to think were now uncontainable.
It’s the sex, I reiterated. Again. I’d used this explanation, now on repeat, as a simple justification for the complex cacophony of my mind.
“Be with you?” Her long, dark lashes fluttered, beating like distressed butterfly wings against warming pink cheeks.
I licked my lips, tasting her there. “Yes.”
She stared at me, confused. I was also confused. And oddly frightened.
Because it wasn’t the sex.
Several seconds ticked on as we studied each other in breathless silence. She found her voice before I did. “What does that—”
“Lucy?” Annie’s voice was paired with a soft knock on the bathroom door. “Are you okay?”
I opened my mouth to whisper a clarification to the question Lucy hadn’t quite posed, because I was compelled to tell her it wasn’t the sex. We didn’t have to have sex. We could just . . . talk. Or play cards. Or touch. Or look at each other from across the room.
We could merely be together.
But she covered my mouth with her hand. Her features arrested with unmistakable panic.
“Yes. I’m fine! I just . . . started my period is all. Made a mess in my jeans, like a crime scene.” Lucy hollered in response then grimaced. She immediately mouthed I’m sorry to me. Her cheeks flushed red.
I lifted an eyebrow. She rolled her eyes, ducking her head with obvious embarrassment. I pressed my lips together so I wouldn’t laugh.
Issuing me a quelling look, Lucy released me and skittered out of the stall, whispering, “Stay here and count to three hundred.”
“Oh! Do you need anything?” Annie’s voice was less muffled and I surmised she’d opened the bathroom door.
“Ah, no. Have it all sorted now. Thank God Tom has these nice absorbent napkins instead of those troublesome hand driers. Although I feel like I’m wearing a nappy. They’re bad for the environment, so I should talk to him about replacing the napkins. Maybe make a few available for emergencies . . .”
Lucy’s anxiety-riddled chatter faded as the bathroom door clicked shut.
I released an audible exhale. My heart was beating as though it might leap from my chest. I needed to catch my breath. Neither had anything to do with being caught.
What the fuck were you doing?
It was the sex. She’s phenomenal in bed. You’ve never had that before. It was just sex.
I nodded, reiterating the logic of my justification for the uncharacteristic behavior. If I repeated it enough, perhaps I would believe it.
I didn’t count to three hundred as instructed. I counted to one hundred and twenty-three, then realized what I was doing.
“You’re mad, Sean,” I muttered, shaking myself and promptly leaving the ladies’ room. I checked the cufflinks on my dress shirt—a nervous habit—and strolled back to the table, eyeing the assortment of eejits gathered.
The Player and the Pixie is comic genius! Lucy and Sean have some great banter, and classic funny moments, but they also have real chemistry and an oddly deep connection neither expected.
Sean is the hated man on the team, he's loathed by many and promotes this loathing by being the biggest jerk he can be. He's been told so many times, he's cold and awful, so obviously this must be true. But really, Sean is different, he just needs a chance to prove it. Discovering feelings for Lucy give him such an opportunity, but can he do it?
Lucy has been stuck in her brother's shadow forever, and she's been listening to her mother complain about her hair, her life choices, and everything in between. It drives her crazy, to the point she does stupid things in retaliation that really don't affect anyone but herself. When she's busted by Sean on one such occasion, Lucy gives in and agrees to go out with him, which leads to more.
I loved these two together, they found something in the other that they had never experienced before and that they hadn't expected. Their antics and banter just build up the story because even while laughing, you can see closer bonds forming between them and see they are growing together. The story though was about more than romantic feelings, and humorous moments, it was about these two people discovering something about theirselves, learning that they had something in them that others hadn't seen or couldn't see before.
Sean and Lucy are on an emotional journey together, learning about themselves and each other and finding that they simply work together, they can be their selves when they are with each other and its a beautiful thing.
The Player and The Pixie is a great read that balances emotions with humor, and sucks you into the developing love story. The writing is flawless and beautiful making you not only feel the story, but see the places in your mind.