The Player and the Pixie
Author: L.H. Cosway & Penny Reid
Series: Rugby #2
Release Date: April 12th 2016
How can someone so smokin’ hot be so bad in bed? I mean, Sean Cassidy is absolute rubbish. RUBBISH. He is the epitome of walking, talking false advertising and I want a refund! Plus he’s an arsehole. So… what is wrong with me that I can’t stop thinking about him?
The Pixie and the Player is a full-length, romantic comedy novel, can be read as a standalone, and is the second book in the Rugby Series.
Lucy Fitzpatrick doesn’t like rugby.
As the little sister of Ireland’s most infamous rugby player, Lucy can’t seem to escape the championship-sized shadow cast by her big brother, or her mother’s frequent attempts to micromanage her future. Her rainbow hair is as free-spirited as her quest for inner peace, yet overbearing expectations keep bringing her down. And when she’s down, her compulsive little problem lands her in seriously big trouble.
Sean Cassidy is a cold-hearted brute… or so he’s been told. Frequently. By everyone.
His blonde locks, baby blues, and rock hard bod make ladies the world over drool with desire. As the rugby world’s second most infamous player, he should be basking in his success. But Sean has never been content settling for second place, and his frequent confrontations with Lucy’s big brother leave him cold. And when he’s cold, his compulsive little problem lands him in the lap of Lucy Fitzpatrick.
Sean has a problem only Lucy can solve. Lucy has a problem only Sean can fix. The solution seems obvious: you scratch my back, and I’ll bail you out of jail. But when their business arrangement unexpectedly leaves Sean scorching hot and Lucy on the precipice of inner peace, can they convince the world—and Lucy’s big brother in particular—that this is the real deal?
Either way, both the Player and the Pixie are about to teach each other some pretty monumental lessons about family, life, but most importantly, love.
L.H. CoswayL.H. Cosway has a BA in English Literature and Greek and Roman Civilisation, and an MA in Postcolonial Literature. She lives in Dublin city. Her inspiration to write comes from music. Her favorite things in life include writing stories, vintage clothing, dark cabaret music, food, musical comedy, and of course, books.
She thinks that imperfect people are the most interesting kind. They tell the best stories.
Penny ReidSEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).
By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.
Totally perfect cute & fluffy!
First and foremost: I wanna know how do you co-author a novel when you live across the ocean?
I have a thing for co-authored novels and multi-author series. Simply because most of the time they are amazing. Reid and Cosway though take this to the next level... there is such intricate knowledge of irish culture- oh the rugby details, can I just I lurve them...- then there is the entire American view of it, I don't think someone not living in either countries could get that right. So in many ways this is super clever. Ok, admittedly I wouldn't expect anything else from Reid or Cosway. Clever authors as they are... but there are so many clear "Reid"moments, and yet again not. I really would love to hear how they work together, their creative process and how they manage to create something this unified and seamless...
I wasn't a huge fan of The Hooker and the Hermit to be honest. So while I was looking forward to this- cause well I will read anything these two write. And while I wasn't a fan, I did still like the first instalment. I just... well honestly didn't like Ronan. I mean I didn't like him AT ALL.
So it was interesting seeing him from Lucy's and Sean's POV.
And you know what? I still don't like him, much. LOL. But I got why everyone else likes him. I do love his relationship with Lucy and with Alice. I did agree with Sean's view of Ronan to be honest, for most of the book anyhow, suddenly I understood where Ronan was coming from. And well, I changed my mind about him. Which is pretty much the best compliment I could give to the character building IMO.
I wasn't sure what to expect from Sean. I did expect more than the spoilt rich asshat he was in book one. And more I got. I love him. Except that he was pulling the poor rich boy routine at the beginning and that, well that, I didn't like that much. I love his little problem, the fact that he isn't Mr. Stud as one expects, that he is super kind under all of the blistering bravado. But most of all, I loved how he reacted to his own anger at the end. From expecting a slightly shallow pretty boy, I got a complex, reflective, interesting and compassionate man! I adore him. In fact, he is one of my favorite male characters by both authors.
Lucy was just the opposite. I loved her in Hooker & Hermit, and she was rather exasperating during this. I mean I got her issues but, well Angie did put her straight. I kept thinking- YOU EEJIET grow up and grow a pair. And again, she was totally redeemed at the end. I do get her and I love her interactions with her friends. Actually, saying that, I always liked the way she was with them. I adore her relationship with Broderick, her fun banter with all of her friends, her love and loyalty to Ronan, her sweet bond with Alice. But I simply couldn't relate to how she was with Sean half the time- and really couldn't understand her behaviour around her mother. I found her super juvenile and well, for a lack of a better word, stupid.
All in all though, Reid and Cosway have created a cool group of people. The support cast is great, I feel like I know them and I want more of them.
Saying that.. I want a book about Broderick!!!! oh and about Tom? I really hope they will make a spin-off, cause neither of them are rugby players, and well, we do need stories for them. Broderick is even more awesome this time around. And Tom, still an intriguing character.
Alas the next book is about Eileish, Sean's cousin. Oh and while I am at it, can I just say: I did so love the sneak peaks, but they are killing me! I mean Rugby #3 is expect to be released in 2017!!!! AND I am left with that?! Gaaaaahhh!!
The plot is sweet, sexy, unique and funny. Again: do we expect anything else of those two?
Oh and while I wasn't really sure about the smut in the first installment. This is delectable. I loved it!!!
So basically my high expectation were met by this awesome author team. Definitely a fabulous cute & fluffy. I am looking forward to more, and hoping for way more from them.
Must read for lovers for the genre!
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.