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 and I reacted with simultaneous grimaces, but when I focused on her, her face had already smoothed into a smile. “Tell us about rugby,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to learn more about it.” She cast the bait, and he fell for it hook, line, and sinker. If there was one thing men loved,…
Her reasons for disregarding the kiss were still valid. The consequences of not doing so were still threats. But it was easier to choose logic during daylight, when work and distractions formed a barrier between the head and heart. At night, that barrier dwindled, leaving us open to the possibility that consequences paled next to…
“You want to bet on it?” Asher’s eyes glinted with challenge. “Let’s see who ends the night with a second date lined up. Winner gets bragging rights. Loser suffers eternal shame.” “A bet? What are we, teenagers?” I scoffed. A beat passed. “What happens if we both get a second date?” “Then we can sleep…
I ignored the snark. “As a matter of fact, he asked me out on a date, and I said yes.” The words fell into a pool of TNT-laced tension. Asher’s jaw ticked, and I instinctively braced myself for an explosion. It never came. After a beat of silence, he turned and jabbed the power button…
And there was nothing I could do to stop it. SCARLETT “That enough popcorn for you, or should I buy you another bucket?” I asked. Vincent grabbed the bucket from the counter and arched an eyebrow at me. “I’m preparing for you to steal half my snacks the way you always do.” I gasped. “Do…
“Hart? You remember?” Vincent asked. The suspicion grew from a seed into a sapling. I saw the instant the pieces clicked for Clive. I was Vincent’s sister. I’d lied about being at the party with Carina so I didn’t have to mention who I was really with (Asher). Like 98 percent of the planet, Clive…
Two. I tightened my grip on the wheel. Almost there. One. The flag came down, my foot hit the pedal, and the screech of tires filled the air as we rocketed forward with reckless abandon. Darkened buildings and empty lots whizzed by in a blur. My heart rate kept pace with the car as we…
“Great.” Scarlett swallowed. “I’m glad we’re on the same page.” “Me too.” We didn’t speak about anything non-workout-related for the rest of the session. She’d given us both the wake-up call we needed, so I ignored the cramp in my chest and carried on with my training. Later that night, I drove my Bugatti to…
“Hmm. I do have a riveting date with my latest thriller, but I suppose I could make time for you.” I strove for a normal, sarcastic tone. If I was too quiet or accommodating, he’d know something was wrong. “Your generosity knows no bounds,” Vincent said wryly. “It’ll be good to catch up. How are…
My back pressed against the wall. I had nowhere to run; even if I had, I wouldn’t have gone anywhere. I’d known, from the minute I left my house, that this might happen. Part of me had expected it. The back and forth, the give and take, the denial and attraction-every piece of choreography had…