And without a coach, I have zero chance of winning gold in Rio. I’m his rising star, his best shot at proving himself to his critics. Though each of us would love to be rid of the other forever, we are bound to each other by need and necessity. His stern demeanor complements a body built for intimidation, and his reprimands come from a mouth so cunning, I know it could strip me of my defenses-if I let it. I’ve had to contend with gruff coaches in the past, but Erik is far worse. He’s arrogant and cruel-a man I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy-and by some twisted turn of fate, he’s my new Olympic gymnastics coach.
Also by this author: The Allure of Julian Lefray, The Allure of Dean Harper
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