Endgame (Endgame Trilogy Book 1) by Tiye Love

21 Mar



TIYE LOVE recalled reading romance ever since she was a young child and would sneak and read the Western love stories her grandmother kept on her bedside table. Although she didn’t understand half of the words she read at the time, something about those books captured her attention. As she grew older, her love of romance expanded to other genres, and she became a fan of anything remotely related to reading and books, such as libraries, bookstores, and the coffeeshop around the corner.

She loves to travel and has lived in several cities, including New Orleans, Washington D.C., and Houston, and finds inspiration for her stories from every place she has had the fortune to visit or inhabit.

When Tiye is not obsessed with her latest characters, she spends time with herself, family, and friends doing whatever she can to create her best life possible.






Endgame (Endgame Trilogy Book 1) by Tiye Love

Psychologist Dr. Zoe Broussard has always been a no-nonsense, play by the rules woman until she meets her new client. From the moment the impossibly gorgeous Michael Carson walks into her office, she finds herself dangerously drawn to him and irrevocably hooked.

Michael is an NFL quarterback with a multi-million-dollar contract and a penchant for breaking hearts. He’s used to getting what he wants, and he’s determined to tempt his hot new therapist into exploring the obvious passion between them. Even though there’s another man in her life.

Can Zoe resist Michael’s charms and her growing feelings for him? More importantly, is she willing to risk everything for a man who may not be there tomorrow?



Excerpt: Endgame (Endgame Trilogy Book 1) by Tiye Love

It had been four days since the party, and I had refused all calls and texts from him. He had sent a diamond and emerald bracelet, which was my birthstone, delivered to the office in a beautifully wrapped box yesterday. I didn’t know he even knew when my birthday was. Surprisingly, Michael did not show up at the office during his appointment time. I admit a part of me was disappointed, but a part of me felt relief that maybe now I could let go of him. I thought he had given up until I saw him sitting outside of my house.

He had the first official game of the season tomorrow, so I thought he wouldn’t contact me again until afterward. I missed him terribly, and the fact that tomorrow was important for his career, but he still wanted to see me, was breaking my resolve. I began pacing because I didn’t know what else to do.

“Babe, please stop. You’ve got to believe me, I did not plan or want her to be there. She surprised me.”

I unlocked and opened my door, but before I could close it in his face, he pushed himself inside. He walked to my open living area and watched me with a frown.

I remained at the door. “Please leave. I don’t want you here.”

“Come on. You don’t mean it,” he reasoned. “Why are you so upset? You have a man.”

“Are you serious? You know what, you’re playing games. I have been honest about my relationship with Xavier. If you’d told me about her, at least I wouldn’t have been blindsided by the two of you. She walked around as if you bought your house together and you didn’t seem to mind. If I knew you were back together, at least I would have been prepared and wouldn’t have made a fool out of myself in the pantry with you!”

“What was I supposed to do? I never told her that we were back together. I wanted to be with you, but you’re too worried about being seen with me.” He came closer, and I stiffened.

“Did you get the bracelet I sent you? Did you like it?”

“I received it and I would have returned it if I knew where to send it.”

He looked hurt, which almost made me relent, and then I thought about him kissing Taylor after being in the pantry with me, which angered me all over again. “I don’t want you here. I would ask how you found me, but you know what, I don’t care!” I screamed the last words. “Leave. Leave!” I stomped around like a two-year-old having a tantrum.

He stood in place, looking slightly amused instead of worried now. “I’m not leaving until we talk.”

“I don’t want to hear the shit you have to say. You’re wasting your time.”

“Am I? I didn’t know you cursed so much,” he said with humor before saying calmly, “Come here.”

“Are you kidding me? I want you out!” I headed back toward my front door.

He called to me again. “If I’m wasting my time, come here and prove it.”

I didn’t turn around and stopped at my door. “Prove what?”

“If you don’t want me anymore, look me in my face and tell me.”

“I don’t want you,” I said, barely looking him in the eye.

