Résultats pour "Heartbreak" dans Sports

I had my person I was supposed to grow old with, but he double broke my heart when he forced me to choose between marrying him or hockey. I chose hockey and if I’m choosing hockey, I’m doing it all the way and leaving love out of the equation. Sounds like a great plan until I show up to hockey practice and realize the guy I fell into bed with is actually my new coach.

When my best friend claimed the tall, handsome, and commanding sports agent whose baby blues featured in all my naughty fantasies, I vowed never to reveal my decade-long crush on the man who rescued me from my bullies back in high school. I dated men I hoped would make me forget all about Grayson Ford. When that didn't work, I moved to the UK to complete my doctorate, but really it was to put distance between us. But then my bestie chose to marry another man, leaving Gray shattered. I told myself he was still not for me. He could never be mine.

My hook-up for the night wasn’t supposed to be my long-time hockey rival, but here he is. I’m too worked up to let him go home without having a taste. One little bite of that smart mouth is mine for the taking after how many times he’s broken my nose. How was I supposed to know that I’d crave Alderchuck with the desperation of a starved man? I’m always one bad day from an explosion, but since I hooked up with Alderchuck, my body’s constantly on fire. I’m thinking about things I haven’t in a long time. He’s dredged years of buried torment to the surface. The cure? Alderchuck.

They say you never forget your first. Jagger Cruz, the popular, gorgeous, athletic heartbreaker, was my introduction to college flings. Over the years, I’ve tried to pay no attention to every wicked rumor I heard about him, even though deep down I knew they weren’t just rumors. Unable to face the consequences of what we’d done, if we were ever in close quarters, I ran in the other direction. If we were coincidentally put in the same class, I dropped it. Avoidance was the name of the game and so far I was winning. That is, until we’re assigned the same apartment.

It’s an unwritten rule somewhere: small-town librarians shall not commit spontaneous acts, for fear of mortal embarrassment. I’d certainly just proved it true, though hiring an escort was perfectly logical. How else should I overcome my fear of intimacy without risking heartbreak? Unfortunately, what came next wasn’t so logical. Instead of a dating coach, Griffin King showed up. Yes, that Griffin King: my childhood neighbor and now, to my dismay, an obscenely handsome pro football player. He’s not actually an escort, but how was I supposed to know that?

Travis leaves the cloth he was using to wipe down the bar where it is. He can’t get out of here fast enough. I should have gone to the game with my friends. My non-blood-related brothers. Though speaking of brothers, I consider calling Hunter. I wish I could talk to him about this, but he’d blow a gasket. He’d storm in here, drag me to the truck, and lock me in that homemade prison he’s always threatened to build.

I’m supposed to protect you after the most horrific time in your life. To do that I made a rule: No falling in love with you. But I effed up because I’m so damn in love with you that I ache for you without end. For seven years, I’ve held you when you cried, looked after you, and made damn sure you got back all the confidence stolen from you. It’s just, the whole time, I’ve been pining after you like a lovesick puppy. Pathetic, I know.

Brayden Kendricks mag Gottes Geschenk an die Frauen der Western University sein, aber trotzdem will ich nichts mit dem dunkelhaarigen Footballspieler zu tun haben. Der Kerl ist ein aufmerksamkeitssüchtiger Du-weißt-schon-was, der die Bewunderung der weiblichen Fans in sich aufsaugt, als wäre es das, was er im Leben verdient, weil er heiß und talentiert ist.

I made a deal with my brother a long time ago to never date his teammates. Technically, Rowan Landry, the hot as hell center for the Chicago Falcons, is no longer my brother’s teammate. Or his best friend. Their college days are long behind them, and they barely talk now. Also, I’m not dating him—we’re just sleeping together. There’s a difference.

I’m a Division I cheerleader with hopes of becoming a sports broadcaster. None of my plans for college include getting knocked up by a cheating ex who just got engaged to another girl. When my father finds out I’m pregnant, he goes ballistic. That’s when my BFF, bad boy Billy Babcock, comes to my rescue and agrees to “take responsibility”. Billy and I solidify our contract on a napkin—he’ll pretend to be my baby’s father, and I’ll help him clean up his image. The only problem is my father, the football coach, hates Billy.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. Nothing more than a momentary lapse in sanity with my best friend's stepbrother that we agreed to never speak of again. Simple. Or at least it should've been, considering we didn't even like each other. But the universe has a sick sense of humor, because after avoiding Holden for the better part of a year, we both end up at Hadley University. To make matters worse, he lives right across the hall from me. He's everything I shouldn't want. Arrogant. Reckless. Crude. And worst of all? He wants to finish what we started a year ago.

Imagine…6'1", all chiseled goodness, accidentally punching you out into unconsciousness because this girl right here couldn't let the pucking douche of my ex hit the fine goalie in the face. That's exactly what happens when you decide to jump into an explosive brawl between two rival teams, thinking they'll stop if the coach's daughter gets involved.

Football has always been Cam Hartson's life. When he's forced to retire following an injury, he slinks back to his small home town, planning to lie low and lick his wounds. Until he meets Mia Devlin. The beautiful single mom of two tearaway boys has no interest in love. She's too busy trying to find a job and keep a roof over her family's heads to worry about relationships. Even if every time Cam looks at her it sends her heart into a spin. She knows she shouldn't like him. He's too ambitious, too confident. But when he offers to be her rebound guy, she finds herself agreeing.