Just One of the Boys (Chicago Falcons Book 1)

by Leah Rooper

“What do you want to do?” Her eyes flash with evil mirth. “I want to star in Korean dramas!”

She's just like me

“I’ll have to watch that goal on the highlights,” I say. “Yeah,” he says, “because what kind of crazy player doesn’t even look where he’s passing?” “I knew you’d be there.”

THATS SO CUTE

one partygoer stops to ogle me. I stare him down, so when he eventually flicks his eyes up to mine, he knows he’s been caught. I muster the nastiest glare I can manage,

She would be the type to bark and i respect that

Maybe I’m a sweatpants-wearing, whole-pizza-eating hockey player. And maybe I’m also a lipstick-wearing, sparkly dress-twirling figure skater. Maybe I’m both of these things mashed together; a work-in-progress, a half-played game. And maybe Alice and Al aren’t so different after all.

We love a character development