“I’m going to walk out that door and never bother you again if you come here and look me in the eye and tell me you don’t want me anymore.”

I looked at him then. “Okay.” I didn’t move.

“Come here,” he said with a smile, his dimples showing.

He was breaking my resolve and I felt so weak—but powerful at the same time—because he had come after me. Didn’t that prove he was sorry? That he still wanted me? Then the other side of me…

“Please,” Michael said with a calm intensity that demanded a response from me.

“Why can’t you come to me?” I asked in a soft voice. I was scared to move.

“Cut the bullshit. You’re mad at me. I get it. But if you really didn’t care, you would’ve taken my calls and made it clear that it was over. You’re mad because you’re battling between what you think and what you feel. I need you to come to me and tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right now.” He never took his eyes off me.

I gasped involuntarily because his words instantly turned me on, but I pretended otherwise. “You think I want to fuck you? Seriously?”

He walked into my kitchen, an open floor plan, and leaned his back against my island, so sure of himself. “No, you want me to fuck you, which I plan to do until you forgive me.”

“How about I forgive you first because I don’t want you touching me.” I hugged myself because he was making this harder than I ever imagined, and all I wanted to do was go to him. I was madder at myself than him at this point because I did want him to fuck me. He never looked sexier in his plain black T-shirt, dark jeans, and boots as he did at this very moment.

“You don’t want me to touch you?” He raised one eyebrow in disbelief. “Stand in front of me. If you’re done with me, then you should have no problem being close to me.”

I sighed in frustration. No matter how much I wanted to give in, I was not going to let him think it was acceptable for him to treat me like that. I remained a few feet from him, focused on my tapping right foot, trying desperately to hold on to my justified anger.

“Let me make it up to you.” Michael’s voice was barely above a whisper.

I closed my eyes, anger almost gone at the gentleness in his voice.

“Zoe…please, I’m sorry.”

I slowly opened my eyes to his watchful ones. Only stubborn pride remained as I reluctantly walked toward him with folded arms. When I was in front of him, he took my hand and kissed the inside of my palm. He gazed at me with those gorgeous eyes. “If we’re done, tell me right now. Tell me. Tell me…” he kept saying repeatedly as he kissed my face, lips, and neck.

Michael took my face in his hands. “Zoe, I don’t want to be with anyone else but you. She doesn’t mean anything to me. No other woman does. Do you hear me?” He kissed me hard and fast. “I can’t let you go. I can’t. I fucked up. I was playing games to show you what you were missing by not being with me.”

( Continued… )

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Game Time (Endgame Trilogy Book 2) by Tiye Love

After making the decision to take a chance on love with sexy NFL player Michael Carson, Dr. Zoe Broussard is more than thrilled to be the lady on his arm. She has always been independent with self-confidence but soon discovers that the lifestyle of a superstar athlete may be more than she
bargained for.

Michael is determined to prove to the beautiful and headstrong Zoe that he is worth the risk and loves only her. As his world becomes hers and obstacles are thrown in their path, he begins to doubt if he is truly the man she deserves. Now that they’re officially a couple, can Zoe adjust to losing her career as she has known it? Will their love survive, especially when a person from Michael’s past resurfaces and tensions strain their relationship?


Excerpt: Game Time (Endgame Trilogy Book 2) by Tiye Love

It was Michael’s birthday and the night of the party. Bunny suggested that Michael and I be the last to arrive so that he could make a grand entrance. He was handsome in brown pinstriped fitted pants with a pale blue shirt. His mask was brown with some sparkles. I wore a pale blue halter dress that hugged my curves and stopped at my knees. I had taken my faux locks out and wore my hair in a sleek ponytail. I completed my look with a glittery white mask with feathers. I knew he loved the way I looked because he kept touching me, focusing on my bare back.

