Lucky Number Eleven by Adriana Locke was recommended by literary_owl and I had to give it a shot. Well, that shot was worth it.
The plot of this 242 page book is – I’ve always been the person that does whatever someone tells me I can’t.
Can’t graduate with a four-point-oh? Check.
Can’t win a modeling contract without trying? Did it. Check.
Can’t make it in the pro football league? Triple check with an MVP Award on top.
When my best friend told me to stay away from his little sister, Layla, it didn’t sound like a challenge. Then again, I’d never seen her before.
He obviously wasn’t thinking about who he was talking to if he believed I could ignore her. I obviously wasn’t thinking of him at all when I fell in love with her either.
Fact of the matter is: I not only fell harder than a quarterback sack on a Sunday night game, but I did us one better. Kind of like that MVP award, only not so shiny. Sort of like my Player of the Year title, except the only thing I’m walking away with is an ex-best friend and a woman that hates my guts.
It’s okay. Just tell me I can’t win her back.
I’m Branch “Lucky” Best and today’s my lucky day.
My View – So we have been over that I was born and raised in New England. Even when I have moved out of the state of Massachusetts, I have remained in New England and am a New England sports fan. With that said, this story screams Julian Edleman. Or at least what we could hope for him. Except we have somewhat been down this road with him. He is number eleven, he knocked up his fling, denied the baby was his but he is not with his daughters mother (except they are currently in the same place at the same time without their daughter, not that I was paying attention to social media or anything lol). I am sure no matter what team you cheer for, you have that one player that comes to mind when you read this. Intrigued? You should be…
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