Asher Donovan, a star striker with a record-breaking transfer, fails in the last seconds of the Premier League final, costing his new team the championship. The crowd calls him a traitor, and his rivalry with captain Vincent makes tensions worse. With the coach furious and the team divided, Asher must face his past mistakes—and the storm that’s coming next.
My gaze snapped up to his as realization dawned for the second time that night. I was still straddling him. Asher’s eyes creased with mirth as I shoved off his chest and scrambled to my feet. Forget malicious spirits. If I died tonight, I only had myself to blame. Here lies Scarlett DuBois, a victim…
I’d taken the edge off, but as I finally drifted off to sleep, a pang of unfulfilled need remained, filling my dreams with images of dark hair and green eyes. SCARLETT I snuck out of the house the next morning like a coward. When I woke up, the storm had passed and Asher was (presumably)…
She raised her mug to her lips again. “I think the fact you’re even considering it is your answer.” Carina and Asher’s words played in my mind the rest of the weekend. On Sunday night, I booked a virtual appointment with my doctor. On Monday morning, I met with Lavinia during her office hours and…
Scarlett’s face closed, her eyes shuttering and her mouth flattening into a stubborn line. The openness that had brightened our conversation earlier dimmed, leaving an awkward tension in its wake. Her reasons for not participating were none of my business (even though I hadn’t bought the “I’m too busy” excuse she gave me when I’d…
“They’re cute pictures. I assume your father is a big Holchester fan?” “Die hard,” he confirmed. “I grew up in Holchester, and he took me to every home match when I was a kid. Some away matches too. When I signed with them, he was over the moon. Even forgave me for my stint with…
“Pretty please?” “Don’t bat your lashes at me. It’s not going to work.” I cocked an eyebrow. “Come on. What happened to facing your fears and overcoming them?” “I never said I would do that. I’m perfectly happy locking my fears in the closet and pretending they don’t exist.” “Ah, denial. The best way to…
The Cage for a season, but that’s different.” I had no clue what The Cage was, but it sounded appropriately unsettling. “What was your favorite ballet?” I asked. It was late, the movie was over, and we should be heading to bed-separately. That would be the smart thing to do. Unfortunately, my decisions and smart…
A chill rippled over my skin. In one month, we’d had two close calls with the paparazzi. How long until our luck ran out? “How did he get in?” Breaking onto school grounds was one thing; breaking onto someone’s private property was another. “My landscaping crew was in and out while we were training. He…
Asher’s laughter drifted across the pitch. Oh, screw it. My competitive drive kicked into high gear, and I sprinted after him. My muscles protested immediately. I’d avoided high-impact activities like running since my accident, but I gritted my teeth and focused on the satisfaction of scoring on Asher. I caught up to him surprisingly fast.…
Focus on the Sports UK interview. What questions will they ask? Definitely something about my first season with Blackcastle, how I felt losing to my old team, and maybe my summer training regimen. Summer. Training. Scarlett. My groan of frustration cut through the music. Why did everything route back to her? We met a month…