Pro quarterbacks regularly faced tough linemen determined to knock them down—but for one hotshot athlete, it was an infuriating blonde who stood the best chance of laying him on his back.
I was one of the top quarterbacks in the league, riding high after scoring a lucrative deal with the DC Rockets. Fans adored me, sponsors wanted me, and women, well, they were eager to date me. Except my life revolved around football, not falling in love.
Until I saw her.
I'd just scored the winning touchdown, sending the Rockets into the playoffs and ending the Virginia Thunder's season. I spiked the ball and basked in the fans' cheers. I'd done it. But then I took off my helmet and locked eyes with a gorgeous blonde.
She wasn't cheering. Instead, she stood with her arms crossed, glaring at me. I smirked and winked, hoping to soften her murderous expression. Except it had the opposite effect. Rather than smiling back, she lifted her hand and extended her middle finger before disappearing into the crowd.
That was unexpected.
After my press conference, I couldn't stop thinking about the woman in the stands. It didn't help that social media had turned our interaction into a meme, and then I found out that the beauty was none other than Reese Parker, granddaughter of Charles Reese, owner of the Virginia Thunder. Which explained her reaction . . . sort of.
I should have been preparing for the playoffs, but all I wanted to do was convince her I wasn't enemy number one—and that scoring with me would be her best move.
**Love in the End Zone is a stand-alone novel**
