Carlie's Coach

Coach Marrow is looking for a change. Little does he know he’ll find it when he leasts expects it.


Gray

I thought attending the concert would be a great way to relax. Wrong.

It didn’t take me long to realize I’d made a mistake trying to regain my lost youth or something like that. I was headed right back out the door when I saw her. The woman who will change my life forever.

She bowled me over, and I got so caught up in making love to her, I forgot to get her name. When I wake up the next morning, ready to make her mine forever, I find my little tigress has disappeared.

Now, I’ll do whatever it takes to find my missing soulmate and tie her to me so tight, she won’t ever get away again.

Carlie

The universe is getting its kicks messing with me.

Okay, I’ll admit, it was a really bad idea to leave the concert with the hottie, but I threw caution to the wind and took a chance. The next morning, I realized I had no idea how to deal with the morning after, so I did the first thing that came to mind. I got the heck out of there.

Little did I know I took a little something with me. I have no idea how to find the hottie who stole my heart and knocked me up, but the universe has other plans for me. When I get into a little fender bender on the way to work, my mystery man drops back into my life and turns everything upside down. To my horror, I end up passing out on him and then throwing up on his shiny, expensive shoes. Oops.

Now that I’ve found my mystery man, I have to figure out a way to tell him my little secret and hopefully steal his heart in the process. Turnabout is fair play, and he’s owned mine since the moment we met.

What we wanted: professional athletes. What we got: stick-wielding madmen who look good in TEAM COLORS, play hard, and love harder. It's a good thing this is Silver Spoon Falls because these hunky hockey players fit right in.

Welcome the Falcons to the roster! These over-the-top athletes are about the play the most important game of all: the game of love. And the sassy, curvy women of Silver Spoon Falls have no intention of going down without a fight. Let the games begin!

I must’ve been insane to come to this concert. I think for the thousandth time since I made my way past the graying hippy selling pot at the front door. When I heard The Psychedelic Squad was playing a concert in the small auditorium in Houston, I jumped on the chance to see my favorite band, but I’m currently regretting my impulsiveness.
The packed arena is filled with way-the-fuck-too-old-for-this-shit assholes wanting to relive their glory years and acting like morons. I’m too old for this shit. I rub the back of my neck and turn to head back out while mentally kicking my own ass for my idiotic plan to attend the concert.
After a hectic month dealing with the League, making sure all the players involved in a scheme to influence games by taking out other players were smoked out, I was at the end of my rope. Then I had the issue of one of my asshole hockey players attempting to renegotiate his already too-generous contract by playing like shit was too much, and I needed a way to decompress.
Unfortunately, my exhausted mind picked the shittiest way possible to accomplish my goal. I’m about to turn around and leave when my eyes fall on her. Standing no more than five or six feet away is the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen.
It might be corny but, in that instant, I feel the ground shift under my feet as I realize my life will never be the same. The tall, curvy blonde just stole my goddamn heart, and I’m not upset about it in the least.
She reaches down to tug on the front of her short skirt, attempting to stretch the tight fabric, and I see red. There’s way too fucking much silky, pale skin on display for my comfort.
As my eyes eat her up, my cock grows steadily harder behind my zipper. I watch her gorgeous honey-colored eyes widen when they meet mine. Electricity courses through my blood, nearly bringing me to my knees. She’s standing alone next to the tall wall of speakers, totally oblivious to all the hungry looks she’s receiving. Fuck that. It’s time for me to let all the assholes in this arena know she’s mine.
My heartbeat turns erratic as I make my way through the crowd toward her. I step between her and everyone else, and her delicate fragrance wraps around me, drowning out the smell of weed and sweaty bodies. “Hi.” Okay. I sound like a moron, but I don’t care. My mind has been running on half-power since the second I laid eyes on her.
“Hi.” I watch as her delicate throat moves up and down when she swallows, and my fucking cock almost explodes. Sweat breaks out on my forehead while I debate whether or not she’ll forgive me if I drag her gorgeous ass out of here before the band even takes the stage. “I’m not interested in a threesome, weed, or anything else you’re peddling.”
She stands up straight and holds her ground. Fuck. I’m in love. “I’m not here to sell you on anything.” I can’t help but admire her stance. “I saw you standing over here by yourself and I wanted to come meet you.” Okay, I’ll admit it. I sound like a needy asshole, but I don’t care. I’ll do whatever it takes to encourage this curvy little angel to give me the time of day.