Manhattan Storm

I was hailed as the future king of the NFL. I’m Theo Fierro - everyone knows my name.I worked hard. Played harder. I had my eye on the prize.Until it was gone. Then fate crossed my path with Bexley.A siren who put fire in my heart.And every dream and goal became about her.Until it ended.She was a whirlwind of savage possession I wasn’t prepared for.No warning could have ever saved me from being swept up in her tornado.AND LIKE ALL STORMS … ONE DAY IT RETURNED.One day it begged for forgiveness, and for my heart.She had her reasons. And I have mine for resisting.No matter what, our lives are irrevocably entwined.Because as all storms go … the allure to chase them is irresistible.AND MY QUEEN NEEDED TO KNOW WHO SHE BELONGED TO.