The Striker (Gods of the Game, #1)

by Ana Huang

I wasn’t going to like her. At all.

Entry1 in the list of words you're gonna eat Donnavan

I should know—I used to date one.

and his questionable reputation.

“However, I have to commend you on achieving something that I thought was impossible.” “What’s that?” “Making me like someone with the last name DuBois.” I rolled my eyes even as I fought an exasperated laugh. “You are an incorrigible flirt.” “Flirt? Yes. Incorrigible? That’s a matter of opinion.”

“And I can’t believe you broke his camera.”

wht is with ana's men and cameras?

“Pinky promise.”

grown men.. ladies and gentlemen, when they act adorable, become book bfs

It was alarming how well I could read her after only a month.

would not be ana huang if you couldn't

“Why is she going to the attic? It makes no sense! If I heard strange noises coming from my house, the last thing I’d do is investigate alone.”

Finally. Someone sensible in fiction.. *pheww*

“The costumes were pretty.”

if I was a dancer, that would have been a great incentive

If her smile was a burglar, her laugh was a fucking thief because I was pretty sure she just stole a piece of my heart from right out under me.