Love of the Game
Football is my first love, it takes priority over everything. Men want to be me. Little boys want to be just like me. Women… well, they just want me. But all the fame isn’t enough anymore, something is missing.
Then Tabitha appears one night and knocks me off balance. It throws me when she doesn't react to my charms, which makes me want her even more. Oh, and it turns out that she’s my brother's ex. Yeah, that could be a big problem.
One look at Tabitha and all I want to do is forget about the rule we have always followed about not dating an ex. But, as the eldest, should I? Would my brother forgive me? Could I forgive myself if I let her slip through my fingers?
When I was seventeen, I was attacked. I hated feeling as if I had no control over my reaction to guys after that. Once I entered college, I came up with the three date rule to help me feel normal. Every guy who didn’t make my skin crawl who dared to ask me out got three dates, no more. It was the only best way to keep me safe and my guard up.
The night my best friend gets engaged, I met Corey. There is something about him I can’t ignore. I’m afraid he is going to find a way to sneak past my three date rule, force me to do what I have never done before. I’m not sure how I feel about it, I’ve never had to worry about what I’d do until now.
I’ve always thought of myself as broken beyond repair. Will this man prove I’m wrong? Will he be able to help me see myself the way he sees me? Can I trust a man enough to let him in so I can finally live again?
**Sneaky Quarter is a novel that mentions sexual assault/abuse, a violent attack, and cutting. I understand these may be triggers for some. Reader Discretion is advised.
Tight End Comeback
I'm known as the rebel, the player who walks a different path and does things my way. Which hasn't always worked out for me in the past, especially when it comes to women. After getting burned in college, I closed myself off and keep the fairer sex at arm’s length.
My brother from another mother just got married. During his reception, a woman approached me. She was mysterious, gorgeous, and willing to help fend off the gold digger doing her best to attract my attention.
I didn't want to let her go when the night was coming to an end, but she made it clear it was a one time only deal. She had no intention of getting involved with me or any other man.
On or off the field, I've never been one to walk away from a challenge. And this time is no different. I intend on winning and winning big.
My life was not perfect. Not even close to perfect. I was raised in a community that differed from most people. I got away and learned how to survive in this big world, making mistakes I could live with while I did. Eventually, I got my shit together and found a nice peaceful town to raise my kids in.
We were happy. The three of us were fine and making a life worth living. It wasn’t until I tried to save a man from an eager female, did I realize our lives were missing something.
Not him, though. He was too tempting, too different from me. No matter how much I wanted to give in and climb his fine body, that wasn’t who I was anymore. I would ignore him and find me a safe, less tempting man to fill that void.
He’s determined to make my life more difficult while getting in my way. I’m not sure if I want to kill him or kiss him, maybe I can do both.
**Tight End Comeback mentions a community whose sexual practices may be disturbing for some to read about. Reader Discretion is advised.
Scoring the Birdie
Sun, sand, lots of wine, a good book, and maybe a round or two of golf. One month with no work, no more traveling, and no men, especially egotistical male athletes who expect me to fix the problems they cause. With any luck, Maui will get my mind off my creepy bosses, who forced me into a timeout for not falling in line.
It’s going great until Godzilla, the biggest spider I’ve ever seen, invades my space and scares the crap out of me. I squeal, spin to flee, and slam into the arms of a man who steals my breath.
Shay Kelly, the freaking pro golfer! This is not happening. No one, especially him, is ruining my ban on men, even if he is my ultimate teenage crush.
I’m ready to disappear from the world. Lazing around on the island, soaking up the sun, relaxing, and catching a few waves will give me a reprieve. Hitting the amazing golf courses once or twice is a must after another successful season as the bad boy of golf—a reputation that’s overplayed.
My agent requested to stay at my guest house, and since we get along, I agreed. What could go wrong?
I don’t expect the sexy young woman who runs straight into my arms. She isn’t who I thought would be here. As much as I try to resist, I’m pulled into her web. Now all I want to do is score this Birdie!
**Scoring the Birdie discusses sexual harassment. Reader Discretion is advised.