I’m the starting quarterback for the Portland Pirates, and I have a thing for my son’s teacher. Except I didn’t know the cute blonde on the beach with the giant dog was, in fact, my kid’s teacher until two months later at Open House.
Christian took my breath away during the second week of my two-week vacation at the beach and introduced me to things I never knew could feel so good and be so right. I think he just might be the one who inspires me to tell the world that this NFL quarterback is bisexual and in love with a man.
That is until I blew the best thing to happen to me since my kids were born. All I know is I have to get him back. I had to find a way to keep him.
I never imagined I would meet the love of my life while being bowled over on the beach by the overeager Newfoundland I was dog-sitting. But that’s exactly how I ended up on my back in the sand, wrapped in his arms and pressed into the sand by the six-foot-five dark-haired Adonis on the beach. Did I mention he had two beautiful children?
Our week together was worthy of a sexy modern-day fairytale full of promises about the future until he sent me the text that broke my heart. And how was I supposed to get over him when his adorable six-year-old son was in my class?
Find out how Alex and Christian ache to overcome some daunting complications to reunite in The Quarterback Keeper, Book One of The Package Deal Series.
Title: The Quarterback Keeper
Authors: Rheland Richmond & Emerson Beckett
Series: The Package Deal, Book 1
Genre: Contemporary, Sports Romance.
Tropes: First Time Gay; Single Dad; Bisexual Experience; Sports Romance; Football Player and the Teacher.
Holy… fucking… shit! He was so hot in his tight black pants and purple t-shirt. I knew Alex was ripped because I had personally licked all those muscles. But that uniform did things to me that shouldn’t be happening in public.
Alex spotted us, then sent me his secret smile, just for me. It was the smile he gave me when he was about to take me apart and edge me with his tongue. I had to inconspicuously press my palm to my cock to settle it down. When that didn’t work, I had to think about first graders with runny noses and Sampson’s giant dog poop. That did the trick and deflated me like a balloon with a pinhole.
On his way to the sideline, Alex walked up to a ball boy and picked up two balls and what looked like a Sharpie marker. He turned and jogged over to the sideline, heading straight for Coop and me. I may have squealed a little, but I would never admit it out loud. Thank god there was no one around to hear us.
When Alex reached me, he tossed his head back.”I like your jersey. That’s a good number. Are you a fan?”
“Not really. He’s okay looking, but nothing special.” He knew I was lying through my teeth.
“Really? I heard he has a big cock.” He’d dropped his voice lower, but of course, Cooper heard.
“LALALALALALALA!” Cooper blurted. “I don’t want to hear that shit! Ewww…”
We both burst out laughing at Cooper’s silliness.
“But,’ Cooper said, “if you tell me number 88 is gay or bi, I’ll take that as payment for your faux pa.”
Alex around, then back to Cooper. “Sorry, Coop, I don’t think Foster shares our preferences. But I could be wrong. You can never really tell.”
“Here ya go, babe,” Alex said, handing me a signed football. The inscription read, “To Mr. St. Clair’s Class, work hard and play harder. Go Pirates- signed Alex Hayes #7.”
“And do you mind taking this one to Zach at school?” I waited while he finished writing, then took it from his hand. Our fingers touched, and sparks shot through my body. My breathing sped up, and my face began to flush.
“Careful there, teach. Someone looking at you might think you like me.”
I cleared my throat and tried to get myself back together, but my damn dick didn’t follow directions.
“They’d be wrong. I don’t like you. I love you.” I watched Alex go to mush at my words. Touché QB. You melt me, and I melt you right back.
The sound of gagging and retching beside me drew my attention away from Cooper, who feigned throwing up at my sappy words. I elbowed him in the ribs. “Shut up, fucker.”
For as long as she can remember Rheland’s had her nose stuck in a book, getting lost in the world of someone else’s creation (She still does). Her love for writing came from her love for reading. She could never have one without the other.
Writing has always been a hobby and a cathartic experience for her. There are many stories lost to the never to be completed or published pile but needed to be written at the time.
She’s just a girl that loved stories so much she wrote hers.
Rheland would love to hear from her readers and learn more about Y’all. So if you get a chance… please get in touch.
Who is Emerson Beckett? That’s a good question.
I’m a retired educator who loves all things romance and an avid reader and consumer of well-written M/M romance books.
My journey to becoming an author started with an idea I had one night while I sat reading on my sofa. That idea became an email that ultimately resulted in me editing for three wonderfully talented M/M romance authors. The third referral led to an opportunity to co-write with one of the most genuine and kindest people I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. (She’s my co-author for Quarterback Keeper.)
I’m a wife and a mother of three beautiful adults, one of which is trans and responsible for my love of this genre. All three have since left us with an empty nest that is now full of pets.