The Soccer Player and the Single Mom

The Soccer Player and the Single Mom

by Kyra Jacobs

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Overview

For most women, working for a sexy soccer star would be a dream come true. All except single mom Felicity Shaw. She has no interest in playing personal assistant for a stubborn, injured playboy—no matter how nice his abs are. But with bills piling up and mouths to feed, she can’t say no to the job.

That’s when it gets interesting.

The last thing Scott Gillie wants or needs is a persistent and entirely too distracting PA while he’s recuperating in his small hometown. Unfortunately, it’s not up to him. Then Felicity and her son end up temporarily moving in—all thanks to his meddlesome grandmother. Now temptation is right across the hall and it’s driving Scott crazy.

His only option is to fight fire with fire.

He never expects Felicity to do the same.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781640636828
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Publication date: 03/11/2019
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 254
Sales rank: 21,030
File size: 2 MB

About the Author

Kyra Jacobs is an extroverted introvert who writes of love, humor, and mystery in the Midwest and beyond. Her romance novels range from sweet contemporary to romantic suspense and paranormal/fantasy. No matter the setting, Kyra employs both comedy and chaos to help her characters find inspiration and/or redemption on their way to happily ever after.

When this Hoosier native isn’t pounding out scenes for her next book, she’s likely outside, elbow-deep in snapdragons or spending quality time with her sports-loving family. Kyra also loves to read, tries to golf, and is an avid college football fan.

Be sure to stop by www.kyrajacobsbooks.com to learn more about her novels and ways to connect with Kyra on social media.

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CHAPTER 1

The doctor's office — Felicity Shaw could think of a million and one places she'd rather be, and 99 percent of them contained fewer germs. She held the door open at Quail Hollow Pediatrics for her sluggish six-year-old and guided him inside with a hand on his back. Tyler's headaches seemed to be getting worse, and she needed to find out why. Hopefully, her boss wouldn't give her too much grief for taking time off again this morning.

The money at Stinson Automotive was better than she'd expected, the occasional overtime allowing her to finally put a deposit down on one of the cute little rental houses by her cousin Lauren's place this past weekend. No, it wouldn't be her own, but it'd still be a million times better than the rundown duplex they were living in now. And maybe, just maybe, it'd finally start to feel like she was putting her life back together.

Life hadn't been easy since John's accident, and it became infinitely harder after he passed. But she'd refused to buckle, refused to let Tyler see how much she struggled day in and out to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. He deserved to grow up happy, to not spend his youth worrying about money or security. Her job at Stinson had been a godsend and was helping her ensure exactly that.

The cacophony that greeted them in the lobby had her struggling not to run the other way. To their left, multiple infants were crying, held in the arms of sleep-deprived mothers. To their right was a group of slightly older patients, though they weren't much quieter — one toddler was on the floor, kicking and screaming, while another was standing on the waiting room chairs jumping up and down yelling, "Wheee!" Felicity dug deep for patience and urged Tyler on toward the reception desk.

Which, she now realized, stood empty.

"Maybe they're closed."

Felicity glanced to her son, shaking her head at the hopeful tone in his voice. "Honey, I promise — you're not here for shots. They're just gonna try and help us figure out where all these headaches are coming from, okay? And I'm sure the receptionist is floating around here somewhere."

Tyler looked up to scan the ceiling, and Felicity grinned. Silly boy often took her a bit too literally. Even so, he was a great distraction from the crying, screaming, "whee"-ing ... and now the reception desk's ringing phone, which sounded like some '90s B-list video game gone wrong.

Beedall-de-boop. Beedall-de-boop.

Felicity shifted from one foot to the other, pulled her purse strap higher on her shoulder, and finally leaned forward to peer around the desk. No one. A second line chimed in, the rings overlapping one another. Her right eye began to twitch.

Work. She really needed to get to work.

Beedall-de-boop. Beedall-de-boop ...

To her left, bouncy toddler's mother told him to get down, and a shrill scream of displeasure rang out, followed by crying. Loud crying. A fourth infant chimed in with the other three wailers.

Serenity now.

Counting — maybe counting to ten would help her keep her cool. She made it to ten. Then twenty. And thirty.

Beedall-de-beedall-de-beedall-de —

"Oh, for the love of Pete."

Felicity grabbed her son's hand and marched around the desk's far end. With still no receptionist in sight, she sat Tyler in the desk chair and reached for the phone. She'd worked multi-line phones before, how difficult could it be? Ten buttons later, she found caller number two.

