Kayla Dawn Thomas's title "Fighting for Fall" came in at number 16 in the Best Indie Books Title of 2017.
Book link: http://a.co/fwYEYvh
Synopsis:
Go. Fight. Win. Love?
Chanel Eber, a rancher’s daughter, faces down her fear of big cities to follow the love of her life to Portland, Oregon where he’s living his NFL dream. But the Wolves aren’t the only ones looking to score. Another woman’s got her eye on Maddox, and Chanel’s going to have to fight harder than ever if she wants to keep his eyes on her.
Meanwhile, Delsi Melita has a big decision to make. She’s a single mom, the only woman in the athletic training room, her boss is a pompous jerk, and she’s falling for the team’s owner. Can she have the job and the man, will she have to pick one, or will she lose both?
The stakes are high, and both women stand to lose big if they don’t fight hard for love.
Excerpt:
The second quarter started, and the Wolves made a fast drive down the field. They were closing in on the end zone. Chanel bit her thumb with anxiety. The quarterback launched the ball in Maddox’s direction. He struggled to get his footing, but he dug in with strong legs and ran into position. Head lifted, he focused on the incoming ball. Maddox raised his hands for the catch. Chanel leaned forward, holding her breath. Silence fell over the room. The moment seemed to pass in slow motion. Maddox leaped into the air and caught the ball right in the numbers, but before his feet could touch the ground, a Lion crashed into him from the side, helmet first. Maddox crumpled onto the turf, not moving, his body contorted at an odd angle. “Oh my gosh,” Chanel breathed. “Get up.” He didn’t move. His teammates gathered around him, and the station cut to a replay of the collision. “This is an obvious case of targeting,” the announcer said. They cut to the referee ejecting the Detroit player from the game. Desperation clawed at Chanel. She needed to know if Maddox was moving. Finally, they panned back to the field where she saw Delsi and Tyler kneeling at his side. She recognized both team doctors, carefully examining Maddox, barely touching his body. “Get up!” Chanel cried, getting to her feet. Faith stood beside her, an arm around her shoulders. The AT intern came running over to the group on the field with a spine board. Tyler took it from him and went about getting it into position. “No!” Chanel screamed. She covered her mouth with both hands. Mitch took the place on Chanel’s other side, grabbing her hand, squeezing. In silence they watched as the medical team transitioned Maddox’s limp body onto the board. An ambulance pulled up beside them. Players on both sidelines had taken a knee in tribute to their fallen colleague. Several minutes later, Maddox disappeared into the ambulance and off the field. Of course, the commentators had speculations as to Maddox’s exact injury, but no one knew for sure at this point. The reporter on the field chimed in saying it looked as if Maddox was conscious but unable to communicate. Chanel turned to her father, burying her face in his chest. “He’s in good hands, Chel,” Mitch murmured, holding her tight. Chanel knew with spinal injuries and even severe concussions sometimes it didn’t matter how good the medical team was, there was no restoring brain health, or mobility, or life. Pulling back, her face soaked with tears, Chanel rasped. “I have to get there. Now.” Mitch nodded. “Let’s go.”
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