When we walked in, everyone yelled Happy Birthday and cheered. Michael’s smile was so big, showing off his dimples. He glowed with excitement, which made him even more amazing. It was my turn to have trouble keeping my hands off him. We went around hugging everyone and mingling. Bunny went all out and transformed her house into an intimate club with a live band and all. The main area was barely lit and with our masks it wasn’t that easy to figure out identities. There were gold and black balloons throughout the house. The waitstaff served food and cocktails consistently, and Bunny had set up small bar tables and stools throughout so we could sit or dance.

I introduced Max, who looked sexy in a black dress with two side slits that showed off her shapely legs, to Michael. “This is my new friend, Maxine.”

He shook hands with her husband and said, “What’s up?” while sending a smile toward Max. “Zoe needed some friends. She’s been getting on my nerves always wanting to be up under me.”

I shook my head. “Nonsense. He’s the one wanting to know where I’m at the minute I’m out of his eyesight.” We all laughed, and Michael and I decided to sit with them to eat. After we finished the delicious meal, I went to find Bunny to thank her for doing this because as much as I didn’t like her, it was a fabulous party. More importantly, Michael was enjoying himself.

I found her directing the catering staff and approached. “Thank you so much, Bunny. This party is lit and a wonderful idea for the team. Michael can’t stop smiling.”

She barely acknowledged me and walked away, saying over her shoulder, “You’re welcome. Anything for Michael.”

I stood there for a moment, uncertain about how I should feel. That woman really doesn’t like me. When I headed back to the table, Max whispered, “I take it that didn’t go too well?”

“Nope, she’s got issues.”

“She does, but shake it off. This is a good party, and the men are happy.” And they were. Michael and Rob sat across from us, catching up on something that happened at practice, totally animated in their conversation.

“You want to dance?” Max asked.

“Yep.” We left our men and headed to the area reserved for dancing. Max was a lot of fun and the kind of person who would fit in with my friends. As soon as I could, I was going to invite her to dinner with us.

“Zoe, who’s that at our table?”

I had been so caught up in the music that I wasn’t paying attention to our table. I glanced over and a woman in a short, skintight red dress with a red mask stood leaning over Michael with her cleavage in his face. Even though she faced Michael, all three were involved in the conversation and laughing. It was hard to recognize everyone with their masks, but she arrived later than us, and I had no idea who she was.

“Should we be jealous?” I asked.

“I’ve been dealing with hoes for a long time and she definitely is one.” Max frowned. “But I’m not jealous. She seems to only have eyes for Michael.”

I hate this part because it’s so not me to have to check women. Michael should, but he doesn’t like hurting a woman’s feelings unless they go too far. He usually smiles and gently removes their hands if they touch him. He wasn’t doing anything with this woman, and she seemed familiar with him based on her body language.

“You want to go back?” Max asked.


When we approached the table, the woman stopped leaning over Michael and stood. “I’ll talk to you later.” She sauntered off without saying a word to me.

Max and Rob discreetly left the table.

“Talk to you later?” I repeated to Michael as I took the glass of champagne he had just lifted to drink and placed it not so gently on the other side of the table. “Michael, what did she mean?”

He vehemently shook his head. “She’s trying to get under your skin. I lost her number a long time ago and she no longer has mine.”

“So, you know her? Is she a player’s girlfriend or wife?” I tapped my fingers on the table, trying to control my anger.


“I thought this party was only for the team and their respective partners?”

“I did too. But maybe she’s friends with Bunny, because she was invited.”

“Friends with Bunny? But I couldn’t invite my friends to my man’s party.” I was officially livid.

“Zoe, it’s cool. Maybe Bunny thought it was all right because we both know her.”

“And how is it that you know her?”

He clenched his jaw and simply stared at me.

I folded my arms, waiting for his answer.

“Before I met you, Bunny introduced us when I first moved here. We messed around a couple of times and then I met you. I haven’t seen her in almost a year.”

“I’ll be right back.” I straightened my dress, took off my mask, and went to find Bunny. The nerve of her to invite that woman when she knew they had slept together.

“Zoe. What are you gonna do?” Michael called after me.

