Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

hree weeks ago I didn’t know I wanted more than that life. I took my talent for granted. I took my teammates for granted. Hell, I took my country for granted.

All of that changed when I met a fiery American girl with a head for business and a body for the bedroom.

What started off as a slow seduction and a fake relationship turned into the biggest reality check of my life. I needed her. I wanted her.

My mates hoisted me in the air and I landed on a set of shoulders. By the time we made a round circling the pitch, the British fans had filtered to the bottom of the stadium. The Brazilian fans were angry and had thrown leftover drinks and trash on the ground.

I looked everywhere for her. I hopped to the ground, searching the crowd. I smiled at one of the reporters, but ran past her looking for Aspen.

And then she emerged from a throng of people. Her blond hair shone in the sun. Her eyes sparkled. She flung her arms around me as I lifted her. My lips found hers as I kissed her.

“You did it.” She laughed. “You saved the game.”

“I guess I did.” I kissed her again.

The pitch was total chaos. No one thought we’d win. We’d done something no other team before us had been able to accomplish. It hadn’t sunk in yet—I didn’t know when it would that we were now a part of football history.

The ushers tried to corral us to the sidelines so they could set up the stage for the medal presentation, but I didn’t want to move. I wanted another second to soak it in. I wanted to remember this moment. The moment when the walking train wreck had finally redeemed himself when his country needed him the most. When against all the odds I had succeeded. When no one believed in me, but the woman in my arms.

“You realize this changes everything,” she said.

I looked into her eyes. “No, love. It doesn’t.”

I wanted her to know it had changed long before this moment. It had changed the first night we met. I was a better man because of her.

Taylor came up behind me and tugged on my arm. “You’re wanted on the stage with the rest of us, mate. You can celebrate later.” He gave me a knowing look.

I turned to Aspen. “I’ve got to go.”

“Of course.” She reached up on her toes and brushed her lips over mine. “Go get the gold, baby.”

I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward me. “Always.”

Naughty Notes

I am having so much fun writing the Alpha Athletes series for the Olympics. I get to make the games hot and sexy (completely zika free) and just run with these short story ideas I have. But I feel like I need to spill on a tiny confession, y’all. Lachlan is inspired by a hot British soccer player I met years ago. He played for a professional team (I’ll keep those deets to myself), but he was incredibly sexy (a lot of it was the accent), but I swear he was the best-smelling man on the planet. I have never forgotten him. And so, even though I don’t think he ever was or is the bad boy Lach is in this story, I do think he was one sexy soccer star who needed a book.

I’m working on the final book in this group called, Penetrate. Can’t wait to get it in your hands.

Thank you for all the love, support and reading!

Y’all are the absolute best!

XOXO,

Violet

Book Three

1

Pierce

I looked over my shoulder at the brunette peacefully breathing on the pillow. There was a tattoo of a butterfly on her shoulder blade I hadn’t noticed last night. It had bright blue wings and something written in Portuguese along the side. I rubbed the top of my head. Shit. What was her name? What was her sport?

I couldn’t remember if she said she played soccer or field hockey. Whatever it was, she was hot as shit. Her long tanned legs reached the end of my bed.

She stirred slightly and I hopped up to get dressed. I didn’t have much time before Scott would bang on the door. He was never late for anything.