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In Texas, football isn’t all fun and fanatics…it can be fatal.
Two years ago, I’d married for love.
Little had I known I was marrying into a threesome.
Now my wannabe ex is dead, and everybody thinks I did it.
Worse-I inherited everything…including the Roughriders, the NFL franchise the locals follow with a religious fervor bordering on a cult-like fanaticism.
Imagine, in Dallas, a woman, and worse, a Northerner, running their sainted team?
My name is Brinda Rose, and I’m a Jersey girl caught in the net of Southern pretense, privilege, and back-stabbing, with nary a rule book to guide me.
The whole city seems out for my blood.
But the NFL gave me 90 days to solve my pesky little legal issues and prove I am up to the task of running an NFL franchise. Big of them.
My pal, Lucky O'Toole sent reinforcements in the form of a long, tall, drink of Texas charm named Paxton Dane, although he’s as clueless as I am in the kind of voodoo needed to fend off the coffee-klatch of bored, bitter wives of the power brokers in town.
Intent on protecting their positions (even if it means defending the scum they married) they feast on newcomers with a piranha frenzy.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, I keep seeing flashes of a guy tailing me who looks a lot like my ex.
Could he be alive? The thought has me sleeping with a handgun and doubting my sanity.
With a fortune on the line and everyone from players, to coaches, to investors, to even my former father-in-law, hiding secrets and working angles, 90 days seems an impossibly short amount of time to solve my problems, and an impossibly long amount of time to stay alive.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In Texas, football isn’t all fun and fanatics…it can be fatal.
Two years ago, I’d married for love.
Little had I known I was marrying into a threesome.
Now my wannabe ex is dead, and everybody thinks I did it.
Worse-I inherited everything…including the Roughriders, the NFL franchise the locals follow with a religious fervor bordering on a cult-like fanaticism.
Imagine, in Dallas, a woman, and worse, a Northerner, running their sainted team?
My name is Brinda Rose, and I’m a Jersey girl caught in the net of Southern pretense, privilege, and back-stabbing, with nary a rule book to guide me.
The whole city seems out for my blood.
But the NFL gave me 90 days to solve my pesky little legal issues and prove I am up to the task of running an NFL franchise. Big of them.
My pal, Lucky O'Toole sent reinforcements in the form of a long, tall, drink of Texas charm named Paxton Dane, although he’s as clueless as I am in the kind of voodoo needed to fend off the coffee-klatch of bored, bitter wives of the power brokers in town.
Intent on protecting their positions (even if it means defending the scum they married) they feast on newcomers with a piranha frenzy.
As if this wasn’t bad enough, I keep seeing flashes of a guy tailing me who looks a lot like my ex.
Could he be alive? The thought has me sleeping with a handgun and doubting my sanity.
With a fortune on the line and everyone from players, to coaches, to investors, to even my former father-in-law, hiding secrets and working angles, 90 days seems an impossibly short amount of time to solve my problems, and an impossibly long amount of time to stay alive.