When I found her, Bunny was talking to the woman in red. I was shaking, trying to contain my anger as I spoke to her. “Excuse me for a minute,” I said to the other woman.

She had the nerve to fold her arms and frown at me. I didn’t take my eyes off Bunny as I said to the other woman, “I suggest you walk away now.”

I guess my tone sufficiently indicated my anger, because she left in a huff.

“How are you going to invite some skank that slept with Michael to his party and you know I was going to be here? We may not like each other, but I thought we had mutual respect.”

She tossed her hair. “I don’t know how you thought that. She’s my friend and not some skank. I thought Michael might want to see her since it’s been a long time, and she told me how he was so into her.”

“Bitch, please. You sound stupid. He dropped her as soon as he met me.”

“And how do you explain Taylor?” She folded her arms, which I was surprised she could do in that tight dress.

“Not that I need to explain anything to you, but he only got with her when he couldn’t have me. The minute I got back with him, he dropped her too. You were there, remember?”

She yelled back. “You’re the bitch that thinks she’s better than us! But a woman like you doesn’t know how to keep a man like Michael. You have him for now, but you’re not going to make it past this season. I hear his old girlfriend is coming to work for the team. From what I hear, he can’t wait until she gets here. What are you gonna do then?”

Before I could stop myself. I pushed her hard and she stumbled backward, waving her arms to maintain her balance. Michael came out of nowhere and dragged me away, just as Paul grabbed Bunny. She screamed and cursed and threatened to throw me out of the party. I tried to claw my way back to her, but Michael lifted me from the floor and hauled me to a bathroom away from the party.

He folded his arms and stood guarding the door.

“That bitch! How dare she invite your thot to the party.” I paced back and forth in the massive bathroom.

“Former thot,” Michael interjected calmly.

“I want to go now. I can’t stand her. She’s talking about how I can’t keep a man like you. Why did you let them throw you a fucking party?” I poked him in the chest. “She was trying to humiliate me with her friend and you’re stupid enough to smile in that woman’s face.”

“I didn’t smile.” I got in his face and reading the anger on mine, he backtracked. “Okay. I did smile, but to be polite only. Calm down, Zoe. Damn.” He took a swig of champagne out of the bottle he managed to hold when he stopped me from fighting Bunny.

“Hell no. I knew she would start something—”

Michael grabbed my chin and began kissing me, stopping me from talking any further by pouring champagne in my mouth. He lifted my dress and got down on his knees in front of me. He moved my panties to the side and began licking my clit, evoking immediate pleasure. Despite my anger, I opened my legs as wide as my dress allowed and held on to the bathroom counter behind me, already needing a release from the pressure of his tongue.

“Oh, God, you feel so good. I hate you because you’re trying to distract me from being angry.”

( Continued… )

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Game Changer (Endgame Trilogy Book 3) by Tiye Love

From the moment NFL Superstar Michael Carson walked into Dr. Zoe Broussard’s office, Zoe’s life has never been the same. Now that Michael and the Gators have won the Super Bowl and he openly professed his love for her to the world, Zoe is in the spotlight more than ever. As she adjusts to the newfound attention, practicing psychology again, and most importantly her new roles of wife and mother, she finds herself in the familiar struggle of maintaining her identity.

Michael could not be happier with being at the top of his game on and off the field. He remains steadfast in his love for Zoe and ready to take on the challenges of fatherhood, when he receives disturbing news. In this game of life, is their love strong enough to overcome any obstacles—even sabotage at the hands of someone else?


BOOK REVIEWS: Game Changer (Endgame Trilogy Book 3) by Tiye Love


Nordia Williams – 5.0 out of 5 stars Excellent and Relevant
I was spellbound for 3 days. This is writing at it’s best.. I love this series! We need more from this author.


ShayBooks – 5.0 out of 5 stars Great Series
Game Changer is the last book in the Endgame Trilogy and it was definitely a game changer, Zoe and Michael has been through a lot but their love and chemistry for each other has brought them through. Zoe is a new mother, wife and back to doing what she loves. Michael is doing what he loves and is at the top of his game. You know what that means? Here comes the haters.

