Sweeper Release Day Teaser

#Sweeper is now live!

Standalone sports romance set in the Harris Brothers world!

Happy Release Day, Amy Daws! 💚





The cocky footballer next door has some serious balls…

luckily, Daphney Clarke knows how to play.

Zander Williams is the hot new American determined to take European football by storm. His head is so big, it barely fits under his backwards hat. And when he’s recruited to one of the biggest up and coming clubs in London, he’s certain to make his name known.

Managing the building where they live is only one of Daphney’s many jobs. It’s why she has zero patience for the obnoxious American on the other side of the wall who makes the most ungodly noises and likes to answer his door in nothing but a pink tea towel.

Tensions build and after one steamy hallway kiss, neighbor wars quickly shifts into neighbors-with-benefits and that’s a battle they both intend to win.

But Daphney doesn’t know the real reason Zander is in London and now she’s stuck in the middle of a game she didn’t even know she was playing.



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Excerpt 1:

“Boop, boop, boop,” a deep voice echoes much too close to my face, and my eyes fly open in terror as I catch sight of Zander Williams’s finger by my nose.

“What are you doing?” I exclaim, scrambling up off my sofa and standing behind the arm of it to put some space between us. I hold my chunky blanket out in front of me like it’s somehow going to protect me from the psychopath currently standing in my flat.

Zander holds his hands up defensively, his eyes wide. “I didn’t mean to scare you!”

I blink back at him as my sleep-fogged mind clears, and I take in the surroundings of my flat. I reach up and touch my nose. “Did you just touch my nose?”

“I booped it.” An awkward smile spreads across his face as he grips the back of his neck. “You were sleeping so cutely. I thought it’d be a funny way to wake you up.”

“Funny?” I repeat, forking my fingers into my messy bun and glancing down to make sure I wasn’t having another wardrobe malfunction in front of him. “You thought it would be funny to break into my flat and touch me?”

His face falls. “Well, when you put it like that, it sounds creepy.”


Excerpt 2:

“Sunday night was mortifying.” I shove my hand into my hair and realize I stuck my pen back in there before. My God, I’m giving him a lush view to feast on. “I don’t know what came over me. One minute, I was mad at you, and the next minute, I was—”

“Kissing the life out of me?” he finishes with a laugh and then reaches out to touch my arm. “I wasn’t mad about it.”

“I was.” I jerk back, needing space between us because clearly, I’m not someone who can be trusted around the likes of Zander Williams. I cringe as I recall the stunned look in his eye when we broke apart for the first time, and I thought the kiss wasn’t consensual. What a horrible, horrible fear to even consider. “That wasn’t the way I wanted to start this.”

His brows shoot into his hairline. “There’s a this?”

“No,” I bark and expel a nervous seal-like laugh, moving even farther away. “Clearly not.”

He moves with me, his hands reaching toward me again. “There could be a this.”

“But I don’t want a this.” I do a small circle with my hand between us. “I want a that,” I say, pointing at my flat. “And a that,” I state, pointing toward the pub I work at across the street. “And I want to take care of this.” I point at the mouse trap and sigh heavily. “My plate is full, so this should not happen.”

“What is this that you’re even referring to, Daphney? This doesn’t have to be something to add to your list of things that stress you out. This can be easy. This can be casual. In fact, casual is kind of my specialty.” He grips the back of his neck, and a look of nervous hope flits across his face. “Plus, we’re neighbors, so the convenience factor should not be ignored.”


Excerpt 3:

“You think I wanted you to leave the other night because you were bad in bed?”

“Yup, which is why I had to prove you wrong.” He mirrors my stance and juts out his chin. “I can’t have my street cred tainted because of one lackluster performance.”

A hyenic laugh bursts out of my throat as I cover my mouth. “I can’t believe you’re serious right now!” I shake my head and push my hair out of my face. “Most days, your ego is so big, I fear you won’t fit in this building. But other times, you’re just so utterly human it’s…almost endearing.” I press my hand to my chest, staring at the shirtless footballer in front of me, who looks as if I’ve just kicked his puppy.

“Then what was the issue?” he growls, his expression turning to boyishly confused in the blink of an eye.

“Not that,” I reply honestly, fiddling with the belt of my robe to avoid eye contact.

“Then tell me what it was,” he insists.

“It’s not something you need to worry about.” I sit down on my bed and cross my legs to feign casual.

“So, there is something?” Zander’s tone is challenging as he steps in front of me to use his massive frame to intimidate me.
“Leave it be,” I state firmly.



I glower up at him, daring him to argue with me again, and before I know what’s happening,

Zander pushes me backward and flattens his body over mine. He clutches my wrists in one hand above my head, rendering me incapacitated.

“What are you doing?” I gasp, squirming against his body, my chest heaving beneath his crushing weight.

He eyes me hungrily. “I’m going to get my answer out of you.”


— Sweeper by Amy Daws —


Release Date: November 4, 2021
Genre: Standalone Sports Romance
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 Amy Daws


Amy Daws is an Amazon Top 13 bestselling author of sexy, contemporary romance novels. She enjoys writing love stories that take place in America, as well as across the pond in England. When Amy is not writing in a tire shop waiting room, she’s watching Gilmore Girls, or singing karaoke in the living room with her daughter while Daddy smiles awkwardly from a distance.

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