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In Chicago they say Speed Kills, or at least they have for the last seven years since the handsome running back Jerome Speed lead the Chicago Grizzlies to divisional and conference championships. 

Those who know Danika Albright’s parentage assume she needs for nothing. As the daughter of a self made billionaire she shouldn’t, but her father never wanted his children to be spoiled and demanded they make their own way with little to no help from him. Using the skills she learned growing up with the privileged class she’s working her way through school as a stylist when Jerome crosses her path. 

​With paternity suits hitting double digits the last thing either of them wanted was to let their desires outweigh their previous attempts at relationships. Especially when one of those suits has decided she wants more than money, she wants Jerome back. 

Can Danika and Jerome look past what they know to discover what really happens when you fall in love with a person that wants you and not your name?



Excerpt

In front of him, lines of red and white lights outlined the streets and showed the travelers. Although he knew down below honking and yelling was rampant, in this moment there was silence. Dani closed her eyes and stuck her long body out, crossing her legs at the ankles.
“This place is pretty cool,” he admitted after they’d soaked in the atmosphere. “I’ve never come here.”
“Want to see the best part?” she asked as she crumpled up the remnants of her hot dogs and tossed the paper in a garbage can.
“Sure,” Jerome copied the action then followed her to a door.
Fear gripped him as she opened it and a blast of air hit. There was a screen on an open air observation deck. About twenty feet long and six feet deep.
Dani walked out as if she were window shopping. A guard looked at him.
“In or out?” he asked and Jerome slipped in, but kept his back against the glass wall.
A cool strong wind blew across his face as he reached for Dani’s hand. He pulled her back, but she stood fast and turned to him, taking his one hand in both of hers. They were dainty and just covered his. Wow, he was going to have to drop his man card over the edge of the building. His massive mitt must have crushed her hand.
Taking a step backwards she tugged lightly, but he refused to step closer to the screen. No sir, he was not made for heights and he wasn’t even sure how she got him up here. It just seemed all she had to do was make a suggestion and it all made sense.
“This is why I came up here,” she explained. “We are over a thousand feet in the air with the wind blowing through my hair.”
Jerome reached for her and caught the binder for her hair. Removing the binding caused her dark hair to cascade from her misshapen bun. Thick locks tumbled over her shoulders and framed her face.
“Now it’s blowing through your hair,” he said huskily as his finger brushed the hair back and cradled her face.
She stepped closer to him and the reaction hit his groin. Catching her sky blue eyes, he saw them dilate and her lips plumped. Jerome’s instincts had been right. She didn’t want to work with him because she wanted him.
“Oh my God,” a woman screamed as she rushed to his side and slapped his arm. “You’re my husband’s favorite player.”
Dani walked toward the corner of the deck, leaving his scared ass stuck with the uber fan.
“Don’t go anywhere,” the woman ordered with a pointed finger. Jerome balled his fist on the opposite side of the woman. “He’s inside. He’s going to freak.”
Jerome smiled and looked at Dani silhouetted by the lights of the city as she rested her forearms on the bar. Wind kept her face clear as her hair blew behind her. Biting her lips, she looked back at him as he took pictures with the man and shook his hand, not even acknowledging his existence. On the field he could register a dozen players, but keep his focus straight ahead on the end zone.
Danika Albright was quickly becoming that thick white line. 

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