Quarterback: Bad Boy Sport Star Romance. by Emma Jones Read Free Book Online

years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

Chapter 1.

    Katie hated Christmas.
    This time of year evoked so many painful memories for her. It was the time of year when she felt the loneliest, like she had no one in the world to hold on. During these cold December weeks in the Midwest, she barely had the energy or the drive to get out bed. Every year, during these days, all she could think of, was her last Christmas in New York. Not so much of a holiday for her ever again.
    Unfortunately, staying in bed during the Christmas season is a luxury the owner of a cupcake business does not have.
    She’d started the business after graduating from CIA, New York’s premier culinary school. So many people had expected her to stay in New York City since her graduation. But ever since she could remember herself, all she wanted was to have a simple life, filled with love, sweetness and pastry, in her beloved and peaceful home town, Chrisberg, Minnesota, population, established.
    This place had so much history, so much romantic history. It was said to be founded in 25th of December 1689, at Christmas, by a husband and wife in desperate search of a refuge from Native American fur trappers. Forced to flee their home in the dead of the Minnesota winter. The wife was pregnant and the couple had no resources. There no chance in surviving the dark, dense, freezing cold forests. It is also said that they were up against a pack of wolfs that was after them, some say that the pack actually protected them from bears into their journey for survival.
    Not only that, but the wife suffered through a painful pregnancy but she gave birth to a healthy baby boy. This birth was considered to be a Christmas miracle, powered by love. And soon after, their survival got well known.
    The boy was named Chris. Shortly after his birth, more people wandered through the area that the couple now called home. The travelers were invited to stay and soon began building permanent living quarters. Eventually a town was formed. The town of: Chrisberg.
    Every Christmas, tourists from in and out of state would flock to the small town.
    There had always been whispers around town that the story of the couple is a myth. Almost 300 years later, whether or not it was fact or fiction, hardly mattered. The myth had created a magical aura around the town. During the tourist season, lovers, young and old, walked the snow-covered streets arm in arm radiating love and contentment.
    Seeing all those happy couples only increased Katie’s sense of loneliness and isolation. But ironically it was the best time of year for her business.
    It was exactly one week before Christmas and the bells on the front door seemed to jingle every few minutes as townsfolk came in and out of the store all day. The ones that couldn’t come in would make their orders by phone. This time of year, there was never a moment when that thing wasn’t ringing.
    A couple years ago, Katie had attempted to bring the shop into the digital age by creating an online ordering system. But the townsfolk did not react well to the idea. Some people even accused her of thinking that she was better than they were because she had been to some fancy New York culinary school and had been featured on national news shows a couple times.
    When news of the rumors got around to Katie she didn’t react. She understood exactly why they had responded like that.
    In Chrisberg people put a very high value on community. They didn’t mind having to wait on the cue at the store. It was a time to socialize and to participate in a little local gossip, sometimes harmless, sometimes not. People wanted to have an actual interaction with another human being, not a computer.
     That desire for real human contact was part of the reason that the town had kept its quaint charm for all these many years.
     
    “Katie, there’s a phone call for you,” said Monica, one of the local college students who worked in the bakery. She