Title: The End Game
Author: Kate McCarthy
Release Date: September 8, 2015
"Professional athletes are pillars of their respective communities. They are heroes in the eyes of boys and girls and are expected to conduct themselves in a manner that positively represents their community.”
The public loves a good scandal. Seeing someone fall from the pinnacle of success makes a great headline. No one knows that better than I do. What started out as a promising career in college football, spiraled into scandal and shame.
But being a hero is easier said then done.
Especially when there are those who expected to see the great Brody Madden fail. I craved nothing except being the best—willing to do anything to prove them wrong. But I went too far, and I tried too hard, and it broke me.
“At the time of going to print, Jordan Elliott was unavailable for comment.”
I met Brody Madden in my senior year of college. An Australian native on an international scholarship, I was the female soccer sensation with stars in her eyes and no room for a hotshot wide receiver with a chip on his shoulder.
But a heart bursting with ambition and a driving fire to succeed isn’t made of stone. I became his strength, his obsession, and the greatest love of his life. Only I wasn’t there when he needed me most.
This is a story about love and a game that takes everything. Where the path to glory is paved with sacrifice. Where pressure makes you, or breaks you, and triumph is born in the ashes of failure. Where two people’s end game will change everything.
The End Game was the first book I have read by author Kate McCarthy. The synopsis sucked me in, as I am a huge sucker for sports romances. After reading the prologue I was a little worried as to how this book was going to turn out. It was heartbreaking and that is only the prologue! Once I got a little bit into the book my thought was "Oh no, is this a book about how the smart girl tutors the hot athlete on campus and they fall in love? Not another one of those." I instantly sent a message to my buddy reading partner, Debi, asking about it. She encouraged me to keep going, so I did. I kept reading, and reading, and reading. I couldn't put it down. The End Game sucked me in and wouldn't let go. To answer my own question, no, this is not another book about a girl tutoring a hot athlete and they fall in love. This book is SO much more than that.
The End Game is the story of Jordan Elliott and Brody Madden. This is a book of heartbreak, encouragement, and realizing that the things that matter most in life aren't really things at all.
Jordan Elliott is on a one year international sports scholarship to Colton Park University. She is the star soccer player for the university. Jordan doesn't come from much and has worked hard to get what she has. I appreciated that about her. She isn't the type of character that is just handed everything. Jordan is also a normal girl. The type of character that is easy to connect with. She is witty, smart, and most of all strong. There were many times in this book that my heart hurt for Jordan, but being the strong character that she is, she never let anything break her.
Brody Madden is the star wide receiver for the Colton Park University Bulls. He is the big man on campus. Every guy wants to be him, and every girls wants to be with him. I liked Brody from the first time I met him. On the outside Brody has it all. In reality, Brody has a hard life. Slowly you get to see all the aspects of Brody's life and it isn't pretty. No on should have to deal with the things he has to deal with. Football is all Brody has. His family is not supportive and he struggles with school. Brody feels that all he has in life in Football. He honestly believes that. That is until he meets Jordan.
Brody and Jordan's relationship starts out as an unconventional one but it blossoms into something beautiful yet heart breaking at the same time. I loved that it wasn't all butterflies and rainbows for them. They had real struggles and watching them try to navigate their way through them was like peeling back an onion. Layer by layer until you go to the core. The stress that both of them was under would have broken anyone.
I can't forget about the secondary characters in this book. They definitely helped shape this book. The humor that they added helped make this a well rounded story. Leah was the type of friend that you want in real life. I freaking loved that girl. Jax is Brody's cousin. At first you think he is going to be the arrogant asshole but in reality I really liked him. I hope that Jax gets his own book. I would love to get inside his head and see what really goes on in there.
The End Game is a well written story. It is a story with angst, humor, hot sex, and beautiful redemption in it. At first, it takes a little bit to get into the book but once you do, be prepared to not put it down. There were many twists and turns and things that happened that I NEVER saw coming. I'm usually spot on when it comes to predicting what is going to happen, so when an author can shock me, I love it. While I enjoyed this book, I do feel it was a little long. There were times it felt drawn out and I felt like I was reading and reading and not getting anywhere. Kate McCarthy wrote a solid four star book. I honestly would have given it a four and a half stars if it had not been so long. The length and drawn out parts hurt it. Over all, I would recommend this book. If you are looking for a sports romance that will tear your heart out and put it back together, this is the book for you.
I LOVE me some sports themed book. I love Katie McCarthy’s style of writing so when I first read the synopsis of The End Game I knew I needed this book. And I was not disappointed. Again Katie was able to bring us into the story and have us live it with the characters.
Brody was the IT boy for football and Jordan was that IT girl of soccer. Put them together and you have a hot IT couple. They started off as enemies but became a love story. I really loved Jordan’s personality. She didn’t roll over for the hot star football player. He was just a guy to her and didn’t treat him like all the other girl at college. She was a transplant from Australia after HER goal and no one was going to get in her way.
Jordan was great until I was screaming at the kindle. Seriously yelling at him to not do what he did. I hated it. I hated he felt it was his only option. BUT I love how he came out of it. I love how he knew what he needed and did it so he could be better.
This book is about dreams and goals in life. It is about how the best laid plans aren’t always what the end result is but even better! I think if I had one complaint about this book was it felt a tad long at times but the ending was were perfection.
