Line of Scrimmage
A Sports Romance
Roxy Sinclaire
Illustrated by
Resplendent Media
Contents
Copyright
Mailing List
Acknowledgments
1. Kayla
2. Sean
3. Kayla
4. Sean
5. Kayla
6. Sean
7. Kayla
8. Sean
9. Kayla
10. Sean
11. Kayla
12. Sean
13. Kayla
14. Sean
15. Kayla
16. Sean
17. Kayla
18. Sean
19. Kayla
20. Sean
21. Kayla
22. Sean
23. Kayla
24. Sean
Epilogue
Thank You
Also by Roxy Sinclaire
Preview
BONUS: Tempting Me: A Bad Boy Romance
1. Aria
2. Ryan
3. Aria
4. Ryan
5. Ryan
6. Aria
7. Aria
8. Ryan
9. Aria
10. Ryan
11. Ryan
12. Aria
13. Ryan
14. Ryan
15. Aria
16. Ryan
17. Aria
18. Ryan
Epilogue
Copyright © 2016 by Roxy Sinclaire
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Acknowledgments
I would like to give special thanks to a few people in helping me both with this book and getting me to where I am today:
Teresa Banschbach—for being such a great beta reader for me and helping me get better and better with your feedback, one word at a time!
Cheryl Maddox—for helping me a great deal in the time I have known you with many minor things that don’t seem like a lot but are!
And last but not least, Lauren Landish—your guidance and mentorship is something I don’t know how to repay! You have helped me in almost every step of the journey, and answered every single question I have had, no matter how trivial it was. Thank you so much for being you. If you would like to check her books out, click HERE. She is a great author, and a truly great person!!
1
Kayla
The clock was striking three and I was still sitting outside the dean’s office.
I could feel my insides churning as my heart beat loudly in my chest. It was throbbing in my ears as though a passionate drummer had forgotten himself and was still beating the drums even though the song had ended. My heart was ready to climb up my throat so that I could throw it up onto the ground. These thoughts were seriously not helping me. What the hell was I doing to myself?
A floor-to-ceiling mirror was just across from me. It made the situation even worse. Ugh! I had to look at my own nervous reflection the entire time which just caused me to panic even more.
I had applied for a post-grad scholarship a while ago to Princeton, an Ivy League university. It had been my biggest wish ever since I had learned what the Ivy League actually was. I could envision my younger self, Kayla Vaughn, running around the house telling my parents that I wanted to join Princeton University. And now, here I was staring at the golden plaque on the door of the dean’s office and looking back at my uninteresting life. Everything I had done up until now had been to get here. To this very spot. On this very chair I was sitting.
I had been sitting with a couple of my best friends when they had told me to enroll. We were finishing off the semester and everyone was thinking about their post-grad studies. It was practically the only thing that could be heard on campus. Instead of asking each other “How are you?” instead we were asking “Where are you applying?”
“Try, Kayla,” they had said. “Surely you’ll be accepted.” You betcha!
I had been confident all year long, all my life for all I knew. But now I’d kind of retreated inside myself. Yet still, I had applied. I saw my grades and recommendations and that had been enough to boost my mood. You can do it, girl, I shouted to myself. I was going to make a great impression! I just had to.
Step after step I had taken to get here, and now I was here, waiting on the doorstep to my dreams. Kayla was here to win! Wasn’t there someone who said “I came. I saw. I conquered?” They had obviously said that for me, duh! I was being interviewed for a post-grad scholarship to the best university in the world!
I put my head in my hands and for the hundredth time that day I began to rehearse my answers. Of course, I had absolutely no idea what they would be, but I had done my homework and had asked a friend or two. I had a clear outline in my head of what to say, how to sit, when to smile. I had prepared for this my whole life.
And then all of a sudden, a head popped from the door. “Kayla Vaughn?” She spoke in a tiny voice.
“Yes,” I answered. “That’s me.”
“You can come in now,” she said and smiled pleasantly to encourage me.
“Okay. Thank you,” I replied and offered her my best smile. She seemed like a nice woman.
I looked one last time in the mirror. My dark brown hair was up in a bun, framing my pale face perfectly. I had put on some light make-up accentuating my brown eyes and some lipstick on my full lips. I had had a real problem figuring out what to wear, but finally had settled on a feminine black suit and a white shirt. It left a professional and serious impression. Precisely what I was going for.
The suit fit perfectly and I smoothed it down my slender figure. I tried to keep it that way. Everything I wore screamed “Princeton” and for once I was proud of myself. My nervousness was starting to get the better of me, and I rubbed my damp hands down the sides of my pants.
