I’ve always been told I’m a team player…now my foster brothers want to put me to the test.
When I inherit a home from my long estranged father, it’s a dream come true. Pregnant and alone at nineteen, it’s just the break I need. Except, when I get the keys, I find out the house comes with a whole lot more than I bargained for…eleven huge football playing foster brothers who are about to become my housemates.
They’re the team my father devoted his life to training. If they can just stay fit they’ll be going pro before they know it. Gorgeous and ripped, they fill the house with their massive bodies and booming laughs.
I think they must be players, both on and off the field, and I hate them for stealing my father’s love. But first impressions can sometimes be very wrong.
They treat me like I’m a queen and look at me with eyes that tell me they want to fill me with their own version of team spirit.
I can’t imagine why one sane man would want a knocked up cheerleader with so much baggage, let alone eleven. But the longer we spend together, the more I fall for my foster brother dream team.
They want to stay together to make a home filled with love for me and my child.
Eleven men want to be my second chance.
Except people like me don’t deserve second chances and if they can’t see that, I’m going to have to make them.
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.