Catching Cameron
A Love and Football Novel #3
By: Julie Brannagh
Releasing May 6th, 2014
Synopsis
Julie Brannagh's sexy, charming Love and Football series continues …
Star sports reporter Cameron Ondine has one firm rule: she does not date football players. Ever. She tangled with one years ago, and it did not end well. Been there, done that.
But when Cameron comes face-to-face with the very man who shattered her heart—on camera, no less—her world is upended for a second time by recklessly handsome Seattle Shark Zach Anderson.
Zach has never been able to forget the gorgeous blonde who stole his breath away when he was still just a rookie. They've managed to give each other a wide berth for years, but when their jobs suddenly bring them together again and again, he knows he has to face his past once and for all.
Because as they spend more time together, he becomes less focused on the action on the field and more concerned with catching Cameron.
He slid his fingertips over her mouth. “I have
twenty-nine days to make sure you’ll never forget me again. It starts now,
Cameron.”
Star sports reporter Cameron Ondine has one firm rule: she does not date football players. Ever. She tangled with one years ago, and it did not end well. Been there, done that.
But when Cameron comes face-to-face with the very man who shattered her heart—on camera, no less—her world is upended for a second time by recklessly handsome Seattle Shark Zach Anderson.
Zach has never been able to forget the gorgeous blonde who stole his breath away when he was still just a rookie. They've managed to give each other a wide berth for years, but when their jobs suddenly bring them together again and again, he knows he has to face his past once and for all.
Because as they spend more time together, he becomes less focused on the action on the field and more concerned with catching Cameron.
Excerpt
Cameron can’t
stay away from Zach, either.
She
could feel emotion surging through her, wild and uncontrolled. She didn’t like
lack of control, and she really didn’t like messy and ridiculous displays of
feelings—hers or anyone else’s. The accompanying adrenaline swamped any
remaining restraint. The tears she’d held in by sheer will earlier were
threatening another appearance. She shoved them down one more time. She still
had things to say to him, and she’d be damned if she’d act like one of those
women who cry over stuff at the drop of a hat.
His
voice was quiet and annoyingly calm.
“You
don’t want anyone to know we were married, huh? Too late for that.” He tried to
look regretful, she thought. “I’m in a truth-telling mood, too. Confession’s
good for the soul.”
“No,
it’s not.” The tears were rising again, threatening to wipe out everything in
their path with sheer force. “If you’ll come back in there and sit down—” She
blinked as hard as she could, raised her face to the ceiling, and fought for
control. “We can start over. We’ll get something on tape, and I’ll spend the
next month pretending like you’re not even here. I promise.”
He
shoved himself off the wall, and reached out for her hand. It felt so small in
his. She couldn’t quite make herself yank it away, either. She was flooded with
the knowledge of how it felt to be close to him. She breathed in the scent of
his recently-showered skin, his freshly washed and ironed clothes, and a faint
smell of liniment. He was twice her size. She concentrated on staring at the
middle of his chest. If she looked up, he’d be giving her the half-indulgent
smile she’d seen on his face a hundred times in seventy-two hours ten years
ago.
“Is
that so?” He bent over her. His voice was soft and sensual in her ear. “That’s
not going to work for me.” She felt the warmth of his breath brush her skin.
“You’ll pretend like I’m not here. Well, I’m going to make sure you can’t
forget me, or the fact I’m here, twenty-four hours a day. I want you to
remember me the way I’ve remembered you.” He let that sink in for a minute.
“Your daddy’s not here to rescue you this time around.”
She
squeezed her eyes shut. “He didn’t ‘rescue me’ the first time around! I—” It
was hard to make air quotes with only one hand. “That’s not what happened.”
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About the Author
Julie Brannagh has been writing since she was old enough to hold a pencil. She lives in a small town near Seattle, where she once served as a city council member and owned a yarn shop. She shares her home with a wonderful husband, two uncivilized Maine Coons and a rambunctious chocolate Lab.
Julie hasn't quite achieved the goal of owning a pro football team, so she created a fictional one: The Seattle Sharks. When she's not writing, she's reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden Heart finalist and the author of four contemporary sports romances.
Julie hasn't quite achieved the goal of owning a pro football team, so she created a fictional one: The Seattle Sharks. When she's not writing, she's reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden Heart finalist and the author of four contemporary sports romances.
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