Candace Craft

“I cannot believe you live with Ryan Shay,” Rio whines, his forehead lightly banging on the tabletop in front of him. “How am I supposed to compete with that?”  I roll my eyes at his dramatics.  “To be honest, Ind, I don’t know who I’m more jealous of. If this were any other guy, I’d hate them, but this is Ryan Shay we’re talking about. I wish I were you.”  I turn back to Zanders. “To answer your question, he made me cry.” “I’ll kill him,” Rio decides. ”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“The idea of Ryan Shay, NBA superstar, leaving his apartment and facing the streets of Chicago to replace my flowers which he tried so hard to keep alive that he over watered them is beyond charming.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“Rio DeLuca is one of my very best friends. Our bond has only gotten stronger since we met five years ago, but the guy is a giant kid. He’s twenty-seven years old, playing in his sixth year in the NHL, and his place is still the team’s party house.  He’s got a heart of gold and absolutely no idea how to talk to women.  Hopefully, someday, someone will see past the goofy exterior to realize his potential, but at the same time, he might need to grow up a bit for that to happen. ”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move

“He breaks our connection to look around me. “Hey, I’m Ryan.” Oh my God, Alex is here. Then Ryan continues. “How do you know my girlfriend?”  An uncomfortable breath escapes Alex as he steps off the curb to his natural height. “I uh…we used to…”  Now who’s fumbling? Ryan slides a forearm around the front of my shoulders, holding my back to his chest. He nods towards Alex’s jersey. “Oh,” Ryan says sweetly, patronizingly. “You’re a fan of mine.”
― Liz Tomforde, The Right Move