Series: Quail Hollow
Published: March 11, 2019
Genre: Sweet Adult Contemporary Romance
Page Count: 224
For most women, working for a sexy soccer star would be a dream come true. All except single mom Felicity Shaw. She has no interest in playing personal assistant for a stubborn, injured playboy—no matter how nice his abs are. But with bills piling up and mouths to feed, she can’t say no to the job.
That’s when it gets interesting.
The last thing Scott Gillie wants or needs is a persistent and entirely too distracting PA while he’s recuperating in his small hometown. Unfortunately, it’s not up to him. Then Felicity and her son end up temporarily moving in—all thanks to his meddlesome grandmother. Now temptation is right across the hall and it’s driving Scott crazy.
His only option is to fight fire with fire.
He never expects Felicity to do the same
Excerpt from The Soccer Player and the Single Mom:
“Did he wake you?” Felicity asked.
“Yeah. Said he had a bad dream. No big deal.”
“Sorry about that. He was asleep when I…” She sighed. “It’s been a really long day.”
Felicity’s gaze slid to the bathroom at the end of the hall, and she chewed at her lower lip. He wished she wouldn’t, because it had him considering her lips and how kissable they appeared to be. Her cinnamon and vanilla scent wrapped around his senses, teasing them, luring him in.
Before he knew what he was doing, Scott took a step closer. “Really, it was no big deal.”
She looked to him, pupils darkening in the dim light at the shrinking space between them. He knew he shouldn’t, knew he should keep his distance and keep things purely platonic between them, but all he could think was that he’d go mad if he didn’t get one small taste of her.
Her gaze slipped to his bare chest, and Felicity swallowed loudly. Heat spread through his veins. Still, she held her ground. Scott took another step closer, growing more and more intoxicated by her scent. His attention shifted from the endless depths of those brown eyes to her lips, now slightly parted. Just one kiss, he told himself as her eyes drifted shut.
He brushed his nose alongside hers. She drew in a soft breath.
His lips feathered across hers. Felicity angled her face toward him.
The door behind them creaked on its hinges, and Felicity’s eyes went wide. She withdrew as though bitten by a snake and took a hurried step back as Tyler’s profile came into view.
“What are you guys doing out here?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“Nothing,” she said in a squeak. “I was, um, just thanking Scott for making sure you were okay earlier, sweetheart.”
Nothing? Scott wet his lips, still tingling from where Felicity’s had pressed against them. The kiss might have been brief and sweet, but “nothing” wasn’t how he would describe it.
“Now, go back to bed and wait there for me,” she continued, her voice stronger now. “If you get up again, we’re going to have words.”
“Fine.” Tyler’s shoulders slumped as he walked away, the door left open and forgotten. Probably a good thing, as Scott’s body foolishly wanted another kiss. His mind, however, knew better.
Felicity met his gaze, a delightful flush tinting her cheeks. “Anyway, thank you again for sitting with Tyler. I’m sure it meant the world to him.”
The world to him? Scott shook his head. He wasn’t used to playing the role of protector against dark shadows and creaky floors. At home, it was just him in his apartment, getting ready for the next day, the next practice, the next game.
Which is the way it needs to be, he reminded himself. Just him, getting ready for the next day. Alone.
The last thing he wanted was to mislead Felicity, and another kiss might do precisely that. So rather than pull her out of Tyler’s view and pick up where they’d left off, he started for his room with a nod.
“Like I said, no big deal.”