The book kept me on edge I was up all night reading , I could not put it down until I found out what happen and who was trying to cause havoc in their lives. I knew this person was jealous and several times I wanted to slap her for the things she was doing. I enjoyed this Trilogy and hated to see it come to an end. I recommend this series i think you would really enjoy it.  I voluntarily read and reviewed an advanced copy of this book. All thoughts and opinions are my own.


Chapter 1: Game Changer (Endgame Trilogy Book 3) by Tiye Love

All great romances end in marriage

“Mommy?” My son called out to me, waking up from his nap on the sofa where I placed him, cocooned safely between a couple of pillows.

I sat on the deck of my mother’s home in Austin, enjoying the peace. I checked my cell and groaned. He had only been asleep for thirty minutes and I had hoped for the usual two-hour reprieve I so desperately needed. I started to get up to check on him when I saw a perfect combo of Michael and me staring up at me from inside the glass door. He tried to open the door but was still too small to do so without help, which was a blessing. MJ was already a handful at eighteen months old and running all over the place. I didn’t need to join a gym, keeping up with him was my exercise.

I opened the door and picked him up, kissing his chubby cheek, bringing him to the chair outside, and cuddled him to me. I hoped he was still tired enough to go back to sleep.

I sang in his ear and rocked him until his pretty eyes closed. His muttering and fidgeting lessened until he was back in a deep sleep. I used the throw on the back of the chair to cover us, and when I checked the time on my cell, I saw that I had several missed calls and unread texts from Michael since yesterday because my phone’s ringtone had been on silent. I stared out onto the lake that was my mother’s backyard as I contemplated what my next step would be.

“MJ woke up already?” my mother asked as she joined me on the deck.

She was growing out her brown and gray locks and wore jeans and a pink sweater, looking younger and younger every day. She had recently gotten married to Mr. Adam in a small ceremony attended by a few of their closest family and friends. I really liked him and hoped he didn’t feel like I was intruding on their newlywed bliss by being here. My mother had taken the day off while he went to work to give us time alone to talk. She had the glow of contentment that could only come from a good man’s love. After being alone for so many years, I was happy that she had met someone with whom she could share the rest of her life. This was their new home on Lake Travis that he had built especially for her.

“Shh! Please, let’s not wake him up,” I whispered. “I need this break. He has been nonstop since we got here yesterday. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s five.”

“He just misses his daddy. You want me to take him back to his room?” My mother reached for him, but I shook my head.

MJ was the son she never had and she doted on him every chance she got. I didn’t even have a room here, but she made sure she turned one of the guest rooms into a room for him, complete with a car toddler bed. He was crazy about his Nana. They first bonded when she stayed with us for a few months after he was born.

“You’re sure? He may sleep longer in his bed.”

I held him close to me, not wanting to be separated from him just yet. “I need to hold on to him for now.” MJ was that rare daddy’s boy. He loved me and needed me when he wanted to sleep or for hunger, but his father brightened his day. He was always more active when his father wasn’t around, and amazingly would be so calm and loving in Michael’s presence.

She nodded with understanding. “You okay, Ladybug? You haven’t told me why you insisted on coming here at the last minute.” She rubbed her hands nervously, and I hated that I was bringing drama to her peaceful doorstep. “Not that it matters, but how long do you plan to stay? What’s going on? Is it Michael?”

I picked up the envelope I had received by courier yesterday while I was still in New Orleans and passed it to my mother. She frowned with curiosity as she took it and sat down in the chair next to me. She opened it and read. I continued looking out at the lake, holding tight to my son and gently rocking.

“Zoe, this can’t be right. I know he loves you.” I didn’t have to look at my mother’s face to know she was shocked and hurt.

A single tear managed to fall, though I fought back the tears hard. I thought I was all cried out over Michael Carson. “You read it right. My husband wants a divorce…”

Chapter 2: Do we really know each other?

