I have rules. Don’t mix business with pleasure. Don’t fall for nice guys who’ll break my heart. And absolutely don’t get involved with my father’s rugby players—especially not my best friend’s younger brother.
But Geordie MacDonald isn’t the sunny little boy who once trailed after me through Cluanie anymore. The man who’s returned from the oil rigs is all quiet confidence and capable hands, with a golden heart that makes my carefully constructed walls crumble.
Our attraction was supposed to burn out quickly. A secret fling to get each other out of our...
She makes the rules. He wants to break them all.
JENNA
I have rules. Don’t mix business with pleasure. Don’t fall for nice guys who’ll break my heart. And absolutely don’t get involved with my father’s rugby players—especially not my best friend’s younger brother.
But Geordie MacDonald isn’t the sunny little boy who once trailed after me through Cluanie anymore. The man who’s returned from the oil rigs is all quiet confidence and capable hands, with a golden heart that makes my carefully constructed walls crumble.
Our attraction was supposed to burn out quickly. A secret fling to get each other out of our systems. Yet as autumn deepens in the Highlands, so does our connection—one that could cost him his place on the team, and me my hard-won independence.
GEORDIE
Eight years away taught me how to survive harsh conditions, but nothing prepared me for the storm that is Jenna Sharpe. My sister’s best friend. My coach’s daughter. The woman I’ve wanted since the first time I laid eyes on her.
She says we’re just having fun—that’s what she insisted that first night. But there’s nothing casual about how I feel when she’s in my arms. Now I’m playing the best rugby of my life by day and sneaking through town to be with her by night.
In a place where whispers travel faster than rugby scores, keeping us hidden might be impossible. But revealing what we are could destroy everything we’ve worked for—and everything we’re beginning to feel.
Some games aren’t played on the field. And some hearts don’t follow the rulebook.
