Play The Last Track

<p class=ql-align-justify><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Play the Last Track</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is a contemporary sports romance and book two in the </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Boston Broncos</strong><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> duet. It has everything you need: a golden retriever NFL player who is obsessed with the gorgeous bartender who hates him fake dating forced proximity swoony acts of service and spice that will have you fanning yourself. Pick it up for the tropes stay for the slow-burning romance between Katie and Flynn as they navigate unruly exes overbearing parents unimpressed managers and their two best friends who are sickeningly in love. </span></p><p class=ql-align-justify></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Katie Murphy </strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I've been keeping a lot of secrets lately. For example my ex is kind of stalking me I post on an anonymous YouTube channel that keeps going viral and I once spent an unforgettable night with Boston Broncos tight end Flynn Reed. A night I have been trying to forget ever since. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>But he makes it difficult when he gets himself in a bar fight outside my bar and then asks me to be his fake girlfriend to fix it. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Now I'm moving in and the decisions I've been putting off making are being made for me. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Flynn Reed</strong></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>It was a wrong place wrong time scenario. I lost my cool I broke a guy's nose and it just happened to be caught on camera. My contract's up and the team is starting to think that I'm a liability. My manager's solution? A fake relationship. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Ivy's suggestion? Katie Murphy. </span></p><p class=ql-align-center><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The girl I haven't been able to get out of my head since we spent one incredible night together in Italy over the summer. What starts as a simple PR stunt quickly spirals into something I can't control and I don't think I want to. </span></p>