Chelle Sloan

Reformation

Off the Record

Thirst Trap

The One I Hate

First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby carriage.I have wished for that saying to come true every day of my life.But that's not my reality.Here is my version:First comes the blind date with an incredibly sexy football coach.Then comes the friends with benefits that you know is so wrong but you don't care because it feels so right.Then comes the unexpected baby carriage.At least we got one in order.Except Davis doesn't want the same things I do.I want to fall in love.He says love isn't for him.I want a family.He has made it clear that a family is not on his agenda.But babies don't care about your plans. They come when they are ready. Even if you aren't.The same can be said about falling in love.

Off Track

Off the Market at Christmas

I can't remember a time when I haven't loved my childhood best friend, Amelia. Her big brown eyes and beautiful smile have had a hold on me since we were teenagers. Hell, I even love her kids as if they were my own. Now, she's divorced, and after twenty years, it's time to make my move. The tension between us finally erupts and I kiss her. Imagine my surprise when she doesn't push me away but says she wants to give us a try. Except she has one condition: We keep it a secret. I'll do anything for her, even this. But I can't help but want to shout to the world that the woman of my dreams is finally mine. I inadvertently do it when her ex-husband rolls back into town. A man I've hated since high school. He riles me up and I blurt out Amelia and I are engaged. We're not. Now, we have to pretend to plan a wedding while our meddling town watches. I've waited over twenty years for my chance. Will this cost me the one I love?

The One I Love

The One I Want

As a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field. Then I retired and found out there's no playbook for life-especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down. There's no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad. There's no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in. And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny. I didn't mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her. It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh. Before I knew it, her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - a perfect life together. Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already. And if I'm not careful, I might find myself learning it again. I shouldn't want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn't seem to care.

The One I Need

"You're cordially invited to the wedding of Oliver Price and Izzy McCall¿That's how my wedding invitations should have started. I should know, I've had my wedding planned since I was ten. I should've been wearing a designer tuxedo, not a tuxedo t-shirt. The wedding should've been in a church with family and friends, not in a 1960's style chapel with Elvis as the officiant. It's nothing I ever imagined. Except the girl. She's the only thing about this accidental marriage that is exactly right. Even if we're complete opposites. I'm glass-half-full and crazy colored socks. She's glass-half-empty and power suits. I love love. She thinks it doesn't exist. I want to stay married. She wants a divorce. A problem for all newlyweds, right? From the moment I met Izzy, I knew she was the only one I'd ever need. Now I just need to convince my wife that I'm the one for her. "

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As a professional football player, I had a playbook for everything on the field.Then I retired and found out there's no playbook for life-especially when the one you thought was perfect gets flipped upside down.There's no play for suddenly becoming a divorced, single dad. There's no plan for moving your family back to the town you grew up in.And there is definitely not a play for falling in love with the nanny.I didn't mean to. Betsy Sullivan just has that way about her.It started with wanting to see her smile. It grew to needing to hear her laugh.Before I knew it, her red lips and perfect curves were all I could think about. And I started to picture a life together - A perfect life together.Except nothing is ever perfect. Nothing is how you envision it. I learned that hard lesson once already.And if I'm not careful, I might find myself learning it again.I shouldn't want her. My head knows that. My heart doesn't seem to care.Neither does hers.

Chelle Sloan

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