Two years ago

My cell rang, and I hit the bedside table trying to find it so I could stop the incessant ringing. Disoriented from being woken up abruptly, by the time I found the phone, it had stopped ringing. I sleepily opened my eyes and looked at the display. I had a missed call from my mother and it was almost noon. Crap. I was supposed to meet her and Lydia for brunch at noon before they flew back to Texas. Michael and I were leaving Miami to go back to New Orleans tomorrow.

I sat up and looked to my side, expecting to see him still in bed, but he wasn’t there. I tried to get out of bed quickly and had to sit back down just as fast, a wave of nausea coming over me. “Good morning to you too,” I said, patting my belly. I hadn’t experienced much morning sickness, but when it hit, it hit hard.

I sat on the edge of the bed to let my stomach settle, confused about whether last night was real. Where was Michael? Did he really propose or was it a dream? God, I hoped it was real. I’ve been having way too many dreams since I got pregnant. An overwhelming sense of sadness came over me, and as I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, I almost cut my eye with the diamond ring on my finger. I sighed in relief, glancing around the room and spying the rose petals and used candles.

I am marrying Michael Carson and having his baby! The warmth of happiness and contentment settled over me. How was I so lucky to be with a man who could have any woman he wanted but chose me?

This time I slowly stood and searched for a robe in the closet. The nausea had passed, thankfully. I picked up my phone and didn’t see a message from Michael. Maybe he had to meet with the team or something.

I quickly texted him to see where he was and then texted my mother that I would meet them in the restaurant downstairs in thirty minutes. I had to tell my mother in person that we were engaged and that I was pregnant, and get on her for keeping it a secret that he had asked her for my hand in marriage months ago. She could have spared us a lot of heartache.

I turned on the shower and picked out a wrinkle-free sundress that I could just toss on to meet with them. I was still in disbelief as I stared at my left finger. Deep down I believed we would eventually get married, but to know that he had wanted to marry me months ago was humbling. Right when I was about to step in the shower, I heard his voice call out, “Zoe?”

I turned the shower off, put my robe back on, and went in the direction of his voice. “I’m out on the balcony.” I must still be sleepy since it didn’t occur to me to see if he was even in our suite.

I walked toward the large balcony that overlooked the ocean. God must have been smiling down on us this day. It was glorious out here, and so was the half-naked man wearing shorts with his muscled chest and abs on display. He sat on the lounge chair with one of his knees bent, his smile wide and beautiful.

“Morning, Dr. Carson.”

All thoughts of rushing to meet with our mothers went out the window. I walked to him and slid between his legs, resting my back on his chest where I wanted to stay forever. He put his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

“You mean, Dr. Broussard. I’m kind of attached to my name.”

He laughed loud. “Zoe, you already doodled Mrs. Carson on the napkin by the bed.”

I playfully smacked his thigh. “All right, smartass. I want to change my name to yours.”

“As if you had a choice.” He kissed my neck, hugging me tight, and I melted in his arms.

“Hmm, you feel good. Morning to you. I thought you were gone.”

“No.” His voice was still gruff, so I knew he hadn’t spoken to anyone until me. “I wanted to sit out here and reflect on everything. I have over one hundred missed calls since last night and I don’t know who most of them are. It’s all so crazy, right?”

“Yeah. I think I’m still in denial because I thought your proposal last night was a dream until my ring reminded me.” I held out my hand to look at it. “You did good.”

He covered my hand with his much larger one and brought it down to rest against my stomach. “I want to make you and our baby so happy.”

“You already do.”

“I guess I know that it’s about to get stupid for both of us.”

“What do you mean?”

“My team just won the Super Bowl and I’m the MVP. My career is going to be on a whole other level that I’ve never even dreamed of. I can’t prepare you for it because I’m not sure what’s going to happen. All I know is that our life will get very busy and demanding. We’re about to have a baby and get married…” He stopped his rambling and hugged me tighter. “I need you so much. I can’t lose you again. I can’t afford to lose us.”

