Títulos en Deportes

Jermaine "JD" Walker, a young man from the gritty streets of Philadelphia, grapples with the harsh realities of gang violence that permeated his childhood. Raised by a hardworking single mother, he finds solace and purpose in the local boxing gym, a haven that provides an escape from the violence that surrounds him. Tragedy strikes from gang-related violence. This profound loss fuels a deep-seated rage within Jermaine, solidifying his resolve to never resort to guns and instead dedicate himself to honing his fighting skills.

Ace Apollon ist der gefeierte Quarterback der Honolulu Hornets. Um ihn zu schützen, engagieren die Hornets eine Personenschützerin, die ihm nicht von der Seite weicht: Alana Amosa. Die Ex-Elite-Agentin ist kühl, distanziert und vollkommen unbeeindruckt vom Charme des attraktiven Football-Stars.

She was one play away from history—until everything fell apart. Quinn Canals was set to become the NFL's first female head coach. Smart, focused, and fiercely determined, she made her name as the league's most innovative offensive coordinator. But one viral moment changed her future—and got her blackballed from the game she gave everything to. With no job prospects and nothing left to lose, Quinn takes an offer from a struggling women's flag football team in her hometown of Baltimore. It's not the NFL. It's not even close.

When Pope left our hometown my life changed. When he came back and saw his nemesis's ring on my finger, I knew he would be angry, but people change, right? When he found out I had a little girl he demanded I call things off with Kal. He says he refuses to let a man like him raise his child. I told him she wasn't his, but he still won't back down.

Just a handful of reasons why I should hate Cesare Salvatore, heir to the Salvatore Sicilian mafia throne. Other reasons? His insanely gorgeous face. How hot he looks in his Formula One race suit. The feral look in his eyes when he’s pounding his enemy into the ground… But as a Mancinelli, I abide by one family rule: Stay away from the Salvatores.

Max Best is not living his—ahem—best life. His job's a drag, his home's a shooting gallery, his hopes are nil, and lately, even his beloved game of football has devolved from a chaotic, ecstatic delight into a cold, calculating equation complete with stats, tech terms, and mindless lingo. But then Max rescues a mysterious old man from a mugging. "Nick" seems friendly enough . . . until he innocently asks his savior, "Would you sell your soul to be a top football manager?" Naturally, Max says yes, and in that instant, everything changes.

„Puchar od Pana Boga” to zbiór opowiadań, w których sport stanowi pretekst do opowieści o sprawach najważniejszych: życiu i śmierci, miłości, przyjaźni i pasji. Ota Pavel pisze o zwycięstwach i porażkach równie ujmująco jak o sarnach i rybach. Doskonała lektura dla czytelników ceniących szczerość, wrażliwość i piękno. „Może każdy z nas dostanie puchar od Pana Boga, ale będą one różnej wielkości, w zależności od tego, jak zachowywaliśmy się na tym świecie. Jeden będzie zrobiony na przykład z nieba. Inny ze złotych gwiazd. A jeszcze inny z Drogi Mlecznej”.

Dane Wade is a breath of fresh air. Sexy, charming, and with abs that could melt any woman’s panties. With my rules and boundaries in place, he is the perfect person to have fun with to pass the time. As long as he knows it will never amount to anything more. Which he does…I think. But then boundaries get shattered. Lines get blurred. I know it’s time to bolt before things get harder, and I risk falling deeper. Running away is the only thing I know how to do. And, in my twenty years on this earth, it’s worked for me.

Jude Sinclair here, hockey player for the Bellevue Bullies and lover of all ladies. Hockey's in my blood, and not to sound full of myself, but I'm good at it...really good. The draft is within my reach - it's mine to take - but that's not the only reason people know my name. They know me because of my way with women. They know the score, and I aim to please. I just tend to stay away from repeat performances. In other words I don't do relationships beyond my family and friends.

Josephine Rossi has recovered from a broken heart, but has vowed that she's all about the desserts now as a recipe tester for Bake It! magazine. Cheesecake never breaks your heart. Unless it cracks on the top, but still, it tastes amazing if you bake it just right. She knows what to do in the kitchen as far as making luscious desserts. Men? Apparently she's not so good at figuring them out, so she refuses to bother. Josephine knows it is safer to stay in the kitchen than to take another chance with her heart.

