Fair Catch Kandi Steiner Novels & Stories

They had just thoroughly offended the Vanderbilt family. The rest of the audience, still present, was stunned. Most could only admire Caitlin’s courage. She had stood up against bias, exposed injustice, and when given the chance to accept a hollow apology—she walked away with grace. It was power. It was dignity. And it was satisfying as hell to witness. In the end, the event organizers stuck to the original results. Kyle remained the champion. But anyone who had seen Howard perform that day knew—he was the real winner. Outside the cultural center, Caitlin reunited with the rest of the Vanderbilt family. Raymond and Eliza scooped Howard up, kissing his cheeks with pride.

She loved joining in the liveliness, and Helen had to send her because she did not have the time for such a frivolous affair. She was also accompanied by a man standing over 1.9 meters tall, his muscles tight and large as if boulders. Hughie Steiner was her college classmate, and he built a business in fitness gyms after they graduated. They recently met again during an alumni meeting and soon found themselves under the sheets. Cindy certainly had fun, since fit people were simply… better. "Who do you think would win today, Hughie?" she asked in curiosity. Hughie thought about it. "It's hard to say… The Chandlers' champion is tenth in Earthrank, while the Turnbulls' is eighth."

“It’s Aria who has no shame,” Sandra said coldly. “A divorced woman who jumps straight into marrying Archer? When it comes to scheming and thick skin, of course Kandice can’t compete. Peter while you’re busy thinking about the William family’s interests, maybe you should think about Kandice’s happiness too. Is it suddenly a crime that she likes Archer? Is it so wrong for her to want a fair chance to compete? “She hasn’t done anything cruel or underhanded. She’s simply pursuing the man she loves—like any other woman would. I don’t see how that’s wrong.” Sandra’s tone sharpened.

with honeyed smiles. The woman beside her was so embarrassed she didn’t dare meet Candice’s gaze. When she saw Candice stand up, she thought she was going to flee in humiliation. But instead— Candice cleared her throat, picked up her drink, and walked casually toward the other side. She leaned against the screen, her tone light and relaxed as she joined their conversation. “Guys, that’s not quite fair, is it? When Kyle and I got together, he was still a sweet little virgin. Didn’t I get eight years of him for free too?”

THE STORY OF Jordan's childhood pops into my head at odd times. I think of my sisters and my mom, wondering if they've faced inequality. What if Candice wanted to play baseball and not softball? Steph chose a career that wasn't as accepting of women. She never complained. Hell, Jordan never complains. She takes shit from the media, the players, and hell, other women.

The next two days, I interviewed four more candidates. I was disappointed to find out that I was right about them being daddy’s little princesses. Well, except for one, Kendra Philips. Her and Cristo would have been a match made in heaven and for that reason alone, I was crossing her name from the list. They had too much in common, her rebellious nature being one of them. Her parents had forced her to study law and after graduation, she became a partner in their firm.

Cathy snapped before stomping away. "You're the fiancée?" Casey crossed her arms. Kandy held out her hand, all smug grace. "Kandy Martin. Pleasure." Casey just glared at it, so I slipped my hand into Kandy's instead, locking our fingers tight. "How much did you pay him? Are you threatening him?" Casey demanded. "I didn't do a thing. I'm just a self-employed business owner and a licensed butcher," Kandy said proudly. "A butcher? It's even worse than I thought! You found a smelly pig killer? What kind of weird shit are you into?" Casey hissed. "Divorce her now. I don't mind you being a second-time engaged man."

The last thing I need is for Kinsley to doubt the truth that has been shared with her. “And who might this be?” Candi says with an envious twinge to her words. “This is my mate,” I say to her as she stares at Kinsley. “I am your mate, Stan. She cannot be your mate,” Candi says as she continues to look at Kinsley. I see the shine of tears in Kinsley’s eyes and move towards her to try and assure her that this was bullshit.