"Quail Hollow Pedes, can you hold, please?" A tap of a button and that caller's objection was quickly silenced. Felicity pressed the one flashing to its right. "Quail Hollow Pedes."

Without hesitation, a young mother launched into a frantic tale of how her daughter had eaten an entire tube of lipstick and would assuredly die if the pediatrician's office didn't come and pump her stomach immediately.

"Okay, first, I need your name. Sally? Okay, Sally, I need to you take a breath. Nope, a deeper one than that. First child? Lesson one: next time you believe you have a life-threatening situation, you need to call 9-1-1, not the pediatrician's office. That said, one tube of lipstick isn't life-threatening. My son managed to get his grubby little mitts on at least three of mine before he was two, one of them a twenty-dollar Lancôme."

"Mom," Tyler whispered at her side.

She placed a hand on his shoulder, attention still fixed on the caller. "Heck yeah, I was mad about that one. Anyway, trust me when I say she'll be fine. Next diaper isn't gonna be pretty, but she'll be fine. Put your makeup where she can't get into it and let her go back to watching Sesame Street."

"Mom." Tyler tugged her shirtsleeve. "Look!"

She glanced up to spy two men stepping through the front door, one middle aged and a bit thick in the waist, his slate-gray suit a nice complement to his salt-and-pepper hair. He was holding the door for a second guy who was fighting to angle a set of crutches through the entryway. Gimpy wasn't nearly as nicely dressed, his attire composed of workout shorts, a fitted tee, and a worn Ohio State ball cap pulled low over his eyes. Two men and no kids. Clearly, they were at the wrong medical office — something they'd figure out on their own soon enough. She covered the phone's mouthpiece with one hand while lowering Tyler's extended arm with the other.

"It's not polite to point, sweetheart."

"But, Mom, don't you know who that is? It's Columbus's right wing!"

She nodded to placate him and leaned back, glancing down a side hall. Where was the darned receptionist? "Can we talk about hockey later, sweetheart? Mommy's trying not to lose her cool."

"It's soccer, Mom. Geez."

Hockey, soccer — did it really matter? She'd just started trying to deescalate the ringworm hysteria on line two when a shadow fell across the desk. Tyler's hand worried the sleeve of her shirt in double time now. Felicity tugged free of his grasp and shot him a warning look.

"Excuse me."

At the sound of a voice far deeper than her son's, she glanced up ... and promptly forgot how to breathe. Mr. Right Wing was standing just across the counter, a warm smile on his face and green eyes fixed on her. Sandy blond hair peeked out from under his ball cap, while his chin was dusted with stubble of a matching shade.

Perfect stubble.

Not too long, not too short, but just right.

The woman in her ear asked a question, breaking the trance.

"Uh, can you hold, please?" Felicity fumbled with the keypad until Muzak replaced the caller's objections and prayed she didn't have anything from breakfast stuck between her teeth. "Yes?"

Mr. Wing's smile widened. "Good morning. I'm Scott Gillie, here to see Dr. Bedi."

"Aren't we all?"

Scott's brows furrowed. "Sorry?"

"I mean, that is why we bring our children here. To see the doctor." She peered over the counter, figuring she must have missed seeing theirs arrive. "And yours is ...?"

"No kids, just me. Here to see Dr. Bedi."

"Are you sure?"

One corner of his mouth quirked. "Positive."

Felicity wanted to kick herself. First handsome guy she'd crossed paths with in months, and she sounded like a bumbling idiot. Hard not to with him looking the way he did, that fitted tee stretched tight across his lean torso from the crutches wedged under his arms. Not that she was complaining, not one little bit.

"Right. Well, then, I'll make a note that you've arrived and —"

"Can I ... help you?"

Felicity spun to find a woman in kitten-patterned scrubs approaching, confusion on her face and a steaming coffee mug in her hands. The girl was young, maybe early twenties, and seemed far less bothered by the chaos surrounding them than Felicity would have thought humanly possible.

"Um, yes." Felicity gave her son a gentle tug from the chair and guided him to the front of the reception desk beside Mr. Hottie. Or rather, Mr. Wing. Oh heck, she might as well call it like she saw it: Mr. I'll Be Starring in Your Dreams Tonight. "Tyler Shaw is here for his eight-thirty appointment. And Mr. Gillie is apparently here to see Dr. Bedi, as well."