I went through the door and once again faced the dean’s secretary. She was a kind, blonde-haired woman of perhaps thirty-five years. I nodded to her and knocked on the dean’s door.
“Come in,” a voice said from the inside and I turned the knob and entered a spacious office with the dean himself, Mr. Raymond.
“Hello, Mr. Raymond. My name’s Kayla Vaughn.” I shook hands with him. He smiled at me. I had imagined him as a guy dressed all in black with a grim expression on his face and a scythe next to him. But I was relieved when he turned out to be a tall man in his late fifties with gray hair and comforting blue eyes. He was someone you would want as your uncle.
“Hello, Kayla. How are you doing today? Nervous?” he asked in a deep voice. My whole body was trembling, but I concealed my emotions nicely. “Have a seat,” he said.
“I’m splendid today, sir. A bit nervous, but it’s just
a little stage fright. It probably happens to everyone coming in here.”
He chuckled at that. That was a good sign, right? I couldn’t help but chuckle as well.
“Let’s get straight to the point … I’d like to ask you why you think you are fit for Princeton University?” he asked in a serious tone.
My mind went blank and I took a few seconds to clear it and get my thoughts in order. Wake up, Kayla! It’s not like you get a chance like this every day! “Honestly, everyone answers this question with a quote from Albert Einstein or Martin Luther King Junior. It’s simply expected of them. They need to say how this quote motivated them and pushed them forward. I won’t be that kind of candidate. Instead, I’ll use my own quote. A sentence I said one afternoon when I was barely ten years old. I came home from school and I told my parents, ‘Mom, Dad, I want to study at Princeton University.’ And do you know why? Because it is the best university in the entire world and I believe that everything I have done in my life has been a stepping stone to this very moment, sir. That is why I know that I am fit for Princeton University.” I exhaled, panic rising in me. What did I do?
The dean’s face was neutral, not giving anything away. He just wrote something on a paper; the sound of the pen scratching was the only thing disturbing the tense silence. The seconds felt like hours to me.
“What are you interested in studying and why? That is very important to our university.” He asked with a steely expression. Once the interview began his whole demeanor had changed.
My throat felt as dry as paper. I swallowed hard and answered, “I’d like to study law, because it has always fascinated me. As a little girl I would watch the television shows where main characters brought justice. And even now, sir, there are horrible situations everywhere. I want to help all of the victims out there. There’s just been too much, don’t you think? I do. I want to be the change, the one that takes everything into her hands. But I can’t do all of this myself. I need your university. You can’t imagine how much this means to me. I would do anything to get in.”
Everything I had memorized was gone from my mind. What was I doing? Was I going crazy? Sitting there, I wasn’t talking to a dean, but to a man I opened myself up to. I was truthful in my answers and said whatever popped into my mind.
One question followed another and I was there for perhaps an hour or more or so it felt to me. Each question had been harder and more thought-provoking than the previous one, but I somehow managed to answer them all. At least I thought I did. While I was elaborating, Mr. Raymond was scribbling on his papers, occasionally looking me in the eyes before burying his head down again. Damn him! He was making me more anxious than ever. As the time passed, I’d felt myself become more relaxed and I realized that this wasn’t a matter of life and death. Yes, it was my dream, but there were other universities in the world as well. It wasn’t like the end of the world was coming!
After I had answered his final question, Mr. Raymond put his pen on top of the papers and scrutinized me, his look betraying nothing. He was like a robot and that scared me.
“You know, Miss Vaughn, we have hundreds of candidates from the entire world that apply for this scholarship. You are surely well aware that we only choose the very best of all the students that apply. And the number of students we pick is very small,” he said, staring straight into my eyes.
“I completely understand. I believe that I can make a contribution to this university. At least I’ll try my best to do so.” I was taking a huge leap here and I wasn’t even aware of that fact. He could have thrown me out of his office for being too arrogant or something like that. But I was only demonstrating who I was and trying my best to earn my way in. I had to show him my determination and willingness to improve though. Seriously, I was getting so tense, I felt like I would burst.
The dean continued to stare at me, but I sensed a shadow pass across his face. His expression suddenly changed and he spoke, “As a matter of fact, I agree with you, Miss Vaughn.” He stood up now and shocked at his words, so did I. What was happening? Oh my God, what was this man saying? “Congratulations! And welcome to our university. We are looking forward to having you on our campus. I am sure that we, as an educational institution and you, will have an amazing relationship.”
“Thank you,” I said. I could die from excitement. Yay, yay, yay! “Sir, if I could I would hug you right now. Thank you so, so, so much. This chance means everything to me. I’m truly ecstatic.”