Frank Ewert's disarming collection of short fiction starts off with an inside view of small-time, big identity Canadian hockey, its meaning, its plays, its lingo. But each story's distinct voice quickly reveals universal themes of rivalry, calling, discipline, infatuation, and national dignity that invite every reader to be more than a spectator. The characters have keen direction and surprising priorities that open this unknown world to the uninitiated.

The Baseball Code is a story about the love of the game; about the smell of a well-oiled glove; about the feel of the handle of the bat as you turn it in your hands; about running across an expanse of green grass on a hot summer afternoon, gazing up at the spinning red seams of a white baseball as it cuts its arc against a bright blue sky, timing your stride and the reach of your arm so perfectly that the ball drops into your mitt like a plum ripe from a tree.

Holly McGuire steht ihre gesamte Highschool-Zeit im Schatten ihres Zwillingsbruders und Eishockeystar Ethan. So auch auf der Feier zu ihrem achtzehnten Geburtstag bei dem sie lediglich eine Nebenrolle spielt. Nur einer schenkt ihr Beachtung, der beste Freund ihres Bruders und ihr heimlicher Crush Callen Followville. Holly schwebt im siebten Himmel und lässt sich auf ein paar unvergessliche Stunden mit dem charmanten Sportler ein.

Recovered from a near-fatal assault and rearmed with his embedded football scouting skills, former nobody Max Best has led his Chester men's team up in the rankings and ratings both on the pitch and in the front office. But there's no rest to be had with what's ahead: the FA Cup. Now, they're playing against big-money teams with big talent and even bigger attitudes. And the elite aren't about to let some smart-aleck, fast-talking upstart and his underdog lads make the powerhouse clubs look like fools. Unfortunately for them, that's precisely what Max lives for.

Coming back to my hometown wasn’t part of my Christmas game plan. Neither was coaching my old high school’s hockey team or crossing paths with Colette McAllister, the Ice Queen of Brooking Sound. Back in high school, she was my biggest crush—and my brother’s biggest fan. Now, she’s all sharp glares, sarcastic quips, and a refusal to admit how much fun she’s having making my life miserable. But when my buddy Tucker bets I can’t get Colette to go on a date and kiss me under the mistletoe by Christmas Eve, I can’t resist.

I had it all: A great job. Fame. Wealth. I didn't have her. She's the one I let slip away—from my bed on vacation. She didn't know who I was or what my batting average was. I got to be myself with her and now I wish I'd gotten her number. Until fate brought her back to me.

I execute many roles: owner of the NHL's Carolina Reapers, CFO of Silas Tech, and genuine fan of all things professional sports. One thing I'm not? Chaotic. I've made my billions off of structure, discipline, and very little risk. So when a friend asks if bombshell romance author Daisy Lewis can shadow me for a month while researching characters for her upcoming release, I don't hesitate to say yes. I mean, she's an author, it's ninety percent typing and quiet time, right? Wrong.

Nia Da Silva is dead… Dead serious about moving on from her past, from roller derby, and the traumatic injury that was a crushing blow to not just her body but her mind. Running away from her problems wasn't the fix she had hoped for. Five years later, she returns to the town that left her with permanent scars. Healing her physical wounds was the bare minimum. She'll finally have to face herself and rediscover who she's always been beneath the lies she's worn like shredded fishnets over bruised knees.

Ricky France-Lynch was moody, macho, and magnificent. He had a large crumbling estate, a nine-goal polo handicap, and a beautiful wife who was fair game for anyone with a cheque book. He also had the adoration of fourteen-year-old Perdita MacLeod. Perdita couldn't wait to leave her dreary school and become a polo player. The polo set were ritzy, wild, and gloriously promiscuous. Perdita thought she'd get along with them very well.

I never met Jack. I had heard the stories a thousand times and even held his medal in my own little hands. In my family, Jack Cooper was a legend, a mythical figure of epic proportions, who quietly led Barnsley to the 1912 FA Cup Championship. Born John Holloway, he was also the same scrapper who took on Millwall supporters, single-handedly battling the crowd who threw rubbish at him from the stands.