Exposé Series by Adriana Locke

I’ve always been the person that does whatever someone tells me I can’t. Can’t graduate with a four-point-oh? Check. Can’t win a modeling contract without trying? Did it. Check. Can’t make it in the pro football league? Triple check with an MVP Award on top. When my best friend told me to stay away from his little sister, Layla, it didn’t sound like a challenge. Then again, I’d never seen her before. He obviously wasn’t thinking about who he was talking to if he believed I could ignore her... moreI’ve always been the person that does whatever someone tells me I can’t. Can’t graduate with a four-point-oh? Check. Can’t win a modeling contract without trying? Did it. Check. Can’t make it in the pro football league? Triple check with an MVP Award on top. When my best friend told me to stay away from his little sister, Layla, it didn’t sound like a challenge. Then again, I’d never seen her before. He obviously wasn’t thinking about who he was talking to if he believed I could ignore her. I obviously wasn’t thinking of him at all when I fell in love with her either. Fact of the matter is: I not only fell harder than a quarterback sack on a Sunday night game, but I did us one better. Kind of like that MVP award, only not so shiny. Sort of like my Player of the Year title, except the only thing I’m walking away with is an ex-best friend and a woman that hates my guts. It’s okay. Just tell me I can’t win her back. I’m Branch “Lucky” Best and today’s my lucky day. Lucky Number Eleven is a STANDALONE NOVEL. less

Previously published as Lucky Number Eleven. The headlines don’t lie—two pro football players went head-to-head … over me. My brother warned me. Don’t touch Branch Best. They might be teammates and best friends, but Branch is a heartbreaker. The smirk. The swagger. His playboy reputation is well earned. So obviously, I was drawn to the red flag like a wide receiver to an end zone. One fun, carefree night. Game over... morePreviously published as Lucky Number Eleven. The headlines don’t lie—two pro football players went head-to-head … over me. My brother warned me. Don’t touch Branch Best. They might be teammates and best friends, but Branch is a heartbreaker. The smirk. The swagger. His playboy reputation is well earned. So obviously, I was drawn to the red flag like a wide receiver to an end zone. One fun, carefree night. Game over. That is, until two faint pink lines turned the secret into the biggest scandal of the sports season. Now fists are flying on the field, my brother won’t talk to me, and I want to bury myself under the covers with an entire coffee cake and forget the world. This was never supposed to be serious, but the game has changed. And now I must ask—are we just a fumble … or the end game? less