I could hear his worry, his fears, and his excitement. I turned around so that I could straddle him. I put my arms around his neck, our eyes meeting before I leaned my forehead against his. He moaned, opening my robe as he entered me. I winced because I was still sore from last night, but he needed me, he needed to feel our love and connection, and I wanted to be there for him.

I spread my legs so he could fill me with his thickness. I began to slowly ride him as I held his face between my hands. “I’m not going anywhere. Being a new mother and a wife to one of the world’s most famous athletes scares me too. We just have to remember that at the end of every crazy day, it’s you, me, our baby, and God.”

“I think I can remember that, Doc.”


I was pacing the floor because, as usual, Michael was late. It continues to be my biggest pet peeve with him. He was meeting me at the doctor for our first ultrasound and he was late. I texted and called him, and he didn’t respond. Which pissed me off more. I knew he didn’t want to hear my mouth and he would arrive eventually. I had just gone in with the nurse and was preparing to undress when there was a knock on my door.

“Come in,“ I said, thinking it was my nurse.

Michael peeked his head in the room before fully entering, dressed casually in baby blue Nike sweats. “Hey, baby, sorry I’m late. The shoot ran over.“

I rolled my eyes because I knew that would happen when he told me the photo shoot for the Nike ad was scheduled the same day as the ultrasound. I urged him to change the date, though he swore he could do both. His philosophy was that as a family we had to learn to juggle because there was always going to be some personal and professional commitment or obligation.

“Zo, I’m here, right?”

I changed the topic because I hated that he never really learned from being late. Nothing really bad ever happened because of his lateness. “Can I have my privacy?”

He frowned and looked around the room. “You serious? I see you naked every day.”

“I don’t know, it feels weird for you to be in here watching me undress. Wait outside until I’m ready.”

“Zoe, I’m not leaving this room. There is a curtain. I will be on the other side, okay?” He moved to sit in the chair on the other side of the curtain.

As usual, he made sense—well, at least since I’ve been pregnant. Lately I can’t think straight or lacked common sense, and my hormones were all over the place. I was angry, happy, and sad sometimes within the same hour. Michael was pretty much happy all the time now that he had the Super Bowl ring, me, and a baby on the way. It was freaking annoying that I was gaining weight fast, had no control of my emotions, but he was still as handsome, in shape, and calm as ever.

When I started to undress, he poked his head around the curtain and smiled. “Hey.”

I put the clinic gown against my chest. “Michael, I’m serious.”

He chuckled as he disappeared behind the curtain again.

I finished changing and sat on the examination table. “You can look now.”

He pulled the curtain back and then pulled his chair next to the table. “You sure? I mean I can still see your legs.” He ducked as soon as he spoke, knowing I was going to pop him.

My doctor walked in as soon as I swung and missed. She laughed at the sight.

“Sorry, Dr. Turner, but he gets on my nerves.”

“If you knew how often I’ve seen my other patients hit their partners, I would be a rich woman.”

“You’re already a rich woman,” Michael added.

Dr. Turner was one of the most sought after obstetrician/gynecologists in New Orleans. Before I became pregnant, she was already my doctor. When I discovered I was pregnant, she told me she figured it would happen when I missed my last appointment with her since I was receiving shots. I trusted her to be discrete, and she signed a nondisclosure agreement that she and her staff would not leak any details about my pregnancy or the birth to the press. Since Michael had been named MVP, media constantly approached him about his personal life. He had not made any more public statements about our relationship nor revealed that I was pregnant. He wanted to shield me for as long as he could from his world because he worried about my stress level.

( Continued… )

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About the Author
Tiye Love has loved reading romance ever since she was a teen and had no idea that she would ever write one romance novel, let alone several with a passion for many more. She loves to travel, has lived in several cities, and currently resides in Houston, TX. She finds inspiration for her stories from every place or person she has had the fortune to meet, visit, or inhabit. When Tiye is not obsessed with her latest characters, she spends time with family and friends doing whatever she can to create daily moments of enjoyment.  Author website:



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