Quarterback Daddy: Football’s Bad Boys, #2

By Ava Walsh

When I win, and I always win, I get an animalistic rush that can only be satiated by a woman's body. And there she is, waiting to interview me.

 

Erica

 

I wasn't attending the NFL game to see Kyle Murphy, like everyone else. I was there because I had a job to do. I had an interview to take, and I was willing to do anything to get it.

 

Chiseled body, six-pack abs, permanent obnoxious smile. He decided to undress in front of me, in the locker room. And then he invited me to watch him take a shower.

 

And I was floored. All self-control was out of the window. He was going to have me, and I was willing to abandon all professional ethics for the sake of the interview I wanted.

 

But then everyone found out. And I was left with a secret that not even he can find out.

 

Kyle

 

I get an adrenaline rush after I win a game. An instant, animalistic instinct that can only be satiated by a woman's body.

 

So I was lucky that Erica Lee, a fresh-faced young reporter was waiting for me after the game.

 

But unlike all my other fans, she was a tough nut to crack.

 

When I succeeded, it was like nothing else. I had to have her again. I wanted more.

 

So when my manager said I needed a pretend girlfriend to clear my name, I knew exactly whom I wanted...

 

This is a standalone book in a series of football star secret baby romance stories. The books each have a guaranteed HEA and contain plenty of hot football players, steamy love-scenes and mature language. Definitely intended for 18+ readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Heartbeat Reads
• Release date: Apr 14, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201848156

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Quarterback Daddy

A Bad Boy Romance

By: Ava Walsh

Table of Contents

Chapter One - Erica

Chapter Two - Kyle

Chapter Three - Erica

Chapter Four - Kyle

Chapter Five - Erica

Chapter Six - Kyle

Chapter Seven - Erica

Chapter Eight - Kyle

Chapter Nine - Erica

Chapter Ten - Kyle

Chapter Eleven - Erica

Chapter Twelve - Kyle

Chapter Thirteen - Erica

Chapter Fourteen - Kyle

Chapter Fifteen - Erica

Chapter Sixteen - Kyle

Chapter Seventeen - Erica

Chapter Eighteen - Kyle

Chapter Nineteen - Erica

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Chapter One - Erica

Ihave been chasing news stories for the past year. Nobody thought I could do it – a girl trying to make it big as a sports journalist? But I was determined to prove them all wrong, especially my dad, who always wanted a son but got me instead.

So when I was called into my editor’s office the other day, you can imagine how on edge I was. The worst thing that could happen was my being demoted to write fluff human interest stories without a byline. The best thing that could happen was that I got to cover the next NFL game.

What ended up happening was that my editor gave me an assignment that was so good that I hadn’t even dreamt of it. Kyle Murphy. I was supposed to interview Kyle Murphy.

Before anything else, I should let you in on who Kyle Murphy is. As you can predict, he is an NFL superstar. Why else would I even be interested? He was being touted as the next big thing. He might have been only twenty-four years old, but he wasn’t green to the game. He had been picked up, touted at the tender age of eighteen and he had been making a splash ever since. Teams had fought over him, and he obviously took up the most pricy offer. Because that is who Kyle Murphy was.

I hadn’t ever met him in person, but I had formed a pretty accurate impression of him. I had interviewed and hung around enough footballers to know exactly how much the fame got to their heads. But with Kyle Murphy, it was a completely different level.

The guy looked like a Greek God, for starters. His body was pure muscle. It was hard to miss the layers of chiseled and well-sculpted sinew under his jersey while he played. His face was sharp, his jaw square, his eyes a piercing emerald green, and his lips flawlessly pink and juicy. His hair was dark, and he kept it short in a buzz cut so that it never interfered with his game.

So, Kyle Murphy’s stardom wasn’t all just about his prowess on the field. It was also about how irresistibly gorgeous he looked. This contributed to all the media attention he got. He was never seen without a beautiful model or film star hanging from his arm and he always left them heartbroken. Kyle Murphy was known as a serial non-committer and I could never understand why these women kept trying. It was like they couldn’t help themselves.

Men wanted to be like him and women wanted to tame him. That was the legend of Kyle Murphy. I had always watched from the sidelines, interested in his success story. Never before did I have the opportunity to actually meet him in person, interview him. He was larger than life – too high profile for me to actually meet. But, finally, here I was. For some reason my editor had thought I was ready to report on him and I was sure not going to mess it up.

So, during the game I stood in the middle of the hallway near the locker room. I could watch on the large screen TV that had been fixed at the entrance, so I wasn’t really missing out on the action. My plan was to intercept him on his way back to the locker room after the game. Kyle Murphy was notorious for not keeping his word with reporters for interviews. He could very well change his mind. Then what was I supposed to do? Become a failure? I was determined to get this interview. It was my job and I was going to do it well.

But the whole time I stood watching the game, my brain was split in half. I could see him on the screen, taking his team to victory. He moved swiftly on the field, the cameras always remained focused on him. Even with his helmet on, even when he was being tackled, Kyle Murphy had an obnoxious smile on his face. The cameras captured the sparkle in his eye, the way his body cut through the wind as he ran.

I was watching him. That is to say, I was watching the team win. I couldn’t help but think about my dad and the look of sheer surprise