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The Final Play isn’t always the end. Sometimes, it’s the beginning of something far more beautiful.
As a professional linebacker, I lived and breathed football.
The only thing I loved as much as the game was my twin brother, Max, who kept me almost as busy cleaning up his messes.
The most recent of which landed him behind bars.
So, it shouldn’t have surprised me when a beautiful woman showed up on my doorstep, claiming to be pregnant with Max’s baby.
Glory was unexpected, infuriating, and flat-out crazy most of the time.
But no matter how hard I tried to deny it, that tiny spitfire slammed into my boring life with the strength of a Category 5 hurricane, blowing through my defenses until she’d carved her name in my heart—permanently.
I feared we would never work. She was a single mom, my brother’s ex, and one more chance for me to fail yet another person I loved.
But if football was my church, then Glory was my heaven.

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Mason is a 37-year-old pro football player who’s just a cuddly teddy bear. In the prologue, I was not ready to be smacked in the feels that early in the book with what happened to Mason and his twin Max. The only way to tell them apart is by a dimple and eyebrow scar. Mason completely stole my heart in this book.
Glory is sassy, smart, independent, and currently trying to track down Max because she needs to tell him that he’s going to be a father after a weekend together, unable to find him she looks for his twin and then pops up at Mason’s front door months later.

Mason offers her to stay for the rest of her pregnancy, what could go wrong?

These two have wonderful banter, amazing chemistry, and all the feels, tears, and tissues you need.

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