Novels by Rahmore

Chapter FiveMaya’s POVThe arena pulses with the crowd that has managed to afford the tickets, lining every seat at one end of the rink. It is such a contrast from Eliot’s worry about being able to sell tickets, because this place is filled to the brim.And I guess my new fake boyfriend has to be thanked for that, because more than half the crowd are ladies, waving banners with his picture high in the air. Fake boyfriend. I am yet to wrap my head around it. I don’t think I can do it. Reporters gather near the walkway, checking their mics, eagle eyes scanning the room. I catch Tara looking at me from one corner. Her lips don’t move, but I can read her without her having to speak.It has been a week already since the last meeting with her and Eliot. It's been a week since I last saw Finn and Celeste. Too long to hold this act off. Something has to happen today to get the whole of Chicago talking. The lights are being set up when Jax Mercer jogs out of the door at the other end of

Chapter FourMaya’s POV “A what?”“It is actually a great idea,” Tara beams, hitting her palms together. “We will pair you with Jax. Make him look committed. Settled. What do you think? I can already imagine what people will say. The girlfriend with a clean reputation who tames the bad boy.”A scoff comes from Finn, and for a slight second, I actually think he is going to say something. For someone who has a larger problem in front of her, I sure am focusing on the wrong thing.Heat rushes to my face as I scoot to the edge of my seat. “I can’t… I don’t think…”“It’s brilliant,” Elliot mutters, cutting me off. His gaze sweeps over me, already deciding. “She is pretty enough to be an arm candy for Jax, and it works in our favour that she isn’t famous. Let’s do it.”I look at Jax with my panic in my eyes. Why isn’t he saying anything? As if on cue, he perks up, his grin slowly widening. “Wait a minute. I get to fake date the new PR girl? Interesting. Suddenly, I am a huge fan of this pl

Chapter ThreeMaya’s POV Finn steps in beside me, without Celeste, his fiancée. Still, I look out for her, amidst the roaring of blood loud against my ears. The elevator doors slide shut, and at once, I am so aware of the man I was madly in love with.My back presses against the cool railing, and I try to pretend to breathe normally, taking it slow. I pretend like my pulse isn’t thundering through my ears.Finn stands next to me, like six years haven’t changed a thing. His cologne is sharper than I remember, but still the same. Smoke and cedar, laced with a note that makes my throat ache. The one I personally picked out for him.He still hasn’t changed it. His eyes remain glued to the doors, and a loud silence stretches between us, so loud that it makes me move uneasily on the spot. His eyes watch mine closely, from our reflection on the steel walls.I swallow, feeling my heart trying to claw its way out. Finally, just when I think I cannot take one more minute of this silence, he t

Chapter TwoMaya’s POV “Well, you are definitely not the coffee intern.” His voice is a slow drawl, laced with amusement. Jax Mercer.I did not think I was going to be meeting the players this soon. There are no games today, so doesn’t that mean they are not supposed to be in this part of the building?“Depends on the coffee,” I murmur, the words spilling from my lips before I can stop myself. For someone who should not be friendly with the players, I sure am doing a terrible job at that.I can no longer hear Tara’s heels clicking on the ground, and I just hope the boardroom isn’t hidden, because with how huge this building is, finding it is going to be such a hustle.Jax’s grin widens with my reply. The picture does not do justice to him, and even Tara might have downplayed his looks.Jax isn’t just a charmer. He is jaw-dropping hot. And he knows it.His eyes scan me with a smirk on his lips. “You are new around here.” It isn’t a question.“Maya.” I stretch out my hand. “The new P

Chapter One Maya’s POV When I walk into Northline Sports Agency, I leave behind the Chicago icy wind clinging to my coat. My nerves eat at me from within, but I don’t let it show. Not when my job, my future, and the safety of my son are all dependent on how today goes. Two suitcases, a five-year-old asleep at the nanny’s, and no backup plan. That is what I came to this city with. There is no room for mistakes. “You can do this, Maya,” I whisper to myself, patting down the non-existent crease on my dress before taking a step forward. Inside, the arena smells of wealth and ambition, with the faint smell of sweat clinging to the walls. I take the left into the hallway, like I was instructed via mail. Glass walls mount every corner, and I can hear the sound of heels clicking on the marble ground. A massive framed poster of the Phantoms’ hockey team hangs on one side of the wall, but I don’t linger on it. “Maya Cole?” a voice calls. I turn to find a woman in a bodycon pencil s