Eff Marry Kill

It was supposed to be a game, not her future.

Nova
When I agreed to play Eff-Marry-Kill, I didn’t realize my diabolical friends would set me up to fail. I mean, a goo monster, an infuriating pitcher, and Napoleon? Really?

Now, the only answer I want is the one I can’t have…my brother’s arrogant best friend, Huxley Saint. The whole world is a joke to him, and I think I’m the punchline.
He’s supposed to be the man I hate, not the one I dream about.
But when I’m in trouble, and he comes to my rescue, I quickly realize that this might not be a game at all.

I think this cocky pitcher might be my future.

Huxley
Falling for Nova Riley is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.
She’s a fiery little star who keeps me guessing.

But convincing her to give me a chance has been impossible.
She thinks she’s a secret, and that the way I feel is just a game to me.
She’s so wrong.

I’m not keeping score here.
I’m trying to keep her.

Who would have guessed that a late-night rescue would be the shot I needed?
Now, I’ve got her right where I want her, and I’m not letting go.