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.
SCARLETT Turn. Turn. Plié. Step back. I was practicing for Lorena alone in my studio. I went through the motions well enough, but I found it hard to focus the way I should. Asher and I never figured out a new strategy for telling Vincent. At this point, we were winging it and hoping the…
I offered a laconic salute. “Yes, ma’am.” Vincent smirked. “What he said.” She rolled her eyes, but a tiny sprout of optimism peeked through her professional demeanor when we transitioned into our workout without a speck of argument. Scarlett paced the studio, studying our forms and adjusting us when necessary. When it came to football,…
“Anyway, that’s why I’m sitting here,” Vincent said gruffly. “I don’t give a shit about thank-you drinks-no offense-but it does mean a lot to me that you protected Scarlett and that you didn’t try to take advantage of my absence over the summer. So I guess…” He rubbed the back of his neck, his expression…
He was typically gentler when we had sex, but this? This was raw and hard and everything I didn’t know I needed. We were swept up in the needs of the moment, our troubles drowned beneath an ocean of desire and expelled with each cry and groan. Still, despite the brutal rhythm of our coupling,…
Don’t get me wrong-my schedule for the next three days was brutal. Aoki Watches had me booked back-to-back with promo shoots, press, meetings, and events. Sloane kept me supplied with coffee, but the jet lag and early call times kicked my ass. Thankfully, everything with Aoki went smoothly. The brand was happy, Sloane was happy,…
“Just like that.” I looked at her, this beautiful, incredible woman whom I never would’ve expected would turn my world upside down, and marveled that she was mine. The universe knew what it was doing after all. “I’ve been here since day one, darling. I was simply waiting for you to join me.” Scarlett’s smile…
I winced. “Um, he didn’t. He thinks we’ve been training at RAB.” Asher’s eyebrows skyrocketed. “I know, I know.” I dropped the barre and crossed my arms, hating myself for the lies piling up around me. The mature thing would’ve been to tell Vincent the truth. We initially changed studios because of the paps, not…
Lorena’s third act after his training today. I hadn’t danced in Yvette’s place again during rehearsals since my disastrous debut, but I’d worked on the choreography in bits and pieces like Asher had suggested. So far, I wasn’t pushing myself past my limits, and I felt pretty good about my progress. However, my thrill at…
“That’s the right answer.” His lips lingered on mine for a moment before he pulled back and examined me. “How was the plane ride? Do you want me to draw you a bath?” Warmth dripped from my chest into my stomach. “It was okay.” Eleven hours was a long time to spend in the air,…
But when I studied him, his face contained nothing but genuine encouragement. This wasn’t a subtle dig; this was his way of returning the olive branch I’d offered with the charity invite (even if that branch had been tied to my selfish reason of needing a substitute player). Rejecting it out of hand would be…