His Most Important Win
Dare to dream… these sparkling romances will make you laugh, cry and fall in love – again and again!When it comes to love… he’s playing for keepsBryce is living in his small hometown; back coaching his old team; and back in love with his high-school sweetheart. But this time around, he’s determined not to lose Rosalie’s heart ever again. Only problem is, Bryce’s first love has been keeping a big secret from him all these years.And when he discovers the son Rosalie never told him about, the betrayal may just be too painful. Then again, true love can change everything. And if Bryce has anything to say about it, this is a game that they’ll all win… together.
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“I know one other thing. I’m not going to wait another fifteen years before I kiss you again.”
His mouth settled on hers. His lips were soft and warm and inviting. As sweet as a first kiss. But then everything changed and the boy in her mind became a fully grown version of the person she’d loved. His mouth ravaged hers, exploring, igniting a young girl’s passion into a woman’s need. The sensation of being devoured by that hot, hungry kiss tingled through her body and she answered it with equal passion. It was like coming home and finding a treasure she’d thought she’d lost.
He planted a swift kiss on her temple.
“By the way,” he said. “I’ll be sleeping here from tomorrow night on. Just in case you get some ideas in the middle of the night that can’t wait.”
She already had one, and she was pretty sure he knew what it was.
Dear Reader,
What a thrill it is to write this first reader letter as a Mills & Boon>® author. I am so grateful to my agent, Kevan Lyon, and my editor, Charles Griemsman, for making this happen. I have always wanted to write a book about high school teachers and coaches, and now this dream is a reality. I was once a high school English teacher like Rosalie, the heroine of this book. Perhaps my involvement with teens and sports explains why I’ve always had a bit of a love affair with football coaches. There is something about the caged energy they display on the sidelines—a tense expectation that can translate in a second to fist-pumping jubilation. How rewarding it must be to guide young men into adulthood.
This book also explores my first attempt at writing a teenager as the secret baby my heroine raised. I hope you enjoy Danny. It’s easy to love a cute little baby, but a teenager with all that angst and willfulness—if you’ve had one, you know.
Welcome to Whistler Creek, Georgia. Enjoy your stay.
Cynthia
I love to hear from readers. Please send me your reaction to His Most Important Win at [email protected]. Or visit my website, cynthiathomason.com.
About the Author
CYNTHIA THOMASON writes contemporary and historical romances and dabbles in mysteries. She has won a National Reader’s Choice Award and the 2008 Golden Quill. When she’s not writing, she works as a licensed auctioneer for the auction company she and her husband own. As an estate buyer for the auction, she has come across unusual items, many of which have found their way into her books. She has one son, an entertainment reporter. Cynthia dreams of perching on a mountaintop in North Carolina every autumn to watch the leaves turn. You can read more about her at her website, www.cynthiathomason.com.
This book is dedicated to the memory of my loving parents, Barbara and Bert Brackett, who never missed a high school football game under the “Friday night lights” of Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio.
Chapter One
Rosalie pulled into one of the last remaining spots in the parking lot, got out of her car and checked her watch. “Three minutes,” she grumbled. “I’ll just make it if I run.” She still had no idea why the high school principal had called this emergency meeting. His secretary had said he wanted as many of his faculty members who were in town to attend, so Rosalie had missed a lasagna dinner with her mother and her son to be here.
“Hey, Rosalie, wait up.”
Spotting her friend and fellow teacher coming across the pavement, Rosalie motioned for Shelby to hustle. “At least there’s someone who’s even later than I am,” she said when Shelby had fallen into step beside her. “Do you know what this is about?”
“No clue,” Shelby said. “But I’d rather be anywhere but here. The last thing I want to think about in July is school.”
Rosalie held the door open to the three-story brick building and let Shelby go in ahead of her. “I hope Canfield’s not expecting us to volunteer for landscaping duty this summer,” she said. “I’m working more hours at Mom’s produce stand, and I’ve increased my hours at the Brighter Day Center.”
“Why’s that? Have there been any deaths in town recently that I haven’t heard about?”
“No, but grief is an ongoing thing. The more we volunteers can counsel grieving kids at the center, the faster they can get on with their lives.”
Shelby frowned. “I wonder if being around all that sadness is really good for you, Rosalie.”
“It’s been sixteen years since my brother died, Shel.”
“Okay, message received. Forget I said anything.”
They approached the media center at the end of the school’s main hallway. The doors were open. Rosalie caught the subtle aroma of old books, always a welcoming scent to English teachers or anyone who spent a good part of their childhood nestled in a corner of a library. Once they entered the room, the delicious mustiness would be combined with the even subtler smell of modern-day plastic coming from the bank of computers taking up an entire wall.
The media center was buzzing with activity. Apparently Principal Canfield’s calling tree system had worked. Rosalie estimated that nearly three-quarters of the faculty were present along with dozens of booster parents and prominent citizens.
