Author: vivianfiano

When my ex-wife told me she was leaving West Virginia, I was angry. Our marriage was over, it had been for a long time, but now she’s abandoning our son, and neither of us are happy about it. My assistant, Amber, and I have been flirting for months. There’s a strong connection between us, and we both know it. Tapping into our mutual love for basketball, I bring Amber on to help coach my son’s … my son’s team. Now my ex is back and making demands. I know I should always trust my gut. When I don’t, things go…

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I’ve lost my wife, now it’s time to come home and raise my two kids as a single father. When my son decides to play football on the very same team I started out on, I’m thrilled. I instantly sign up to coach, excited to share this time with him. I’m about to meet some of my team, but I’m not expecting to meet her too. The wind is practically knocked out of me when I spot Karen standing there in a … there in a line of parents all waiting for the same thing—football gear. The connection between us…

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I thought I was helping a friend, but instead I only managed to get myself in a heap of trouble which left me with two options. Coach little league as part of community service…or face jail time. So here I am…coaching little league, a project I wasn’t looking forward to—that’s until I see Stella at the field with her son. Unfortunately for me it takes a lot longer than I’d hoped for her to give … her to give me the time of day.Yet, now that I’ve caught her attention, things are much more complicated than I thought. Who knew…

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I left home a proud, strong woman, determined and eager to support my country. But I came back a completely different person.I’m wounded, scarred, and nothing more than an empty shell. I’ve lost my ability to open up to those closest to me. Why? Because no one understands. No one knows the hell I’ve been through.Every time I close my eyes the nightmares are there, waiting, lurking in the shadows, … waiting, lurking in the shadows, ready to torment me further. My only escape is the sting of alcohol, the burn that numbs my pain. Everyone sees it as a…

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