The receptionist encouraged the two gentlemen to take a seat in the waiting area, but asked Felicity to remain so they could verify her insurance information. Why, she couldn't understand. They'd just been here a few weeks ago — how often could that kind of stuff change?

Then again, if she didn't get out of here and back to work in a reasonable amount of time, hers might very well change before their next visit, and not voluntarily. Her boss was a generally patient man, but she hated to push it. Though, if she had to miss work, she might as well enjoy the view. She cast a subtle glance back at Scott and caught him looking their way. But rather than appear apologetic, he winked.

Felicity looked away, heat rising in her cheeks. Okay, so the guy was probably used to getting stared at, as good-looking as he was. Which was exactly why she wasn't going to peek again. She'd fallen for one bad boy, and how'd that turn out?

With her a widowed, single mother, struggling to make ends meet.

The receptionist handed her a printout and asked Felicity to verify that everything was correct. She was nearly done skimming it over when Tyler piped up beside her. "Hey, Mom?"

"Hang on a second, sweetheart."

"But you're going to miss it."

"Honey, miss what?"

Her gaze shifted from the paper to find he was pointing again, this time to the other corner of the room.

"Sweetheart, how many times do I have to tell you? Pointing isn't —"

The words died in her throat at the unexpected scene on a nearby television screen. It was her factory, the place she should be now, surrounded by a mob of people with raised fists and angry faces. Police were trying to contain the crowd as a reporter stood off to the side, giving their take on the situation. From where she stood, Felicity couldn't hear what they were saying, but the banner across the bottom of the screen spoke volumes.

Stinson automotive shuts down, town in shock.

* * *

Scott scrolled through his Twitter feed, trying to focus on highlights from this weekend's MLS games instead of sneaking another glance at the cute mom and her kid. He should have been on the field this past weekend, helping Columbus stick it to Toronto. Instead, he'd spent the past two days sitting in an old farmhouse on the outskirts of Quail Hollow, listening to his beloved grandmother give every reason under the sun as to why he should pack up and move "home." Lucky for him, his agent wasn't going to let that happen any time soon. Not when there were still contracts to negotiate and money to make.

Now all he needed was to have his old friend, Evan Bedi — Doctor Evan Bedi, as everyone here apparently knew him — clear Scott to play.

He checked the time on his phone. Nine-fifteen. The team would be finishing their first run right about now, then heading to the field for passing warm-ups. His uninjured knee bounced, itching to get back out there with his team. Come on, Evan. Don't fail me now.

"Your grandmother hates me," said J.B. from beside him, not bothering to look up from the newspaper he'd swiped from a nearby end table.

Scott grinned at the thought of his bulldozer of a dealmaker agent having his feelings hurt. Then again, the greeting J.B. received an hour ago when he'd arrived to pick Scott up for this checkup had been anything but welcoming. Had he chosen a different profession, maybe it would have been.

"Hey, now, hate's a pretty strong word."

"Okay, then your grandmother really dislikes me."

Scott chuckled. "That's more accurate and not entirely uncommon. Edna dislikes a lot of people, especially ones who insist her grandson's place is on the soccer field, not playing the role of bingo chauffer."

"She must hate your entire team."

"Probably would, if she ever made it out to a game and met them."

J.B. arched a brow his way. "Not a fan?"

"Nope."

His fault, not hers. Scott had traded family functions for practices and games long, long ago. It'd gotten him to where he was today and laid the groundwork for the goals he still worked to achieve. Though, it'd be a whole lot easier to climb the Major League Soccer ladder if he could get back on the turf. It would also help him keep his starting position, which was why they were there.

"I still think you're putting too much hope into this plot of yours," J.B. said. "We need a plan in case Evan's opinion doesn't vary from your team trainer's."

"You're not really bringing up this personal assistant idea of yours again, are you?"

"As much as I love driving you all over God's green earth, I simply don't have that kind of time. You're going to need help."

"Funny, I've done just fine the past three weeks. On my own, in case you've forgotten."

Columbus was a progressive city with virtually unlimited resources at the ready. Need a ride? Call an Uber. Need food? Have it delivered. Need help around his apartment? Definitely no need there.

"Besides, Evan and I have been friends since high school travel ball," said Scott. "If anyone knows how fast I recover from dings and bruises, it's him."