The dean chuckled and nodded. “We’re honored to have you. It can be seen from afar that you are an amazing person and an even more amazing scholar.”
“Thank you,” I uttered. I was on cloud nine and I wasn’t even thinking straight now. I still couldn’t believe that I had just been accepted into the most prestigious university in the world. This was the best day ever!
“There’s a dinner at seven tonight for the accepted applicants and it would be a wonderful chance to get to know your fellow colleagues,” he said.
“I’d love to, sir. But, I have some other plans. They are very, very important and I can’t possibly cancel them. I wish all of them the best of luck and I can’t wait to meet them all,” I said.
“Okay. I will pass that along.” Mr. Raymond smiled.
We said goodbye and I exited his office. Looking at my watch, I realized that if I didn’t move faster I was going to be late. I couldn’t have gone to the dinner, for something vital was waiting for me. I had a football game to watch. One I couldn’t miss for the world.
2
Sean
I was running in full speed; sweat dripping all over my face. The helmet was weighing me down, but I was used to it by now. Every professional football player became accustomed to it. And not to mention the best player on the university’s campus. Me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Michael passing me the ball. I didn’t know if I could continue much further. It was almost the end of the game and the result of the whole game lay in my hands. My future was lying in my hands, as a matter of fact. If I won this game, I would earn my spot in the NFL. So, yeah, I was playing for my life and my future. The stakes were big.
Even before the game, I had felt a huge amount of pressure weighing me down. These things were never easy. I knew that how I preformed in the game would chart my whole future and I had hundreds of butterflies flying all around my stomach. Just as many as when I had first met my girlfriend, Kayla. My sexy babe.
And now, still running and strong, my whole life flashed before my eyes. As if in slow motion my eyes captured all the people in the stands, some cheering and others jeering. I noticed the colors of my team swaying in the wind and our loyal fans standing with painted faces screaming from the top of their lungs. “Go! Go! Sean!” I had to do this for them and for myself.
My coach was panicking. Like seriously panicking. Waving his hands and all. One would think that the apocalypse had come. His face was contorted into expressions of anger and terror and wonder. What I had done was against every direction he had given us. I was taking a huge risk here that I hadn’t even fully thought through. Many times I had simply acted on the adrenaline rushing through me, not listening to my brain. Perhaps that was what had gotten me to the here and now. Bad boy Sean was finally taking some action, baby!
I closed my eyes and heard the piercing siren that signaled the end of the game. I took a deep breath in and held my breath, still not daring to open my eyes.
Then I heard the booming noise of the crowd and above it all I could hear the speaker’s shrill voice loud and clear. “And there he is! Sean Coleman scoring the final points! The home team wins!”
I couldn’t believe his shouts. Was it possible? Had we really won? I peeled open my eyes and all I all around me were teammates hugging me and jumping up and down in excitement.
“Coleman! Coleman! Coleman!” The crowd started chanting. My ego was sky high. I thought I was gonna burst. Boom! But, I liked having all of the eyes and attention on me. I was a man born to
be in the spotlight.
The coach came up to me and he, too, was chanting with the crowd. The whole stadium was. “Pick him up!” He yelled and all of the guys did. They carried me high in their arms as I pulled off my helmet. The euphoria rose to an unbelievable level when they all saw my face. I was their hero and I had proven my worth. No one could resist my charm. That wasn’t just my opinion either, it was a fact based off my own experiences.
Yes, I was extremely happy because we had won. It was a collective win for the whole team. We worked great together as a team and had known each other for so long. We knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses. But I was even happier for myself because I had made my dreams come true and written my name in the stars. I wouldn’t be just a one-hit wonder who played football marvelously as an amateur. I was swimming in different waters now.
As they carried me to the locker room, I let that sink in. I was the brightest star and the one they all wanted to see; I was the best of them all. Hooray!
“Wait, you need to give a statement!” Coach tried his best to yell over the crowd. They put me down on the ground and I headed for the cameras.
I fixed my hair and wiped the sweat from above my lips before standing bold and tall before the cameras. They were all filming me and taking pictures of me.
“How do you feel now, Sean?” One reporter asked me and I gave her my best smile. My pearly white teeth caught the flashes of the cameras.
“It’s amazing really,” I replied, “I feel ecstatic. This is what all of us wanted. We worked insanely hard to get this and now we are all proud of ourselves. To the victor go the spoils, right?”
They all laughed. “Have any teams contacted you yet? A professional career or perhaps modeling?” Another reporter asked. I recognized the logo from a famous sports magazine I liked to read from time to time.
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