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Professional soccer is all I ever wanted,
And that goal is about to become a reality.
Growing up, part of "The Dirty Trinity,"
My brother, cousin, and I have owned sports,
And women,
In every way.
And now, it's only going to get better.
Soccer, women, money--it's all in reach.

But, I didn't count on meeting Ramona.
That sexy, sassy, smart-mouthed chick,
Knocked me on my @ss,
And took my breath away.
Hell, I don't need a distraction,
Not this close to the endgame.
But, I can't let her slip away.
Not now.
Not ever.


A masterpiece--exquisite and stunning,
That's what I've always dreamed of creating.
Meeting an All-American soccer stud was never on my agenda,
But damn, now that I have, he's the muse I've needed all along.
Totally wrong for one another--from different worlds.
Together, we don't make sense.
Apart, we can't survive.
But only one of us can achieve our dreams.
Can I walk away from love to get what I've always wanted?

*This is a stand-alone, full-length romance with a happily ever after and no cliff hanger.*

**BONUS - For a limited time only your copy of #Score includes an additional full-length sports romance by Kerrigan!**

Book Info

  • Original Title:#Score
  • Author:
  • Rating:8.04 / 10
  • Genre:Romance
  • Language:English
  • ISBN:-
  • Publisher:Published September 4th 2016 by Prism Heart Press


Chapter 1





I’ve got to admit—I’ve outdone myself this time. This weekend’s hot piece has soft skin a shimmery shade of light honey, tanned to go along perfectly with her long blonde hair. None of that fake shit, either. Anchored to a tiny waist, her hips bell out to the nicest ass I’ve seen in weeks. I’m surprised my handprints aren’t still left behind on the round cheek peeking out from under the covers. I almost want to spread her legs again, but I’ve got a code to stick to. No double-tap, not even for a chick this smoking hot.

The girl groans and rolls over as if she somehow knows what I’m thinking, her smudged dark eye makeup reminding me of a raccoon when she finally sets her eyes on me. A slow, sleepy smile spreads across her face and she reaches out to take my hand. “Morning, sexy.”

Nope. I take my...

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