THE FINAL SHOT

𝑴𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆
𝑨𝒍𝒍'𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖...

RHYS ARCHER

I don't do love. Not anymore.
Basketball is the only place I still feel like myself. Captain of the New York Firehawks. The deadeye shooter who never misses. But off the court? I'm just "Dadda" to my almost three years old son and trying not to drown in guilt of being not enough for my kid. When my nanny quits right before the season starts, I'm desperate.

I don't want anyone near my son. Not again.
And then she walks into my house-Emily Carter. Sunshine disguised as a mess. My coach's niece. My temporary roommate.
Two years ago, on a flight where she calmed my son's cries while I tried to hold myself together. I told myself she was off-limits then. But now, with her in my home-laughing with my son, challenging my rules, looking at me like I'm more than the scars I carry-
I can feel my defenses slipping. And that terrifies me.
Because love was never supposed to be my final shot.

EMILY CARTER

I became a USA Today Bestselling Author with my debut novel 2 years ago. But after my fiancé called off our wedding, and my imprisoned mother died, my world-and my writing-fell apart. With only six months until the final book in my series is due and just 6k words written, my best friend aka my editor pushes me to take a break. When my uncle, the only family I have left, invites me to New York, I leave behind the apartment full of broken dreams.

I wasn't looking for him. But now I'm living under the same roof as Rhys Archer, captain of the New York Firehawks. He wears his silence like armor and his pain like a second skin. And when I see him with his son, I can't look away.

And yet, something about him threatens to make me pull my guards down when he