๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒโ๐ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฝ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ด๐ฎ๐บ๐ฒโ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ผ๐'๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ.
As a little girl, I dreamed of becoming many things. A twenty-five-year-old photographer struggling to make ends meet with a mountain of legal fees wasnโt one of them. Making questionable decisions wasn't either.
After hanging up my camera, I start a job I loathe that has me questioning my morals on a daily basis.
Until I run into Chicagoโs newest bad-boy goalie whose reputation is a trainwreckโ๐๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐บ ๐๐ญ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ.
In a desperate effort to rid my debt, I corner Emory and try to exploit him. When my plan backfires, I not only have a new enemy with steely blue eyes and a talent for the game but a man now on a mission with his own insane plan in mind.
๐๐ข๐ณ๐ณ๐บ ๐ฎ๐ฆ.
The terms are simple: I marry Emory and act like his doting wife in front of the press to clean up his image, and heโll pay off my debt when the job is done. But now, instead of my bills keeping me up at night, I find myself fantasizing about my fake husband and his devilish stare.
He tells me to play the game, but when lines start to blur and his touches linger, Iโm not sure whatโs real or fake anymore. The sizzling attraction and fiery chemistry between us canโt be contained.
Emory Olson says he never loses, and by the end of our marriage game, Iโm pretty sure Iโm no exception.
Chicago Blue Devils, #1
09/26/2024