BLITZ by A.M. Williams

In a blink of an eye, I turned her whole world upside down. I messed up and will do anything to make things right. Is there any chance of a happily ever after for a football star and librarian? Fans of the Boston Terriers Series by Jacob Chance will devour Blitz by A.M. Williams, a light and humorous, enemies to lovers romance.

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One sexy football player. One sassy small town librarian.

Is there any hope for happily ever after?

Charlie

HEA? No way.

Jasper Sutton is the reason I watched my dream go up in smoke.

I don’t care that he’s ridiculously hot and the night we met was one of the best of my life. The fact that he’s also funny and easy to talk to means next to nothing. 

He tore all my hopes to shreds when he bought the old library to turn it into a gym.

I can’t forgive him. 

Jasper

Charlotte “Charlie” Drake is something else. And I don’t mean that as a compliment.

She might be gorgeous and sexy, but she’s also headstrong and stubborn.

I get it–I messed up. I didn’t have all the facts and took things too far.

But I’m crazy about her. She’s the only woman who looked past my name and reputation to see the real me. I want to prove to her that I’m serious, I’m sorry, and we could be good together.

What does it take to get over the ultimate fumble and still win the game?

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Copyright 2021 @ A.M. Williams

“Not gonna lie,” I said after a few minutes of silence. “I wasn’t expecting you to drive a truck.”

“Why’s that?” he asked.

I shrugged even though he wasn’t looking at me. “I think it’s because you’re a pro athlete, so I just assumed you’d want some type of sports car.”

He said nothing for a moment and I glanced at him. I watched as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He finally asked, “How’d you find out I was an athlete?”

I shrugged again. “Someone said something.”

“Someone had to tell you?”

Was he offended?

I looked at him and caught the surprise on his face. “Yeah?” I knew it came out sounding like a question, but he sounded way too offended for the situation.

“I have a milkshake named after me.”

I blinked at him, not sure where he was going with this. All I could hear was Kelis singing about milkshakes in my head as I asked, “So?”

“And a burger. My number’s retired at the high school.”

Ah, that explained the framed football jersey in the foyer of the high school then. I’d been wondering about that and hadn’t asked.

“That just screams famous or something,” he continued. Who was he trying to convince? Me or himself?

“Dude, it’s just a milkshake. Having something named after you doesn’t mean shit. For all I knew, you’d won a contest.”

“At every place in town?”

Okay, he had me there. There were a lot of things named after him. I might have looked that up earlier in the week. Still didn’t mean much.

“Maybe you like eating contests. I don’t know!” And now I was the one grasping at straws. I needed to shut up.

He grumbled something under his breath, but I didn’t bother trying to figure out what he said. I really couldn’t get over the fact that he was this butt hurt over me not knowing that he was this famous guy and that he had stuff named after him because of it.

It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me.

About A.M. Williams 

A.M. Williams is just a simple girl from the south that found herself living abroad. When she’s not annoying her cat or reading, she’s spending time with her husband and traveling as much as possible. She has a serious case of wanderlust and wants to go as many places as possible while she can. She loves Cheerwine, sweet tea, and North Carolina (eastern style) BBQ as well as those crystal clear waters on the North Carolina coast.

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