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A hidden identity, a fake marriage, and one very real crush.
Adam
Finding out my visa expired days after being traded to a new professional football team?
Worst two weeks of my life.
Now my agent tells me my sole option, if I want to keep playing and not end up deported, is to get married.
There's only one problem. I’m not dating anyone.
But there is someone I’m interested in...
Susie
I’m a best-selling author with a deadline looming and a bad case of writer’s block torn between two men.
Chase, I’ve only talked to online, and Adam is my brother’s teammate which makes him completely off-limits.
But then out of the blue, Chase presents me with a proposal I can’t refuse.
Will this romance author finally find the love she’s been writing about or will her writer’s block get in the way?
This is a dual POV, kisses only, sports romance and the second standalone in the Accidentally In Sports Series.
A Cocoa Springs Christmas
When my fiancé broke off our engagement after Thanksgiving dinner, I vowed to skip Christmas this year and hibernate until January. I also swore off men, too. Yep, who needs them?
But because of one pesky little nuisance, such as running my own business as a personal driver, I’d have to leave hibernating to the bears.
With a never-ending supply of cocoa and cookies via my twin sister’s bakery, I just might survive until the new year.
Then my sister introduced me to a new client named Topper Ford.
Between Topper and a case of the flu, Christmas in Cocoa Springs will never be the same again.
In the battle of the ex vs. the fake boyfriend, guess who wins? Spoiler: It's not the ex.
Syanne: My Christmas? It’s a hot mess express. I caught my ex cheating, now he’s here at the airport like he’s still invited to my family holiday. And guess what? He’s telling everyone within shouting distance that I’m lying about having a new boyfriend. Which is true, but still! It’s like that nightmare—the one where you show up at work wearing nothing but your underwear. Kill. Me. Now.
Reid: My Christmas? Boring as a fruitcake. Or at least it was until I saw that jerk making a scene at the expense of his girlfriend. I can't just sit back and watch him humiliate her. I have to step in. And it has absolutely nothing to do with how cute she is. Well, maybe a little. But still, she needs a hero, and I volunteer as tribute!