Trick Shot (Miami Blazers #1)

My best friend has no idea… I just went top shelf into his little sister’s DMs.

Music’s up, morals are down, and the Miami Blazers’ annual costume bash is in full burn.

But the puck bunnies, the hook-ups, the post-game highs—none of it hits like it used to.

Until I spot her.

Black velvet mask. Sinful mouth. Not trying, just haunting.

I shoot my best shot, and she shuts me down.

This girl’s not going home with the cocky guy in a Ghostface mask.

But I scored her number—along with her rules.

No names. No faces. No meet-ups.

Just dirty sexting and late-night confessions that go from “just fun”...

My best friend has no idea… I just went top shelf into his little sister’s DMs.

Music’s up, morals are down, and the Miami Blazers’ annual costume bash is in full burn.

But the puck bunnies, the hook-ups, the post-game highs—none of it hits like it used to.

Until I spot her.

Black velvet mask. Sinful mouth. Not trying, just haunting.

I shoot my best shot, and she shuts me down.

This girl’s not going home with the cocky guy in a Ghostface mask.

But I scored her number—along with her rules.

No names. No faces. No meet-ups.

Just dirty sexting and late-night confessions that go from “just fun” to something deeper.

Because she gets me. Not the player, but the man I never let anyone else see.

And I fall hard for a woman who doesn’t want real.

Then fate puts her back in play—at her brother’s team party.

And the same girl who’s been living in my head for months… is my best friend’s little sister.

She doesn’t know who I am.

But I know her… her hopes, her secrets, and how to make her moan for me on the other end of the line.

And now that the masks are off, I’m done playing games.

She’s mine.

I just need her to fall for the guy behind the messages… before her brother wipes the ice with my face.

It’s a risky Trick Shot—I have to take.