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Shutting the door, I walk up the slight incline behind Brody. He sits down at the top of the crest and pats the grassy spot beside him.
“You didn’t mention this part when you explained our date.”
“I can’t give away all my secrets now, can I?”
The grass is a thick blanket on the ground and when I stretch out flat, the rich, earthy scent of soil sweeps over me. My eyes lift to the sky and that’s when I get it. It’s perfectly clear and millions of stars are scattered diamonds twinkling above us—bright and magical.
“Besides,” Brody adds as he lies down beside me and sweeps out his arm, encompassing all of it. “How do you explain that?”
He’s right. You can’t. “It’s beautiful.”
“Is this what the stars are like for you back home?”
“No. Back home it’s different.”
Homesickness swamps me. As beautiful as Texas is, it’s not Australia. Somehow the stars are always brighter where you belong. “Because there’s no place like home.”
I turn my head and stare at Brody. He’s not looking at me. His head is tilted toward the sky, eyes riveted on the beauty above him. My gaze follows the line of his profile. From the curl of his hair to the perfect line of his nose, down to the mouth I want kissing me right this very instant.
“Home’s not a place where you live. It’s a feeling.” His hand nudges my own. An invitation. I twine my fingers with his and he squeezes them lightly. “Whether it’s where you are, like the football field, or who you’re with.” Brody turns his head, looking at me when he says that. It’s comforting because it unites us somehow, like it’s slowly becoming us against the world. “You can be anywhere, Jordan. Home will follow you if you follow your heart.”
My breath hitches from the beautiful simplicity of his words. Before I can talk myself out of it, I roll over and straddle him. My knees hug his hips, and he stares up at me from my seated position. My pulse pounds a heavy beat in the silence. Thump, thump, thump. It’s so loud in my ears I’m sure he can hear it.
“Show me,” I breathe. A gleam lights his dark eyes, and he sucks his lower lip inside his mouth. He knows what I’m asking, but I spell it out anyway. “Show me one of those wicked things.”
In a move that steals the air from my lungs, he takes both my hands and pulls me down against the broad width of his chest. I’m rolled over and underneath him before I can blink. The squirm in my hips is instinctive, the ache between my thighs relentless.
“Careful what you ask for,” Brody says roughly, every exquisite inch of his body pressing down on mine.
His lips curve. “Because when I give it to you, it won’t be enough.”
My fingers trail down the side of his face, grazing the firm jaw, cupping his cheek in my palm. Foreboding swamps me. I’m falling hard into uncharted territory, and all I see is a broken mess at the end. How is this going to end well for either of us?
“You’re an arrogant man, Brody Madden,” I whisper.
He brings his face to mine, so close I see the brilliant gold in his eyes, like flecks of light in the dark. “And you, Jordan Elliott, will be the woman who brings me to my knees,” he whispers against my lips.
“Show me,” I beg on a shaky breath.
Brody’s lashes lower and he presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. I tilt my chin upwards, inviting more. Rather than take my lips like I ache for him to do, he shifts sideways and begins nipping at my jaw. His breath is a rasp when he reaches my earlobe, taking it between his teeth. A sharp pinch from his bite forces a whimper from my throat.
“More?” he asks, drawing back to look at me.
“Is that even a real question?”
Brody chuckles as I slide my hand up and around his nape, dragging his mouth down to mine. He groans and kisses me gently, once, and then twice.
“Brody,” I whisper, and he kisses me again, forcing my mouth open hard like he can’t hold himself in check anymore. My hair is loose and he fists chunks of it in both hands while his tongue rubs against mine, hot and aggressive. It’s almost too much, and when I jerk away I’m left gasping.
Brody doesn’t pause. He ducks his head to my neck, his tongue tasting its way down. He finds my pulse point and sucks. It’s fierce and my back arches involuntarily. His mouth shifts further down, moving on before he leaves a mark.
Sitting up, he takes the neckline of my dress in both hands. Five dainty buttons hold it together. A single wrench will rip the flimsy fabric in two. He pauses and looks at me, inhaling raggedly. “Jordan … I don’t want to ruin it.”
My brow furrows. I glance to the hands poised on my dress. They’re tense, veins straining under his skin. My head is lost in a fog when my gaze returns to his face. “Ruin my dress?”
Brody groans, a deep sound of regret and frustration. “Us.”
“You don’t want to ruin us?”
He draws his hands away from the neckline of my dress. “No.”
“How would you do that?”
“I don’t know. I just get this feeling I’m going to.” He shifts away, moving off me and rolling to his back. I turn my head. Brody’s gaze is back on the stars. I watch his throat work as he swallows, the pulse in his neck pounding visibly. “All I’ve ever wanted is to be the best. Whatever it takes. I’ll do anything. That’s how I’ll ruin us, Jordan. How can something so sweet survive a sentiment so dark?”
I roll to my side, holding my head in my hand. Cupping his face with the other, I nudge gently until he’s looking at me. “I won’t let you.”
Brody’s voice is urgent, his eyes fierce. “Promise me.”
I can’t shake the apprehension. It’s set in my bones and when I speak it feels like a lie. “I promise.”
Kate McCarthy is an Australian, living in the pretty sunshine state of Queensland with her two kids and two dogs, Rufus and Pete.
She loves to bake sweet stuff and eat it too. With an exciting degree in business, she works as an accountant by day, and an author by night. In between family life, she is most often found in bed reading, or at the beach, still reading.