"Too bad this injury is neither of those things." J.B. glanced toward a cluster of chairs set before a large television mounted high on the wall. "If he doesn't clear you, we're going to need to find you a personal assistant."

"What could I possibly need one of those for?"

When J.B. didn't answer, Scott followed his gaze ... and found it fixed on the cute mom and her shaggy-haired son. Of course, leave it to his agent to be wowed by the woman who'd taken it upon herself to start answering phones at the pediatrician's office; J.B. always had been a fan of assertive females. Lucky for Scott, he was perfectly capable of answering his cell all by himself.

Even luckier, she likely lived around here, three hours from Columbus. Threat averted, he allowed himself to enjoy the view a moment longer. She was rocking a pair of worn skinny jeans and a long, fitted tee that failed to hide a single curve. Her light brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, mirroring her son's unkempt look. The boy was in shorts and a Manchester United practice jersey that appeared to be a few sizes too big. While her attention was riveted to the screen, the boy's kept alternating between it and Scott.

When he realized Scott was looking, he offered a tiny wave. Scott tipped his chin as a hello. The boy's eyes went wide, then he ducked his head with a giggle. Cute kid. And way quieter than the others in here. Man, how did Evan survive this day in and out? Scott couldn't imagine doing anything besides soccer. Heck, he didn't know if he could. College degree or not, soccer was his life, his love. Without it, he'd be lost. Being sidelined these past few weeks had only reinforced that.

His attention shifted back to the cute mom, whose gaze remained locked on the television screen, and felt the tiniest bit of envy. Sure, soccer was his everything, and he had yet to reach his lifelong goal of making the U.S. Men's National Team. But some nights when he sat before his own TV, alone, he longed to have someone there beside him. Someone like she probably had, to curl up with and share stories from their day. To raise a family with.

Eventually, he told himself, but not now. Now when he was at the top of his game with no time for distractions. Because that's what women had been to his career in his past: a distraction. If anyone knew that, it was J.B.

"Look, Evan's going to clear me, so you can stop with this PA nonsense. We're not gonna need it."

"Scott Gillie?"

He waved to the nurse who'd called for him and reached for his crutches, hoping and praying this would work. "Come on, let's go get that 'all clear.'"

"You go ahead." J.B. handed him a folder containing the team trainer's notes and Scott's X-rays. "I have some work to do." There was something in his voice that made Scott pause. He started to ask what J.B. was up to, but then a toddler nearby sneezed, and that got him moving once more. The last thing he needed was to get cleared to play, only to come down with pneumonia.

"Fine, but we're tabling this discussion. Hopefully, indefinitely."

After explaining to the nurse that there was no Scottie Jr. joining them, he followed as she led him back to an examination room. Once inside, she motioned for him to take a seat in one of the grown-up size chairs rather than try to climb onto the elevated, cushioned patient table. Fine by him. He'd had enough climbing this weekend trying to navigate the stairs in his grandmother's two-story. Two trips up and down those creaking old steps, and he'd taken to scooting up backward on his butt and dragging the damned crutches along.

(Continues…)


