Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The Player and the Pixie by L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid

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The Player and the Pixie

by L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid

Publication Date: April 12, 2016

Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Sports, Humor

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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.

THE PIXIE

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.

THE PLAYER

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.

THE PLAN

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.



* Sean *

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.



I love Penelope Reid, she can’t do any wrong in my eyes. Add in L.H. Cosway and I’m in heaven. I devoured Hooker and the Hermit and couldn’t wait for Lucy and Sean’s book. Pixie and the Player can be read as a standalone I think but the joy of knowing what Lucy and Sean were like in book 1 added to my enjoyment.
Lucy is awesome. I want to be her best friend, hang out and drink together. Sean is someone I thought I hated. But man he was hard to stay mad at. His character was so enduring as the book developed. The authors did an amazing job making the reader fall in love with a villain. And what makes it even better was I felt it in every feeling and thought Lucy had because she wanted to hate him too but couldn’t.
The storyline was super unique and I loved that Sean was the weaker link in the couple and that is rare is books. And no I’m not telling you more because you need to experience this story in all its glory.
I highly recommend this book. The writing was smart, the characters were great and I loved it! 




I was excited to start this book. I loved the first book in this series, The Hooker and the Hermit. I knew that L.H. Cosway and Penny Reid could write fabulously together. When I signed up to review this book and there was no description. I had no idea who this book was going to be about but I didn't care. I knew I would enjoy it, and enjoy it I did.

The Player and the Pixie is the story of Lucy Fitzpatrick and Sean Cassidy. I loved Lucy when we first met her in book one. I couldn't wait to get to know her better. I really enjoyed her character, flaws and all. She was strong minded character and I loved that. It was nice to finally have a female be so strong willed. I will admit, I hate her mother. She was just down right cruel and I felt so bad for Lucy. 

When I found out this story was going to involve Sean Cassidy I knew that LH and Penny had their work cut out for them. Sean is a super douche. He is cocky and comes across as an asshat. It seemed that his main goal in life was to make Ronan's life hell. I HATED him in THATH and wasn't sure that I would end up liking him. Well both authors came through. It was like peeling the layers of an onion. Layer by layer I got to know him better and finally get to the core of why he is the way he is. Once you get to know the real Sean Cassidy, you too will fall for him.

At first, you would think that Lucy and Sean's relationship would be a matching of the odd couple. Lucy is Ronan's sister and Sean is Ronan's number one enemy. I really liked their dynamic together though. Lucy and Sean had more in common than either of them originally thought. What started out as each helping the other out, turned into something more. Feelings grew and I loved how it all flowed so well. No matter how flawed a person is, all they need is love. 

The Player and the Pixie is full of swoon worthy, hot, and funny moments. It is everything you would expect from these authors. I can't wait to read the next book in the series.








L.H. Cosway


L.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 Reid


SEX! 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.






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