Lucky Number 4 ~ON HOLD~

Lucky Number 4 ~ON HOLD~

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After becoming a 2016 NCAA National Champion in Gymnastics, Abigail Michaels is ready to head back home to Texas. At the airport, she makes eye contact with a certain Houston Astros player who wears the number 4. Her best friend, Julianna, has tickets to that night's game vs. the Arizona Diamondbacks. There, she officially meets Number 4 and sparks immediately begin to fly. With both of them being athletes and Abigail starting her senior year of college in the fall, they are faced with some obstacles that they must face together... Follow Abigail and George as they try to hurdle these obstacles that are put in the way of their relationship. ~This is dedicated to those Houston Astros fans out there!~ ~Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Houston Astros or any player or employee associated with the franchise. I only own my original characters.~ ~Enjoy!~ ~Cover made by DansBryant~
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When Amara's camera is ruined by Houston Lee, Beaumonte University's unpredictable hockey star, she expects an apology at most-but instead, she finds herself stuck babysitting his little sister, trapped in his world of energy, chaos, and confidence she can't quite figure out. AMARA I can't stand him. Every time he storms past, throws that careless grin my way, or knocks over another obstacle in his path, I want to shake him and tell him to grow up. And yet here I am, in his apartment, reading bedtime stories and building Lego towers with his little sister while he lounges on the couch like he's in a commercial. He's reckless, selfish, and infuriating-and somehow, I notice every detail, from the way he smirks when he's sure he's right to the stubborn line of his jaw when he's irritated. I'm supposed to hate him. I want to hate him. But being around him...is different than I thought. HOUSTON I shouldn't even be thinking about her. She's sharp, relentless, and entirely too observant for her own good. She corners me with her camera questions, rolls her eyes at my impulsive decisions, and somehow makes my apartment feel smaller, tighter, and more alive than it ever has before. I don't know if I'm annoyed by her-or if I'm secretly grateful she's here, keeping my sister entertained and making me notice things I've been ignoring about myself. She frustrates me more than anyone, and yet I can't shake the feeling that this isn't just a coincidence. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Even when cameras break and schedules collide, neither of them can ignore the strange pull growing between them-a connection neither expected but can't walk away from.

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