Kendall
Tracy, General Manager of the San Francisco Miners, is not one for rash
decisions or one-night stands. But when she finds herself alone in a hotel room
with a heart-stoppingly gorgeous man-who looks oddly familiar-Kendall throws
her own rules out the window…and they blow right back into her face.
Drew
McCoy should look familiar, he’s a star player for her team’s archrival the
Seattle Sharks. Which would basically make Drew and Kendall the Romeo and
Juliet of professional football…well, without all the dying. Not that it’s an
issue. They agree to pretend their encounter never happened. Nothing good can
come from it anyway, right? Drew’s not so sure.
Kendall
may be all wrong, but he can’t stop thinking about her and he finds that some
risks are worth taking. Because the stakes are always highest when you’re
playing for keeps.
Drew McCoy
dodged pouring rain as he darted through a puddle-infested parking lot and into
the entrance of the biggest bookstore in Bellevue. As he shook off the rain and
jammed his hands into the pockets of his black North Face fleece jacket, he
nodded at a familiar bookstore employee. He spent enough time here that the
staff knew who he was, despite the fact he always kept his long blond ponytail
tucked out of sight beneath a slouchy knit hat. He didn’t mind because they
kept a respectful distance, but he was occasionally recognized by another
customer. It looked like his luck was about to run out. As he passed the
Women’s Fiction aisle he overheard a woman say to the employee he’d nodded at,
“Wasn’t that Drew McCoy that just walked by? From the Sharks?” Drew darted into
Gardening/Home Improvement and braced himself to be exposed. “That guy looks a
lot like him, huh?” the employee said. “A football player probably doesn’t like
to browse in the Women’s Fiction section of the store, though.” “You’re right,”
the woman said and laughed a little. “He’s probably not into books.” He
sighed with relief. Peeking around the end display, he saw the woman walk away
in the opposite direction. He waited until she got in line at the checkstand,
and doubled back to find the store employee who’d misdirected her. The employee
glanced up from his work in surprise. Drew stuck out his hand. The guy
shook it. He wore a nametag: CRAIG. Drew would be stopping by next week with
autographed team merchandise for him.
Julie Brannagh has been writing since she was old enough to
hold a pencil. She lives in a small town near Seattle, where she once served as
a city council member and owned a yarn shop. She shares her home with a
wonderful husband, two uncivilized Maine Coons and a rambunctious chocolate
Lab. When she’s not writing, she’s reading, or armchair-quarterbacking her
favorite NFL team from the comfort of the family room couch. Julie is a Golden
Heart finalist and the author of contemporary sports romances.
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