That's the sound from the football field when Knox Lynch takes down the offense. He’s big and strong, the best defensive end in the league. Tough. Scary. Dumb. At least, that’s all that most people seem to see of him. Except…
BOOM.
That’s also the sound Daisy McKenzie’s heart makes when it beats hard against her ribs when she’s anxious and worried. She’s doing great now—she’s moved beyond her past and is focused on her future, taking steps to lead her to independence and happiness, like getting her degree and working as an art conservator. Yes, she’s doing great. Except…
BOOM.
That’s the sound of two lives colliding when Daisy and Knox meet. And the sound of both of their hearts, when they start to beat for each other.
IT’S 4TH AND GOAL FOR LOVE…SHOULD KATIE GO FOR IT?
Katie Bell is Nutty. You know, Nutty the Chipmunk? Katie is the woman inside the costume, one of the mascots for her town’s football team, and Davis Blake—gorgeous, aloof, tough Davis Blake—is the starting quarterback. Until he gets injured and his season, and possibly his career, are over. Davis needs her help, and Katie sees a temp job working for him as an opportunity to secure her future with the football team. But is there more possible for both of them? Maybe friendship? Maybe...love? When it’s fourth down, can both Katie and Davis put their hearts on the line and take a risk?
“You’re not going to do some crazy fangirl thing, are you?” “Oh, please!” I scoffed. Yes.
So what if Dylan McKenzie came back home to northern Michigan? It wasn’t like he would ever notice me, the shy girl lurking around the edges of the pool deck while he passed around his gold medals like it was no big deal. He was one of the best swimmers in the world now, not a 13-year-old who said a few nice things to a little girl following him around like a puppy. So what if he asked me to come with him to the biggest international swim meet of the year in Spain? He was just interested in my writing skills to finish his autobiography. And if he kissed me, well, it was probably just due to the adrenaline after winning his race! So what if he had secrets in his life that were tearing him apart? It wasn’t like he needed me. Or we were going to end up together. But maybe…
Thanks for posting the link to Jamie Bennett's books, love having a new author who writes a great story, an interesting "regular" h with depth and and credible sports backgrounds. I had not read many stories about professional swimming and Stroke by Stroke was really good. Bonus to find out this was not one of her newer books, giving me more to read this weekend.
Post by Banana Boat on Aug 2, 2020 17:28:38 GMT -7
Your'e welcome! Have you read Mariana Zapata before? She has two sports books, football players, with "regular" h's. She's also a favorite of mine. Slow burners.
Reagan Reynolds... Water polo god. Owner of a face that belongs under Wikipedia’s definition of drop dead gorgeous. Too charming for his own good. But most importantly––the worst driver on the planet.
No, really, I’m pretty sure his blind nana taught him how to drive.
I had no idea who he was until he almost ran me over. And frankly, I kind of wish I still didn’t because then I wouldn’t have a sprained ankle to show for it. And my leg wouldn’t resemble a boa constrictor that’s swallowed a feral pig.
Yeah, it’s that bad.
I’ve spent years saving every penny I’ve ever earned to be able to transfer to Malibu University. And now my entire future––including my scholarship––is in jeopardy.
So I either accept the help he insists on giving me, or lose everything I’ve sacrificed for.
In the meantime, I’m going to ignore the fact that we’re becoming friends.
And I’m definitely going to pretend he’s not turning into the object of my…umm, dirty fantasies.
That’s not happening.
Not even a little.
Because the minute I clapped eyes on him I knew he was nothing but trouble.
Thanks Banana Boat for suggesting M. Zapata, she's one of my fav sports authors (along with Sara Ney, Meghan Quinn, Karla Sorenson, Odette Stone....did I mention Odette Stone?) Tried to link this reply to yours, but after totally screwing it up, I just am doing a fresh post. I'm a smart girl but to watch 6yo's best me at computer literacy is humbling....!
Sorry for the delayed response, I tend to wait until Friday or Saturday to check the boards as a wonderful little end of the work week reward. Many, many thanks to all of the posters who make my weekend reading so sweet.
I hated the h in The One That Got Away. And the book was a DNF for me, but I am the minority judging by the reviews of the books and a few conversations had with fellow romance readers.
“Hawks fans still in shock after centerfielder, Shepherd Oliver, sustained season-ending injury last night in the 5th inning of the playoffs against Chicago.”
Two years ago, I was a pretty big deal. I thought I had it all, until a blast from my past popped up on my social media feed, keeping my ego in check and reminding me how basic I am. Except sassy Wren Bennett isn’t just a blast from my past. She’s the only woman I ever saw a future with.
Even though my soul leaves my body every time she says she hates baseball and has never watched me play, a year’s-worth of messages filled with laughter and sarcasm only remind me how amazing my “pen pal” is. Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter how fine I look in a pair of baseball pants; I’m still 3,000 miles away, and she’s taken... or so I thought. Maybe I should have thought a little harder before I dropped her like a seeing-eye single into the outfield.
When an injury has me questioning everything about my life, I can only think of one place I need to go and one person I need to see. Home, to Summersweet Island, to get back my “pen pal.”
Now I just need to make sure single mom Wren knows I didn’t come back for a change, and I didn’t come back for a job. I’m swinging for the fences, and I’m finally coming home to make her mine. If only she’d stop insulting me and stay in one place long enough for me to tell her. She wouldn’t try to drown me with a tub of ice cream, right?