About Red Card
She spent five years planning a future that will never
exist. He spent five years trying to erase a past he can’t forget.
London is Leah Watson’s fresh start. When she secures the
perfect internship during her study abroad semester, with an infamous celebrity
public relations firm, she is determined to forge her own path - one that is
nothing like her life back in Oklahoma. That plan is tested when British
football’s bad boy, Killian Ramsey, decides that she's the one he wants and
he's playing for keeps.
Will she put her future on hold - again - for the type of
man she swore she'd stay away from?
Killian is one bloody good football player. After a tragedy
shattered his entire world, the cocky and arrogant face he puts on for the
media is a complete lie. When he meets Leah, his heart starts to beat for the
first time in years. But when the feelings get too real, his perfectly
constructed facade starts to slip.
Will he risk it all to be with her - taking whatever
penalties are thrown his way - or will he play it safe?
PURCHASE
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EXCERPT
Trying to dash off to find the British Prince of Moodiness proves difficult in the six-inch stilettos the stylist had strapped onto my feet. I didn't wear clothing like this. I was the Oklahoma girlnextdoor, cute and pretty in my sundresses and boots. I didn't do skintight, short or heeled. I could hear the snickers of the PR handlers around me as I stumbled like a baby calf off of the carpet in search of my responsibility.Turning down the block and moving away from the mayhem, I spotted a tall figure in the shadows. I'd read enough about Jack the Ripper before coming over here to be spooked, but then I saw the shine of a metal flask being raised to the lips, and I could only take one guess as to who that was.
I marched up, as best as I could in the shoes. "You need to come back and walk the red carpet."
Killian's skyblue eyes twinkled with sly amusement and barely restrained anger. "Oh, and you're going to make me, huh America's Sweetheart?"
The smell of what I'm sure was overly expensive whiskey blew across my face as he exhaled. He pretended to give an air of nonchalance, but I could read his body language better than he thought I could. He was so coiled and tense, he gave a cobra ready to strike a run for its money. Rage and sorrow poured off of him in waves, blanketing the dark side street in misery so abundant that I could feel it down to my bones. And something else. I don't know why it struck me, perhaps because the emotion was running through my veins as well. But this man...he was lonely.
"You're cheeky, I like that." He raised the flask in a salute to me and tilted his head back as the amber liquid disappeared into that appealing mouth. Damn it. This bad boy with a bad attitude was not going to ruin my career or my time here. I was done letting people decide the future for me, sweeping me along in the current just because I let them.