It's one of those three-year plans that takes longer than three years.
Still, I've been making it happen. Checking off those to-dos and turning them into to-dones.
Everything is almost lined up.
And then my phone rings.
By the time I get to Jess, she's unconscious and bleeding.
My carefully crafted plan blows up in my face.
I tell the hospital we're engaged. We aren't, but apparently, in that place, you need a permission slip to see your most important, so I do what has to be done.
I toss together an epic apology salad for when she opens her eyes, and when she does...
She asks me who I am.
I'm willing to overlook the insult since, you know, head injury, but then Nurszilla spills the beans on our pending nuptials.
And just like that, my friend turns into my fianc, and I'm not even mad at it.
How could I be? Her curves fit in my arms perfectly. Kissing her is like whoa and makes me forget I'm living a lie.
I know I have to come clean, but someone dirtier than me is stalking my final girl, and until she remembers who, it's on me to keep her safe.
The closer we get, the guiltier I feel.
When all this is over, will she forgive me? Or will everything I've done cost me everything I've always wanted? WHOA is a college sports romance novel and can be read as a standalone.
It's one of those three-year plans that takes longer than three years.
Still, I've been making it happen. Checking off those to-dos and turning them into to-dones.
Everything is almost lined up.
And then my phone rings.
By the time I get to Jess, she's unconscious and bleeding.
My carefully crafted plan blows up in my face.
I tell the hospital we're engaged. We aren't, but apparently, in that place, you need a permission slip to see your most important, so I do what has to be done.
I toss together an epic apology salad for when she opens her eyes, and when she does...
She asks me who I am.
I'm willing to overlook the insult since, you know, head injury, but then Nurszilla spills the beans on our pending nuptials.
And just like that, my friend turns into my fianc, and I'm not even mad at it.
How could I be? Her curves fit in my arms perfectly. Kissing her is like whoa and makes me forget I'm living a lie.
I know I have to come clean, but someone dirtier than me is stalking my final girl, and until she remembers who, it's on me to keep her safe.
The closer we get, the guiltier I feel.
When all this is over, will she forgive me? Or will everything I've done cost me everything I've always wanted? WHOA is a college sports romance novel and can be read as a standalone.
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