Player's Catch: A BWWM Interracial Sports Romance

By Kay Michelle

I might only be 19, but I have a ton of ambition. I'm going to college to follow in my family's footsteps of success, except I'm going to be a scientist. My days are spent in class and my nights are spent studying rigorously to make sure I can pass my tests, but that's hard to do with a roommate like Bethany and her boyfriend, Brody. 

Bethany is the kind of girl I avoided in high school; overly peppy, a cheerleader who only cares about sororities, boyfriends and partying. Brody is the same. He's our school's football star, and everyone loves him. I've seen girls literally swoon over the guy. 

Okay, to tell the truth, I'm not really all that surprised. I've seen Brody without a shirt, and he's built like a god. For a while, I think he's as dumb as a rock, until one night we get close, and we keep getting closer. 

What's happening to me? Am I falling for a football star? 

Note: This 15,000 word book contains spicy love scenes and colorful language. A sweet & sexy stand alone, with no cliffhangers, and a happily ever after! 18+ readers 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Card Press
• Release date: Feb 7, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386816973

Book preview

One

Amina

I feel like throwing my pillow across the room and crying. That’s how little sleep I’ve had. Gritting, my teeth, I roll over and push myself up. However, I can’t bring myself to move just yet. My head is still foggy, the shaky remnants of a distant dream still echoing through my brain.

What time is it? I search for my phone, eyes still half closed, in the mess of sheets and blankets that I was tangled up in just moments before. When I pull it out, I peer closer, very aware that without my glasses, all I can see is the glow and blurred numbers.

I sighed. It’s been a crappy week. Thinking back to how excited I was to start college, I can now say that I was a naïve fool. I wish I could go back to high school, where I had my own room and could study.

Glancing over at the bed across the room, I shake my head. Bethany is the roommate from hell. In high school, she was the perky, cheerleader who won awards and threw crazy parties. College is no different it seems. Except she’s a traded cheerleader for sorority and never seems to shut up about it.

Seriously, how much can you talk about a dang social club? I genuinely want to know as I fish my glasses out of my nightstand drawer and put them on. Eight o’clock. Great, I’m late for my daily routine.

I am not a Bethany; that should be glaringly apparent. I’m an Amina. Amina gets up early, shower, study, then go to class. After class, there’s more studying. After studying, there’s more class. You get the picture. I give a crap about my grades.

I’ve always been like that, since kindergarten. I’m the girl who got the best grades, the most awards, the most pressure from her parents. Every time I smiled for an awards picture, every other kid in my school hated me, but hey, at least they knew who I was.

I’ve only been in college for a week, and nobody knows who I am. The teacher called on me from the sign-up list yesterday and even though I’ve already introduced myself, she didn’t even know who I was. I’m starting to feel like this is a big mistake.

The sun is barely filtering through the thick curtains on the windows. At least I can thank Bethany for that. She likes to sleep in late, so she replaced all of the curtains with thicker, more efficient ones. It was without asking me, of course, but I can honestly say that this is one of her less annoying takeovers.

I slip my glasses onto my face. The blurry edges of the world disappear into clarity. In the back of my mind, I know I need to get ready, but I’m not quite ready. A big part of me wants to crawl back into bed, hide under the covers and go back to sleep.

Don’t you dare, I mumble to myself as I stretch on the edge of my bed. It’s time to go.

My feet touch the floor, and it’s like the starting pistol at a race goes off. Suddenly, everything I need to do for the day is rushing through my brain at a million miles per hour. Over and over it runs in a loop until I can almost feel my anxiety peak.

I push myself up finally, knowing that I can no longer ignore the waiting day. Picking up my things, I head for the door before looking up. Standing in front of me, stretching and yawning, isn't Bethany, but her boyfriend, Brody.

And he’s naked.

Very, very naked.

Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I stumble over my words and bump into the edge of Bethany’s bed as I try to back up.

Hey, Brody says sleepily, rubbing his eyes and smiling. You’re Amina, right? Sorry if I scared you, it got really hot in here last night.

I somehow manage to pull my eyes away from him and look down at the floor. Where is Bethany?

Oh, I think she went down to her friend's room or something. Hey, where can you get coffee around here? I’m exhausted.

I-I don’t know. Down the hall or something. I gotta go, bye!

I rushed out of the bedroom and shut the door quickly. Leaning against the cool wood, I try to catch my breath. What was wrong with that man? How could he stand there naked trying to talk to me as if it was perfectly normal? I can’t scrub the image out

Reviews for Player's Catch

[Karen Prince · Rating: 1 out of 5 stars]

Awful; this girl was a complete doormat for this guy... he was childish, immature, cowardly and just unlikeable... I get that they were young, but no woman should allow a man to treat her like that and no woman has any business writing about a woman allowing a man to treat her like how Brody treated Amina...

[Kimberley Igotswagger Williams · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This story ATE so bad omg. Like, read it, seriously.