First Flight, Final Fall

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I got none of the credit for instigating their short-lived romance and all of the blame when Trey ended their infatuation by trying to hook up with me instead. If only any of us had any talents with a hammer or a screwdriver, as there’s an endless list of tasks our landlord never seems to get around to. Her single-minded focus has cost her a lot, but it's also earned her recognition as the top female college player in the US. My badass soccer skills and series of flings with Lancaster’s hottest male specimens have cemented a form of hero worship among my soccer teammates even running together until we puke hasn’t tarnished.

Being the top female recruit in the country gained me a celebrity following among the niche few who keep up with women’s soccer before I even stepped foot on campus. Given the fundamental difference in those two ideologies, it’s probably not a massive surprise their marriage crashed spectacularly, but my five-year-old self was not expecting to leave for my first soccer game with two parents and come home to one. In this novel, readers entertains the enjoyable story that is filled with mysteries, surprises, wonders, shocks, betrayal, revelations, loss, death and forgiveness.I find that it can be iffy for me when I feel not enough time is spent with them as an official couple! Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. This is an excellent ebook and suitable for all ages of people, especially those who love romance, thriller and mystery novels. It’s a cotton frock more appropriate for a country club in summer than a frat party in Connecticut’s version of spring, which feels no different from winter.

Every square inch of the floor is covered by feet or littered with empty cups that skitter across the hardwood as people mill about. Given the fact that I’m the only player on Lancaster University’s women’s soccer team who has never had a family member attend a game, I’m sure my teammates have all surmised my upbringing was not the idyllic white-picket-fence-golden-retriever fantasy many of them took for granted. Beck’s POV was one of the small things I thought was missing from this book that could have made it even better. He’s a rich playboy who has fucked half of Europe (mentioned multiple times), and is apparently the greatest soccer player ever.Their love of soccer and competitive drive gave them a common ground to develop not only a love for each other but a friendship as well. It’s her default setting,” my best friend and co-captain Emma Watkins contributes as she mixes whatever disgusting cocktail she’s come up with tonight. Not that there’s anything wrong with women keeping their virginities in tact, but in this day and age it’s just not realistic.

There is a good deal of spice / sex / steam and the starting chapters may make some readers a little uncomfortable but perseverance pays off ….She doesn’t get attached, she never gets distracted, and she could care less what anyone thinks of her. My interest in sharing what prompted my quick trip from euphoric morning to vexed afternoon is nonexistent. Maybe I should have hated the sport after that; resented it for the loss that took place during the hour I kicked the black and white ball into the goal for the first time, clueless to the fact that my mother was speeding out of the town limits at that very same moment.

I down one more shot and slide off the kitchen counter, adjusting my light blue dress so it covers some of my thighs.She’s a born and bred overachiever, chronic over thinker, and full time seeker of academic validation. Our worlds never should have collided, but when my long-lost father reappears my life is flipped upside down. If my teachers had gotten ahold of my father, they probably would have passed on their concerns that my obsession with soccer was unhealthy. But Saylor perfected the art of appearing unbothered a long time ago, and her scoring percentage is even higher off the pitch. This sounds really good but it’s a bummer to hear that you don’t really get to see them spend more time as a couple.