I got the biggest opportunity of my life as an NFL quarterback.
As a first round draft pick, I was top of my game.
Then I blew it.
Now I’m back home wishing for another way out, another chance to be great.
Something is missing. Football is all I’ve known, so that must be it, right?
When my best friends sister returns to town, and I enlist her in getting back into footballs good graces, she stirs something inside me that I haven’t felt in years.
Turns out I did find what I was missing, exactly where I was told not to look for it.
Will I still be able to leave or will she convince me my next biggest win is right here at home?
'Give me wine! Give me shots! Let’s do this right now!' My wild maid of honor just couldn’t settle down.
Tomorrow I would marry the coach of my dreams, The day was finally here, it had been fifteen years!
The excitement was palpable in a little town called Christmas, Everyone was yelling 'You won’t want to miss this!'
Coach Gage and Francesca were finally tying the knot, But would it be that easy? I think not.
Come along for the ride and see what they do, Which Casanova brother will come to the rescue?
Spend Christmas in Christmas for the Biggest Wedding this town has ever seen.
Fall in love all over again with Jackson and Francesca and the rest of the Casanova Family!
I’m one of them. She sucked me in all those years ago; I’ve never let go and I’ve never been the same since.
I couldn’t leave her again if I tried.
She really has a knack for PR whether she wants to admit it or not. She makes me feel like I’m the most important person here tonight. She has introduced me to some new faces as well as helped me reconnect with old. The good news is that people recognize me and my talents, and no one has mentioned any of my risquΓ© behavior. As we wind down from dinner, she excuses herself to the restroom and I say I’ll get us fresh drinks from the bar. As I am waiting for the bartender, a man approaches.
“Coach Gage, what a pleasant surprise.”
I turn at the mention of my name, but I don’t recognize this guy. He looks sketchy. Like a bookie or something. “I’m sorry, I’ve seen so many faces tonight, but I don’t recall your name.”
“Nick Goldman,” he replies. “I believe we have a mutual friend.” He raises his brows like we share a secret.
Goldman. As in Goldman PR. This is the douche who dragged Chess’ name through the mud.
I turn my back on him. “Enjoy your night, Nick.” It’s better to not engage with him at all. Though there is a ton of things I’d love to say to him, I keep my composure, willing this bartender to get a move on.
But Nick keeps talking. “Do you like my sloppy seconds? It’s clear Frankie likes slumming too.”
At the mention of her name, I turn and swing. I didn’t want to. It took all I had to not pop him at first sight. But when he slams her name again, I can’t hold back. I see red. I connect with his jaw. The blonde woman he was standing with screams. Nick falls onto the bar then pushes from it, bending at the waist and tries to ram me in the stomach. I lift my knee, slamming him in the nose and pushing him back down to the floor. There’s more screaming and gasps and I’m being pulled from him and restrained by two men. There’s another man lifting Nick back up. Chess comes around the corner to see us squaring off at each other, Nick still running his mouth.
“I’ll sue you! You just assaulted me!”
“You shouldn’t talk shit when you can’t back it up.”
“Oh please, man, is her pussy really worth the legal fight I’m going to bring to you?”
I roar and charge him again, but a third man jumps in and holds me back. Nick yells, “You’re nothing but a has been. Everyone sees right through this charade you two have going on. I’ll expose you! I’ll end you! Then I’ll own you!”
Hailing from a tiny town in New York, Carolina spends her free time with her military husband, their two sons and her chocolate lab, Lincoln. Her avid love for reading slowly morphed into an “I want to do that, too!” attitude and a dream was born with a pen and paper.
Carolina Jax writes contemporary romances about her favorite things – football, small towns and big hearts. Her stories are based on an everyday life with amazing people finding amazing love. They have the perfect combination of love, lust and laughs, and always with a Happily Ever After.
When she’s not on the field watching her boys play football and lacrosse, she loves to drink wine with friends, watch the Philadelphia Eagles (hopefully) win, read about alpha heroes, and dream about everything Christmas.
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Sounds like a good series.
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