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I’ve written a series of novels based around the Calverdale Ladies. If you want more hot men and female jocks then Book 2 in the London Soccer Girls series is coming in a month! Book 2 and 3 are available for pre-order now. A sneak peak of Book 2 follows. I can’t wait for you to get to know Miri's brother, Reece.
Expect forbidden romance, sexual tension and all the spice.
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Scoring the Doctor (London Soccer Girls: Book 2)
Dr Forster is off-limits.
But when the captain shoots, she always scores.
Skylar
When my boyfriend dumps me, I don’t tell a soul. My team comes first. As captain, I’m always in control… even if I don’t feel it.
Psychologist Dr Forster is here to help everyone with pre-match jitters, not counsel me, but he’s the only one I can confide in. Bookish and strait-laced is not my usual type. So why can’t I stop fantasizing about the hot doc?
Distraction could cost my team the victory we’ve fought so long for. The problem is, the good doctor may be the man I’ve waited for my whole life.
Reece
I’ve longed for Skylar Marshall since we were in school together. When she was prom queen, and I ate lunches with the librarian.
I’m a good psychologist. Calm. Composed. Ethical. The boundaries are to protect both of us. When Skylar tells me something’s wrong with her – that no man has ever gotten her to the finish line – I’m desperate to show her how perfect she is.
One slip with my old crush, and I’ll lose everything: my career, my reputation, my self-respect. But how can anything that feels this good be wrong?
Scoring the Doctor (chapter 1)
Skylar
Sean’shardbodycoveredmine. A faint odor of mud and cut grass hit my nose. The scent of the pitch always clung to him. Once, I’d loved that smell. Not so much anymore. His hot breath fanned my ear and his hips snapped hard and fast. My limbs ached from practice, but I tried to muster some enthusiasm to match his rapid thrusts.
My mind wandered to the day’s events, no matter how I tried to rein it in. The team manager, Claire, had made us do extra laps after discovering a couple of the younger players were hungover. Claire wasn’t happy until she’d had some of the girls throwing up on the sidelines. I’d called her out afterward, but she’d doubled down. If we were serious about promotion to the Women’s Super League, then this was the time to knuckle down and work.
As the captain, I wanted to keep the girls happy, but Claire was right—this year was too important to fuck things up. We had to be tough on them. Calverdale Ladies finally had everything we needed to succeed: a great team and a billionaire director who wouldn’t stop until we got promoted to the Women’s Super League. We were two points ahead of our closest rivals in the league table. Three wins would do it.
This was our year.
Sean planted his elbows, panting and grunting as he increased his pace. The ceiling needed to be painted. Dust lined the top of the lampshade. We could do with another one. In fact, the whole bedroom needed redecorating. We’d moved in together five years ago and we still hadn’t got round to putting up new wallpaper. I flicked my gaze to the eggshell curtains. It was time for a change. A new color scheme entirely. Maybe lilac. I was definitely having a lilac moment after I’d found those perfect lilac football boots to match my hair.
Sean groaned and buried his face into the pillow next to my head. The bedframe rattled against the wall. Maybe we should get a new bed, too. One with a more stable headboard.
Sean’s voice was ragged in my ear. “You like that, don’t you? You’re filthy, aren’t you? A dirty girl.”
I patted his clammy back. Sean’s idea of sexy talk always left me cold. Any minute now he’d go for his big finish. No point dragging it out. It never happened for me, anyway. I turned my face to the side and made a few gasping noises. These days, I hardly needed to put in a performance. Sean either didn’t notice or he didn’t care. He grunted and quivered like a warthog in the grips of a seizure and then stilled, collapsing on top of me.
A hollow ball burned in my chest. We’d been together since school. Seven years of faking orgasms. I waited until his breathing slowed before I spoke. “I was thinking we should redecorate in here.”
He pulled out and got up without looking at me. “Whatever you want, babe.”
“Maybe lilac curtains.”
