thinks they know who I am. I’m that reality TV star that fell in love with
co-star Wesley Rich. But reality wasn’t my life. It was the life I lived in
front of the cameras.
designed to entertain millions of watchers each Monday night.
took one night to relive my past, and one night to forget my future. With
someone who had been there all along.
my life—it’s in my blood.
hard, I play hard, and I win. Nothing
will break my focus.
have been able to avoid it, resist the temptation. But it’s there, playing
every Monday night, an obsession I can’t seem to shake.
know what was harder: hiding it from my best friend, or watching the woman I
want live a life with someone else.
Emerson and Logan are childhood friends who grow up to be a reality television star and and professional soccer player. Now adults, that friendship they had as kids is gone and in its place are two people who dispose one another. Until they don’t.
I liked both Logan and Emerson. They’re both strong, stubborn, and have huge hearts. Plus, Logan is a hot af soccer player. I mean, who doesn’t love a guy that’s good with balls? *wink* They go through so much heartache and drama, obviously since it involves a reality tv show, but end up where they need to be. The banter between Logan and Emerson was great, their drama and obstacles, although a bit over the top made sense, and their connection had me rooting for them. 4 Stars.
“Hypocritical coming from someone engaged to a man that swore he fell in love with you the moment he saw you?” he questions, sarcasm lacing every word that left his mouth.
The shock of his words cripples my ability to respond with a witty comeback. We weren’t having a good ol’ laugh throwing worms in the bottom of Ash’s school bag anymore. And my initial reaction to his cruel words does nothing to calm the sea of emotions ravaging inside me. Logan Carrington was one of them. They all came from the same seed. The seed of men that felt entitled. Screw women, move on, fuck feelings and repeat.
“Knock, knock . . . anyone home?”“You’re a jerk,” I mutter.
“I’m known to be crazy and humorous. Show me the most random picture of a dog in a wig and I’ll be laughing for days.”