The way We Collide

Football is my life. I’m not interested in marriage or babies or poopy diapers. Yet here I am, standing in front of a judge saying “I do,” with a six-month-old on my hip and an aspiring storm-chaser on my arm.

From the time I was a little boy, sleeping with my head on a football, I’ve had one goal: carrying on the Bradford-family legacy.

Our famous father trained all my older brothers and me to be star athletes just like him, but seven years later, I’m the only one still focused on the game.

Until Raven Gale storms into my life.

She’s smart, sassy, curves for days, and lightning in the sack. When I met her at my little sister’s wedding we bonded immediately over our dedication to our dreams, our determination to let nothing stop us, and our insatiable, all-night, barrier-busting chemistry.

A baby girl is a surprise neither of us expected, but Raven has a plan. We’ll have a quickie marriage to secure her trust fund, be together three months tops, then shake hands and walk away.

The only problem is with every late night I spend chatting with my wife or consummating our marriage (which we both agreed was a bad idea) or rocking my baby girl to sleep or yes, even changing poopy diapers, the stronger our bond grows.

It never rains in California, there’s no football (for me) in south Alabama, but when you collide with a cyclone, everything changes, including what you thought were your plans.

(THE WAY WE COLLIDE is a small-town, surprise baby, sports romance with a marriage of convenience, close proximity, an over-protective alpha daddy, a feisty plus-sized FMC, and a few twisters. No cheating. No cliffhanger. No third-act breakup.)

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His bicep flexes, and he reaches up to slide his thumb across the top of my cheek. “I want to sleep with my wife. Will you let me?” 

Reaching up, I put my hand in his. It’s small and cool in his firm grip. I can barely breathe as our eyes meet. We’ve done this before, but this moment feels different, sacred somehow.

“Yes,” I answer softly. 

I put my hand on his shoulder as he leans down to cover my mouth with his. His strong arm circles my waist, and he pulls me flush against his hard body. His lips open mine, and I exhale a moan. 

His tongue invades, caressing mine, and my knees turn to liquid. Reaching down, he lifts me into his arms, and I cup his face in my hand, leaning closer to kiss his neck and inhale his warm scent of wooded vanilla. 

Placing me on my feet, he holds my cheeks in his hands and leans down to kiss me again, pulling my lips with his as our movements grow hungry. “F–k, I’ve wanted to do this so long.” He groans, moving his face into my hair, to my ear, and shivers race down my arms and legs. “I’ve dreamed of this body every night. I don’t want anyone else.”