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The Soccer Player and the Single Mom 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 13 reviews.
Anonymous 7 months ago
enjoyable%2C+well+written.++
FizzaYounis 12 months ago
It is a very sweet and romantic novel. I thoroughly enjoyed this story and would recommend to anyone looking for a fun read. Felicity is a working single mom but lately, she has been experiencing the worst luck ever. First, the factory where she works closes unexpectedly and without any warning. Then, her building caught fire and now not only she is out of a job but she also needs a place to stay. So, when she is offered a job as a personal assistant to an arrogant soccer player she has no other choice but to accept. Scott is not happy that his agent hired someone as his assistant. Although he is recovering from an injury he still thinks that he can manage on his own. Besides, it is not like he has ever had an assistant before. Why would he need one now? So, his plan is to make Felicity leave as soon as possible. Unfortunately for him, she is in no position to turn down a job offer. It seems that for the time being they are both stuck with each other. What started as a very difficult professional relationship soon turned into something much more. The only problem is that Scott is not here to stay and Felicity has her son to think about. But both plan to have a good time for as long as it lasts. It is a very well-written novel and I loved all the characters, especially Scott's grandmother, Edna is simply an amazing woman. Felicity cousin is also cool. All in all, it is a great read and a highly entertaining story.
OpheliaOA More than 1 year ago
3.5 stars. This is the first book that I've read from Kyra Jacobs and I can happily say that I am a fan of her work now. I found this book to be amusing and entertaining to read. Scott might be out and not playing soccer at the moment due to his injury but that does not mean he needs an assistant...well according to him. Felicity might not want to be the personal assistant to Scott but when she loses her job and her apartment catches on fire she has no other option to accept the job. Felicity and Scott might not get along at the beginning but the instant attraction that they feel towards each other is out of this world which soon leads to a lot more. I really liked this book and I can't wait to read more of Kyra Jacob's work. ***Received this ARC by NetGalley as an exchange for an honest review.
beckymmoe More than 1 year ago
Such a sweet romance! There's a string of pretty big coincidences that bring Scott and Felicity into the same circles, but once they are they're darn cute together. Scott's grandmother is a hoot, and Felicity's son Tyler is adorable--together with the hero and heroine they make this a fun story to read. The would-be steamier scenes are fade to black, though there are some toe-curling kisses on the page. Scott grows up nicely during the course of the story, finally realizing that there is more to life than soccer, as his grandmother's been trying to tell him, just in time for a very satisfying HEA. I'd definitely pick up another book by Ms. Jacobs in the future! Rating: 4 stars / B+ I voluntarily reviewed an Advance Reader Copy of this book.
ReadYourWrites More than 1 year ago
Felicity Shaw has pretty much struggled her entire adult life. Since her husband died of an overdose, it has just been her and her six-year-old son Tyler. Felicity lives for her son. With the exception of her cousin Lauren and Lauren’s family, it’s just the two of them. That's not to say Felicity doesn't have parents. She does. They're just not in the picture (their choice) and seem to not care about her or Tyler. While at her son's pediatrician's office, she discovers via a breaking news story that the factory she works at has been closed down. When one door closes, another one opens. Felicity's open door is being held for her by J.B., the agent for Scott Gillie, pride of Quail Hollow, Indiana, and right-wing for Columbus's major league soccer team. An on-field injury has Scott seeking a second opinion from his friend and former college teammate Evan Bedi. Yes. Evan Bedi of Quail Hollow Pediatrics. Scott hopes that Evan will fast-track his return to soccer before his backup takes his starting position. Unfortunately, Scott's injury is worse than previously thought and Scott is looking at an additional two weeks of recovery time. Since Scott is staying in town with his grandmother, J.B. suggests and hires Felicity to be Scott's PA. Felicity’s job is to do some admin work for J.B. But mostly, she is to schedule appearances around the area for Scott, take him to those appearances, and ferry him around wherever he needs to go. Scott isn't happy his agent hired Felicity. He doesn't think he needs an assistant and really doesn't want to do any PR work. Needless to say, shenanigans ensue when they each try to push their own agendas. Soon they become attracted to each other and decide to give into their feelings. But all too soon, they each start to wish their temporary fling could be more. I really enjoyed the push and pull between Felicity and Scott in the beginning. This went on through almost half of the book. Them trying to get back at each other was fun to watch. For me, the tone of the book changed once the laughter stopped. Once they accepted and acknowledged they were attracted to each other, their scars started to show. Since the death of his mother, Scott has used soccer as a crutch. And the promise to his mother, has fueled his tunnel vision desire to be the best and reach the top of his sport. He has cast aside everything in his life for soccer. Felicity is funny. She’s strong, resilient, and resourceful. She carries around the burden of her husband’s death. I think Kyra did a really, really good job of capturing the soul and essence of a six-year-old little boy. Edna, Scott’s grandmother, was the best kind of grandma. She knows more than she lets on. She's wise. She's funny. She's a handful. I love grand gestures. I found the grand gesture in this story to not be very grand. It was predictable and simple. Now, I’m stepping on my soapbox to complain about social issues in the book not addressed with ways to seek help. Drug overdose is a huge issue, as is domestic violence. There are no warnings that these are included in the story. There are also no messages on referral links or numbers to seek help, in case you or someone you know needs it. I’m a firm believer that if you put it in the book as a way to drive your story, you owe it to readers, yourself as an author, and publisher to deliver a public service announcement. You never know what little push someone needs to reach out for help. *Received a copy from the publisher*
