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.
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