Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

I’m not doing this only for myself. It’s for all the girls out there who have ever been told they can’t. That they’re not good enough, and they’ll never be good enough, so why bother trying?

It’s a giant fuck you to anyone who’s ever made us feel two inches tall—in sports, in life, in a relationship—because we deserve so much more.

“A ranch in Colorado? I’ve only ever been in cities and can’t imagine that much open space. It sounds like heaven.”

Maverick Miller is the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.

“Good night, pretty boy.”

“Night, Emmy girl. Sweet dreams.”

Beautiful man.

I have some ice cream in the fridge, I’m going to open a bottle of wine, I’m reading a romance book that’s making me kick my feet. What more can you ask for?”

I never really felt like I had a home. But with Emmy next to me, I think home is wherever she is. A place I’d like to stay forever.

The stupid things we say when we’re in love.

She’s mine now, motherfucker, and I’m not going to let you disrespect her anymore.”

I don’t want her as a teammate or someone I fuck multiple times a week. I want her as so much more—a partner. A girlfriend. My best friend. I don’t know if we lose the game or not. I really don’t fucking care, because I’ve already won. I have her, and she’s the greatest prize of all.

God, I love these boys.

“Who are you wearing? I can’t see under your jacket.” “It’s a surprise.” I wave and head for security screening. “All I’ll tell you is it’s my favorite player to date.”

Liam, the man who could strangle someone with a flick of his wrist, fucking blushes.

Oh, god. I love her. I fucking love her. I love her, and I’d do anything for her.

You’re my favorite girl.”