EileenAW More than 1 year ago
Felicity and Scott’s love story in The Soccer Player and the Single Mom by Kyra Jacobs was truly a fun and enjoyable read. While at the pediatrician’s single mom Felicity Shaw steps in for a missing receptionist while seeing on the news that the company she worked shut their doors without a single notice. Soccer player Scott Gillie is visiting his friend and former teammate hoping for reprieve from his manager, his grandmother, and the okay on his injured knee to return to the sport he loved. Scott’s manager wants to hire a PA for him which Scott wants no part in, while he’s recuperating at his grandmother’s in his small hometown. Felicity’s take charge and organized personality catches the eye of the manager, hiring her on the spot and offering three times what she was making. She is not interested, especially for a stubborn injured playboy but with bills piling up, no other available jobs in the area, and mouths to feed, she really can’t say no to the job. When a fire condemns Felicity apartment, Scott’s grandmother suggests she and her son temporarily move in with them, but Scott is going nuts with the temptation she offers, especially now that she is across the hall. As Scott plots and plans to force Felicity to quits he is surprised to learn that Felicity will fight fire with fire; karma is such a payback. As Scott and Felicity get to know one another they finally become friends and then lovers. Scott has goals he believes he must reach before settling down with a wife and family; until he returns to the game and sees all he is missing. Ms. Jacobs wrote a wonderful, sexy and emotional story that is not to be missed. She provided a tale rich with sexual chemistry, amusing banter, and endearing characters giving Scott and Felicity a chance at love and a future neither expected to make them happy. Side note: this reviewer once live in Indiana, the location for this story, and it brought back many memories. I highly recommend The Soccer Player and the Single Mom to other readers. I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book.
Lori-Gonzo More than 1 year ago
What a sweet story that played like a movie in my head as I read it! Those are always the most fun books to read. I loved the banter between Scott and Felicity. The way they would try to do something to the other was hilarious. They got each other good for sure. Then throw in Scott's treatment of Felicity's son and how in the world is she supposed to resist?!?! Scott's grandmother, Edna, was a hoot and a half. She was constantly making me smile with her quick wit and shenanigans she played on her beloved grandson, just to help keep him grounded and to realize what is important in life. I received this book in exchange for an honest review from the publisher through Netgalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Scott Gillie is a soccer player with a mission, to get to the national squad, until an injury derails his career. Felicity Shaw is a single mom who has just lost her job when the factory where she worked went into receivership. Their lives collide in a doctor's waiting room where Scott's agent JB makes Felicity an offer she can't refuse - be Scott's PA for a few weeks while he's stuck staying with his grandmother Edna in Quail's Hollow, but Scott isn't going to make it easy ... This was inoffensive, fade-to-black romance. Unfortunately I read it shortly after one with a similar story, Nothing But Trouble which I absolutely adored and this fell short by comparison. There wasn't really any drama or tension or even any plot, just Scott and Felicity dancing around each other and playing house under the watchful eye of Edna and Felicity's son Tyler. I liked it but I didn't love it. I received a free copy of this book from the publisher via NetGalley in return for an honest review.
Bette313 More than 1 year ago
Loved this sweet romantic read. I fell in love with these characters immediately. First there is single mom Felicity Shaw and her adorable son Tyler. Felicity has had a string of bad luck lately and needs to find a job desperately. Then there is Scott Gillie. Professional soccer player sidelined by an injury and hating it. He just wants to get back in the game not be taken care of by a pushy personal assistant. Scott's agent hires Felicity for that job with a salary that makes it impossible to turn down. Let the games begin! This is a fun, lighthearted, quick read that I think everyone will enjoy. I definitely recommend it.
Lorizen More than 1 year ago
