She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Hockey is in my blood, and my career is the most important thing in my life. I play right ring, and I’m the team’s star forward. Emma’s instalove stories are filled with heat, passion and happily ever afters. Overview: Emma Bray writes intense, steamy romances with possessive alpha males who’ll stop at nothing to claim the women they want.
He just holds a hand up in a backward wave to her.Stalker Sportsmen series (#1,3-4) by Emma Bray I instantly relax when I find out he’s her brother. The guy standing next to her chokes on his drink before he gives her a wink and says, Well, I'll see you later, sis. Do they have some sort of open relationship? Just what the hell's going on here? This isn’t exactly the reaction I was expecting from the man who has this beauty.ĭo I know you? she asks, knowing damn well she doesn't. She turns and raises an eyebrow at me coolly while the guy with her grins as he looks between us. I try not to be so obvious about it, but I can’t help inhaling the scent of her hair. Hey, beautiful, I say just as I come up behind her. If I have to pry her away from another man, I will. I don't know who the guy with her is, but at this point, I don't even give a fuck if it's her boyfriend. I plant my beer on the counter and start making my way through the bar over to the redheaded beauty. I hear the rest of the team still buzzing and clapping each other on the backs, but I'm over the game now. I lower my beer, my eyes still pinned on the beautiful goddess in front of me.
Her head is tossed back as she laughs at something a man to her left says, and I know it's irrational, but I'm instantly jealous of the guy who can elicit such a sound from her. She has long red hair that flows all the way down to an impossibly tiny waist. I’d put this beauty around five foot seven. I’m just built for the sport and happen to be good at it. Of course, there aren't many people who are as tall as me at six foot six. She's tall for a girl, but nowhere near as tall as me. I nearly choke on the brew, pausing mid-guzzle when I spot the most beautiful angel I've ever seen in my entire life. I tip my beer back to drink to a job well done. I might have scored the last goal that tipped us over the edge, but no basketball game can be won without the effort of the entire team, and I'm not one to take all the credit. I scored the winning goal, but I toast to the entire team because it was a team effort. One of my teammates high-fives me, and then we all hold our beers up and clink them together.
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