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Professionally, Danielle Pierce is making a name for herself writing biographies of famous athletes. Her personal life isn’t going as swimmingly, and she’s back on the market after calling off a recent engagement.
Her agent throws her a curveball she never saw coming when she’s assigned to cover the hottest baseball player—on and off the field—Bradley Reynolds. The Dodgers’ third baseman spends as much time on the covers of tabloids as on the sports pages, dating a string of famous models and actresses.
Dani never thought she’d have to see Brad in person again after he broke her heart in college. Seven years later he selects her to write the story of his life, and she’s stuck. If she refuses, she looks like a coward. If she gives in, he wins. She doesn’t know what his game is, but she hopes she’s strong enough this time to play without getting burned.
“I work hard at my job,” Brad said. “You’re about to find out just how hard.”
“If I decide to stay.”
“You’ll stay. You’re too curious not to.”
It infuriated me that he knew that much about me. “Maybe I’ve changed.”
“In some ways, sure, but not in that way.” His gaze traveled down my body. “In some ways you’ve changed for the better.”
Take it all in, Brad. You can look but you can’t touch. “More ways than you’ll ever know.”
A slow smile spread across his face and I knew I needed to get away before I either killed him or kissed him. One or the other was bound to happen soon.
“I’m going to check into my hotel and we can get started tomorrow,” I said.
“I look forward to it.”
I started to walk away, but he called my name, and I turned.
“Your hair still looks like fire in the sun, Red.”
“Stay back or you’ll get burned,” I warned with a smile.
“We’ll see. I plan on getting answers to my questions, starting tomorrow.” He looked so damn confident.
“It’s my questions you’ll need to worry about. Are you sure you’re going to come out of this book looking like anything other than the asshole you are?”
“I think we’re both in for some surprises.”
There was no doubt about that.
Amy Noelle is a thirty-something single woman with three cats. Though she contends that she is not a crazy cat lady, she freely admits to being a crazy football fan. You can find her glued to the couch every fall weekend, cheering on her Seminoles and Buccaneers.
After attending Florida State University for two years, she transferred to Northern Illinois University and graduated in 1997 with degrees in Journalism and Political Science.
She was born in the Azores Islands, Portugal, and lived as a military brat from the west coast to the east coast of the United States, though she's found her permanent home in Tampa, Florida, for the last decade.
Besides football and writing, her other loves are television, movies, the beach, thunderstorms, and her family and friends.