The Bradford Boys

My brother’s best friend might be a cocky wide receiver with an ego the size of Texas, but I swear I didn’t mean to almost kill him with a ghost pepper.Logan Murphy should come with a warning.He’s as hot as a Carolina Reaper on black asphalt in the middle of July.With perfectly messy dark hair and smoldering blue ey...

He’s a grumpy, retired kicker who says he only breaks things. I’m a thirty-year-old virgin with something he can break (and I don’t mean my heart)…How does one get to be a thirty-year-old virgin?In my case, start with being risk-averse and cautious, focused on building your career, then inherit your 12-year-old, sp...

We promised our love was forever. A decade later, two little blue lines might settle the score.You’ve heard of those kids who peak in high school?Meet my love life.Garrett Bradford was mine from the moment we saw each other in ninth grade.Even then, he was a six-foot-four mountain of muscles with bright blue eyes, a w...

Football is my life. I’m not interested in marriage or babies or poopy diapers. Yet here I am, standing in front of a judge saying “I do,” with a six-month-old on my hip and an aspiring storm-chaser on my arm.From the time I was a little boy, sleeping with my head on a football, I’ve had one goal: carrying on the B...

Coach Bradford has a dirty little secret… and it’s not (just) me.Jack Bradford is the oldest of the Bradford siblings, my best friend’s brother, and my son’s football coach.He’s six-two, dark hair, ocean-blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a square jaw that’s perpetually flexed.He’s a hero in our small town, and the...