Zoe, the quiet writer, has a story she never plans to tell.
Erik won't quit until he knows every word.
Falling in love is what I do professionally, not personally.
And technically it's not me falling in love. It's my characters. I write novels that fly off the shelves, making up imaginary happily ever afters to fill the hole where my own should be.
Spoiler: I'm never going to have one of those.
Instead, I go to bed each night safely fantasizing about Erik, the sexy second baseman I have no intention of sleeping with because, like I said, I write romances, I don't live them.
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For three years I've had a crush on a woman who wants nothing to do with me.
And that's fine. I don't need the distraction of a beautiful, sexy, brilliant writer. I'm busy building a team to win a championship. I never expected to make it as a professional ballplayer and this is my one shot at a dream come true.
Aw, hell. Who am I kidding? I want the championship and I want the girl. I'm patient enough to wait for both. The moment Zoe decides she's ready to date I'll be the first one in line ... and I'll do whatever it takes to prove to her I'm the only man she needs.
Ever again.