For New York Kings' first baseman Scott Harper, scoring women is easy. He's ready to get naked anytime, anywhere. But when a hacker leaks his nude selfies, he's unprepared for the scrutiny his full-frontals receive.
Carrie McKenzie has a love-hate relationship with her body. No longer the fat chick guys can ignore, she wins the job as the Kings' clubhouse reporter. With her svelte new figure, she nabs an exclusive interview with Scott to get his take on the scandal.
However, the two are already on a first-name basis after Scott came on to her in the hotel bar, and she woke up in his arms. The problem is that Scott doesn't do relationships and Carrie doesn't date jocks, yet the way they burn up the sheets is deserving of more than just a one-night stand.
Scott shows Carrie that he has a sweet, caring side beneath all the swagger. But can she really trust her heart to the biggest player in the game?
"Morning, Care Bear. Sleep well?"
Scott sidles up next to me inside the coffee shop at the Tocumen International Airport, knowing full well that I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night thanks to him.
"Pass me the sugar, would ya?" I ask, pretending like we didn’t just shower together a little over an hour ago.
"So, we're back to this again?" he sighs.
"No. It's just that I don't know how I'm supposed to act around you now.” I take a step away from him, aware of what we must look like as his arm brushes up against mine. “Just so you know, my boss is sitting over there by the window. Not to mention there are New York Kings milling around everywhere. It was drilled into my head when I got hired that sleeping with the players is off-limits. So we gotta keep our distance from each other."
"But don’t you know how hard it is for me to stay away from you?” he says, bumping his crotch against the side of my hip.
I bite down on my lip, and he leans in to grab a napkin, giving me an enticing hint of my mango-scented body wash on his skin. My cheeks start to burn when I picture everything he did to me when his body was covered in suds.
Somehow, I find my voice. "Well, you're gonna have to. I'm not losing my job over you by having anyone find out that I’ve joined your long list of conquests. C’mon Scott, it's embarrassing."
His eyes darken when I tell him exactly what he doesn’t want to hear.
"Fine. I was really enjoying getting to know you, but if you want me to stay away, I'll stay away,” he huffs, pushing off the counter with his hands.
"C’mon, Scott. Don’t be like that. Yeah, I want to see where this is going too, but you have to knock it off with all the sexy talk. It's inappropriate."
"But I like making you blush, and I like kissing you even more." He steps toward me again before freezing mid stride.
"Sorry to be reachin' over you two. I just need to grab a stirrer." Jake intrudes, sticking his body between us.
"How are you doing this morning, Jake?" I try not to appear as flustered as I am.
Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.
Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at firstname.lastname@example.org
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.