They call me Kane ‘the bullet’ Bryson.

Sports enthusiasts say it’s for my speed in the pool, female fans say I can get them off faster than any battery-operated alternative.

I’ll tell you it’s both with a wink and a smile.

That is, until shit hits the fan. Trials are coming up for the national team and coach says I need to clean up my image. It would be easier if I didn’t have a nosy blast from the past snooping around for her next scoop.

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When I’m assigned to follow Kane Bryson’s shot for Nationals my first response is a resounding no.

The bad boy of swimming doesn’t need any more press coverage, and this is one reporter who refuses to kiss his arrogant ass. When the decision is taken out of my hands, I decide it’s time to get creative. He broke me once, now it’s my turn to watch him SHATTER.

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This is Book 1 in a new series The Perfect Stroke. Each book will follow a new couple in the same world.

Shatter is an enemies to lovers romance with a guaranteed HEA. It contains adult situations and is intended for audiences 18+ 


This was the world’s worst idea in a lifetime of bad ideas. Of course Coach Turner recognized me, he’d known me back then too. Had taught me in PE, but I still stood awkwardly, hand half extended, professional greeting frozen on my lips as I made eye contact with my own personal nemesis.

Kane Bryson.

The arrogant SOB didn’t bother to greet me, just watched me with a perfectly blank face. As though I were a stranger.

I had spent the morning trying to find a way out. Any loophole would have done. Finally, I was forced to conclude that my only ticket into the big time of sports reporting was through him.

Didn’t mean I had to be nice about it.

My plan was simple. I would let him dig his own grave. Mr. Fagan had been right. Kane Bryson was a womanizer with one hell of a well-founded reputation. I would merely observe and report on his extracurricular activities. If at the end he found himself without a job, reputation in ruins, and struggling to make ends meet? It wasn’t my fault. I would just have done a good job reporting the facts.

He was going to suffer, and I was going to love every minute of it.

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