Fair Catch Sports Romance
NFL star Greg Sinclair has always been head over heels for his wife.
Too bad she doesn’t remember him or the danger she’s in.
Good thing he would die for her.
When Olivia Sinclair wakes up in a hospital bed, she doesn’t remember anything. Not even who she is. When a good-looking man insists he’s her husband, she has no choice but to believe him. But when her mother tells her she’s in danger and warns her to be careful who she trusts, she has to deny her attraction to the man taking care of her.
NFL Wide Receiver Greg Sinclair has always been head over heels for his wife, so when she gets in an accident and has no idea who he is, he can’t help but be hurt. But when Olivia’s life is threatened, Greg has to put aside his feelings and do everything within his power to protect her.
- Contemporary Romance
- Romantic Suspense
- NFL Player
- He Protects Her
- Unknown Danger
READ A SAMPLE
READ A SAMPLE
The moment she woke she knew something was seriously wrong. Glancing around the room where she lay, she recognized that she was in a hospital. But why? What had happened? Her mind was fuzzy, her world uncertain, and when she wasn’t even sure who she was, panic set in.
A tall, attractive man who she guessed was in his late twenties approached her bed, his eyes shiny with relief. The look on his face gave her a sense of calm. But only for a moment. Who was this stranger reaching for her?
As he drew near, she recoiled.
He stopped, his eyebrows tugging together. “Olivia?”
Was that her name? It felt familiar, but she couldn’t be sure.
The sincere look of concern in his eyes made her want to agree, to nod, to pretend that she knew he was talking about her. Still, she couldn’t quite get there. Not when everything felt so uncertain, so… unknown.
When she didn’t reply, he stayed near the foot of the bed. “How are you feeling?”
Blankets over her lower body kept her from seeing what damage she had to her legs, but her right ankle ached, and her head pounded in time with her heartbeat. She reached up and felt a small bandage on her head. A head injury. That was bad, right?
What had happened? She was in the hospital, so obviously she was hurt or sick. Had she been in some kind of accident? Had she been attacked? Not knowing scared her more than the fact that she was laid up in a hospital bed.
Not wanting to think about how much she didn’t know, she focused on her pounding head, but that only made her grimace.
“Do you want morphine?” the man asked, his forehead creased.
Morphine? Would that knock her out or just take the edge off? She wanted the pain to vanish, but she also wanted her wits about her. Especially with this stranger hovering around her. Maybe she should ask him to leave. But what if he had answers?
“I…” she began, but her voice was scratchy. Swiveling her head to find some water, when it was just out of reach, she closed her eyes in frustration.
The man was by her side in two long strides. “Here.” He held the straw to her lips. “Just sips.”
She complied without argument, and when she’d had enough she leaned away from the straw. The man stepped back, taking the glass away. Lifting her gaze to his face, when his grey eyes met hers with an unflinching stare, a stare that said I know you well, she felt unsettled. How could he know her when she had no clue who he was?
Wanting to focus anywhere but his eyes—eyes that seemed to see into her very soul—she turned her attention to the rest of him.
He was tall—over six feet. And he was built. Powerful biceps were visible in his short-sleeved t-shirt, and the way the fabric lay against his stomach hinted at six-pack abs. His dark hair was cut short and his strong jaw was covered by a perfectly trimmed beard. But those eyes... Something about them drew her in.
He was attractive, no doubt about that. But that didn’t help. She still had no idea who he was.
He took a step back, his brows knitting together. “I’m Greg.” A muscle worked in his jaw. “Your husband.”
Husband? She was married? To him? Why didn’t she recognize him?
This all felt wrong.
Narrowing her eyes, she studied him, looking for any sign of deceit.
Was he telling the truth? But why would he lie?
When she didn’t reply he sent her a long pained look before turning toward the window.
HOW WILL I GET MY EBOOK?
HOW WILL I GET MY EBOOK?
- Purchase the ebook.
- Instantly receive the download link via email.
- Send to preferred E-Reader and enjoy!
To purchase from Amazon or another retailer, click HERE.