Wildly entertaining! A bucket full of sass from a single Mom, a grumpy soccer player, a feisty Grandma and her dog and a young son make this book one that you just cannot put down! Scott Gillie is a pro soccer player who is nursing an injury and back home with his Grandma desperate to get back on the field, fearing if he's gone too long his back up will replace him. When a plan to circumvent the trainer backfires, he's on strict orders to stay off his knee and gets a single mom PA to boot. Felicity has just lost her job, while waiting for her new little rental house to be ready, her current run down duplex is condemned and she's just been hired by Scotts agent as his PA. His agent has a plan to keep Scott busy and his face out there. Along with that he gives her other work to do, which she handles most efficiently. Especially the angry, spiteful Scott who is determined to make her life so miserable she'll quit and he can do what he wants. She'll have none of that. Meanwhile Grandma has them moving in with them after the fire disaster and makes Scott even more uncomfortable as he really is taking a liking to Felicity and her son Tyler. Scott battles with his feelings towards her and his need to get back out there and play. He's great with Tyler and Scott has his own baggage from his early years and Fe has her share as well. Between the dialogue and watching the story unfold between them, I couldn't put this one down. It made me want more and kept me turning those pages. The ups and downs, along with his Grandmother's sarcasm was a treat! Scott and Tyler were awesome and the spark between Fe and Scott was perfection. I loved every stinking minute of this book. The epilogue was a treat! Another must read from Kyra Jacobs!
SherriBabb More than 1 year ago
This book was such a sweet funny romance book. I loved it from the very first page. From the moment that Scott and Felicity meant sparks were flying. Both of them denied their feelings and did whatever they could to avoid each other. Sometimes you cannot out run what you feel. This was a great read. When you add in meddling friends and family and one adorable little boy you get yourself a book that not only makes you swoon at times but makes you smile and laugh. I cannot wait to see what happens next in this small town. Hopefully we will get to catch up with Scott and Felicity. Thanks Net Galley. I voluntarily reviewed this book in exchange for an honest review.
caroldh4 More than 1 year ago
RATING 4.5 STARS The Soccer Player and the Single Mom is a stand alone sweet romance by Kyra Jacobs. I have read Kyra’s Paranormal series and even though she has several published contemporary romances, I haven’t read any of them yet. I don’t know why because I love her writing style. She has such a way of drawing in the reader and making us fall in love with her characters. Which is exactly what I did with this book! Scott Gillie is a twenty eight year old professional soccer player. Scott’s life revolves around soccer. That’s the way it’s always been and that’s the way he wants it. But his life is suddenly put on pause when he is forced to take time off while an injured knee heals. Scott finds himself rehabbing at his childhood home, his grandmother’s house, in Quail Hollow, Indiana. All he wants is to get back to work doing what he loves. But that can’t happen until the doctor releases him. In the mean time, his manager decides he needs a personal assistant. That is the last thing Scott wants. Someone getting on his nerves every single day, especially the beautiful single mom his manager chooses for the job. Felicity Shaw is a single mom to her six year old son, Tyler, who is adorable by the way. Felicity is doing everything she can to keep their heads above water. But lately, fate seems to be against her and is dealing her one blow after another. When Scott’s manager offers her the job as Scott’s personal assistant, she doesn’t want to take the job. She has no idea how to be a personal assistant. Plus, Scott is just a little bit too good looking for her own good! But she needs the money. Then fate deals her another blow and she finds herself moving in to Scott’s grandmother’s house, with her bedroom door right across the hall from Mr. Sexy Soccer Player. This is not good at all. But she has no choice. She needs a place to stay and she needs this job. Scott doesn’t want a PA and Felicity doesn’t want to lose the job, so let the games begin. As these two get to know each other, and Scott sees what kind of a woman Felicity is, he suddenly realizes he doesn’t want to run her off anymore. Just the opposite. He wants her to stay. But Scott’s life isn’t here in Quail Hollow anymore. As soon as he gets released by the Dr., he’s leaving. It’s what he has to do. Can he and Felicity enjoy a little fling, just enjoy the time they do have together with no attachments, until he leaves? Or is his heart already getting involved? I enjoyed this so much. I loved the relationship between Felicity and her son. And I loved watching the relationship build between Scott and little Tyler, and also between Scott and Felicity. Try as they did to keep their hearts out of things, it became impossible the longer they were together. And I have to mention Scott’s grandmother, Edna. I loved her. She was quirky and fun and just what Felicity and Tyler needed. She was also much wiser than she let on. This really was such a sweet, wonderful romance that I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Kyra is such a fabulous author and I can’t wait to see what she is going to do next!
ytcruz More than 1 year ago
I had not read this author before and when someone suggested the book , I decided to give it a try. I am so glad I did. The story of Single mom Felicity Shaw, and famous soccer player Scott Gillie was sweet, touching , at times heartbreaking but also heartwarming. Two individuals that have had their share of losses, insecurities and whose future whether separately or together, is full of uncertainties. They blossomed together but when Scott is due to return to the game after an injured had sidelined him, will he leave everyone behind or will he find a new future? The secondary characters in Edna, Scott’s grandmother, and Felicity’s son Tyler, were great addition to the story. I am looking forward to reading more books by this author. I was entrusted a copy of this book by Netgalley. The opinions expressed are solely my own.