The Quarterback’s Secret Baby: Football’s Bad Boys, #4

By Ava Walsh

This is my secret... Mine alone...

 

Lindsay Williams still remembers her one passionate night with her best friend's brother. She'd been in love with him for as long as she could remember...

 

But she was left with a big surprise after Ethan Taylor left town: She was pregnant with his baby.

 

For years, Lindsay kept the identity of her child's father a secret. She put her plans on hold to raise her baby, allowing Ethan the freedom to live his dream. When Lindsay learns that her best friend is coming to town to get married, she's thrown into panic. How will she keep her daughter a secret? And how can she admit to her best friend that she slept with her older brother?

 

Ethan never forgot the day Lindsay gave him her most precious gift. Years later and miles away, she still haunts his dreams. Lindsay is the only woman he has ever had profound feelings for. The only appeal of going home for his sister's wedding is seeing Lindsay again. She may not want anything to do with a notorious playboy, but he's willing to try his luck.

 

When they meet, the passion between them is more intense than ever. Ethan realizes that he has fallen for Lindsay.

 

But, will he be able to forgive her when he discovers her secret?

 

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: 9798201959265

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The Quarterback's Secret Baby

By: Ava Walsh

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

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Chapter One

Lindsay

The noisy, humid atmosphere makes me miserable. I have worked in the same place since I was fifteen and I still can’t get used to the place. Maybe it’s because I want to get away from here so badly but can’t seem to escape. I might very well be in the same town working the same crappy job until I’m old and gray. The thought makes me even more miserable. Letting out a low groan, I head to table two with a tray.

Hey, Lindsay, where the hell is my burger? a raspy voice calls out.

I pause, take a deep breath to control my temper and turn with a friendly smile. Relax, Patrick, you just ordered five minutes ago. Give the cook a little time, huh?

Patrick, a local and long-time customer of the only diner in town, lets out a huff and sits back. He mutters something under his breath and goes back to tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. Everyone is used to the old man’s behavior, but that doesn’t stop him from getting on my last nerve.

Here you go, folks, I say, placing the tray on table two and unloading it. Enjoy your meal.

Thanks, honey, Mrs. Jacobs, another frequent customer, says. Her husband nods at me and gives me a smile.

As I walk off, I step to the side just as a hand reaches out, brushing against my leg. Yup, saw that coming, I whisper. Keep your hands to yourself, Martin, I say, glaring at the middle-aged, balding man leering at me. He tries to grab my bottom every time I pass his table. The thing is it’s an everyday occurrence. I sigh and push the swinging double doors to the kitchen open. I need another job.

Martin tried to grab your ass again?

I glance at the woman flipping beef on the massive grill. Marion is the fifty-year-old cook who has manned the grill ever since I can remember. I grew up seeing her at Eddie’s Corner; she’s like a permanent fixture here.

Yeah.

Marion throws me a sympathetic look. Well, you can’t blame the old fool too much. Look at you! You’re a stunner. You know, I was the town beauty back in my day. She trails off, looking into space, reliving her glory days.

I smile. I’m sure you were, Marion. Thanks for the compliment. Martin’s behavior isn’t the only reason I need a need a new job, though. It goes beyond being harassed by customers. Working in the diner is a reminder of how stagnant my life is. I’ve been here year after year, dealing with the same people, people who look at me with pity. I’m a twenty-one year old who was once full of promise. Now I’m stuck in the small town of Lakeville, working two minimum-wage jobs to make a living. I would say that my life sucks. Well, not completely. There’s a pair of green eyes waiting for me at home, eyes that look at me with unconditional love. My three-year-old daughter is my saving grace. I’m reminded why I work so hard. I want to make life for her as good as I can.

It doesn’t seem like I’m doing such a great job right now, though. We live in a cramped, one-bedroom apartment, and I can’t always buy her the things she wants. Sadness begins to creep up on me, but an irritated voice jerks me from my thoughts.

Williams! What’s the matter with you? Get your head in the game. We have a full house.

Er, s-sorry Mr. Edmond, I stutter, to the owner of the diner.

Yeah, yeah. Get back to work and stop day dreaming, kid.

No need to get your panties in a twist, Eddie, Marion rasps, her voice thick from years of smoking. Mr. Edmond sends her a glare, but doesn’t say another word to me. I give Marion an appreciative smile, and she winks.

You finished with Patrick’s order? He’s out there having a cow, the impatient fool.

Marion snorts. I’m finished. If he gives you any grief when you get back out there, you tell him I know where he lives. She waves her spatula around threateningly, making me laugh.

Yes, ma’am. I go through the door, back into the hum of chatter. It’s been a long day, and