Hunter is a playboy who thinks the world revolves around him. He's also the notorious wide receiver for the New Haven Hawks football team.
It's more like f*#kball with this guy.
So why would a classy girl like me hang around a trainwreck like him?
Fact check: being the PR for a celebrity pays well. Great, even. All I have to do is keep this unfairly sexy mess of a man from dipping between the goal-post legs of every woman around him.
It should have been easy.
Not only did I NOT stop him from hooking up with someone...
I was the one he hooked up with.
You thought it couldn't get any worse? How do you feel about surprise babies?
That's right, I'm pregnant. The headlines will be amazing: "Wide Receiver Receives... Baby?!"
Only one solution can save my reputation and Hunter's—we have to get married. I'm supposed to pretend I'm in love with a stranger who spends all of his free time grinding up on strippers in Vegas. I don't know what's worse:
Acting like I care about this jackass...
Or realizing I'm actually falling for him.
Author's Note: This sporty romance is part football and ALL flirt -- so if you like your romantic reads with a bit of filth and a ton of happily ever afters, then read on! Stand Alone novel, no cliff hangers allowed!
- Original Title:Thousand Yard Bride
- Author:Nora Flite
- Rating:7.98 / 10
- Publisher:Published July 25th 2016 by Silver String
It was three in the morning and I’d been wasted since midnight.
Most people would realize this meant they'd feel like shit when they woke up the next day—or the same day, I guess. Honestly, I didn’t care if I felt like shit in the morning. I deserved to celebrate.
I’d just had the best—genuinely, the best—week of my life. How could a guy like me not let loose in Las Vegas? It was fucking perfect. Nothing could make this moment better.
That didn't mean I wasn't going to try.
My buddy, Reese, grinned at me as he held up a glass. He had to yell over the 90s grunge music exploding from the bar speakers to get everyone’s attention. “Listen up! This one is for the man of the hour." He pointed straight at me with that crooked grin of his. "Mister Fucking H...