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Coach Armani

Coach Armani

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Oct 15, 2022
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Just had a writers spark in me and decided to write a book:) |Not near finished| This book covers a relationship between an NBA basketball coach and a general sports manager. Dahlia Abbot, 25, has her life together pretty well. She's the woman who can do just about anything between hours of paperwork to press interviews. Every guy worships her for her smarts and most importantly, her looks. Her only goal in life is to become the most successful manager in sports. Dahlia swears off men because the last time she let one in, they destroyed her dreams and goals. What happens when she's hired onto a basketball team with a sexy new coach? Rowan Armani, 32, just earned a new career of being the NBA Carolina Lions basketball coach. He's excited and has an undying love for the game. When a knee injury takes him down from his five year career in the NBA, Coach Teal (retired Lions coach) steps down to let Rowan still live out the love of the game in a different perspective. Rowan hires on a new manager for the team and after meeting her, she's all that runs through his head. Besides coaching and this new girl, Rowan has another secret in hiding. Will he let this one girl ruin his future in coaching and what happens when she figures out his secret? (Dahlia's POV below) "Good game I guess, Abbot." Rowan brushes my shoulder and turns around rolling his eyes. This makes me laugh, "Good game to you too, Armani." "I'm thinking I need to look back at some of your game highlights. You had me half of the game until I got my shit together." "You should watch them, I was quite a player." I shrug making myself look arrogant. "How come you never went pro?" "It's not something I wanted to do. I realized I want to make a career for myself surrounded by the sport I love instead of playing it. Besides, mens basketball is more fun to watch anyway." This makes Rowan laugh and it's a rich sound to my ears. Wait, since when did I start describing people's laughs? Weirdo.
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