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JUST BEACHY is a 'play ball' novella showcasing an original SunKissed Series. Introducing a new generation of Richmond Rogues, the Barefoot William beach and boardwalk, and seaplane travel to a private island.
To be released: February 2023
The Florida beach town of Barefoot William may be home to Rylan Cates, but the pro baseball player needs to focus on spring training. To keep himself and his four dogs organized for the next eight weeks, he decides to hire a personal assistant—and Beth Avery turns out to be the perfect pinch hitter.
Beth is still looking for her place in the world, and a couple months caring for Rylan's two dachshunds, his golden retriever, and a Great Dane named Atlas should shore up her finances before she moves on. Except it's Atlas appears to have other plans. Beth swears the dog is pushing her toward tanned, scruffy, sexy Rylan every chance he gets. One more strike and she's calling the dog out—unless she and Rylan admit that the attraction they're feeling is a game-winning grand slam.
TEASER “Be my boyfriend for one hour.”
Halo Todd stared at the woman dressed in the chicken costume. At least, he assumed she was female. Feminine voice. Short in stature. Indeterminable age. She wore a padded yellow, feathered jumpsuit with orange leg covers and spiky chicken toes. The head cover had a red wattle. A sharp black beak.
Six-fifteen a.m. on a Monday morning, and she paced outside Jacy’s Java, a popular coffee shop in historic Richmond, Virginia. Brick buildings and sidewalks. Gas streetlights and narrow avenues. A hint of dawn was on the horizon. He’d purchased a double espresso in preparation for his drive south.
The Rogues were about to begin spring training in Barefoot William, Florida. He played right field. It was the second week in February. Pitchers and catchers had already reported. Position players had another week.
The morning was chill. Fifty degrees. Overcast skies. A stiff wind blew from the north, ruffling the chicken’s feathers. Who the hell was she? He scratched his head, asked, “Do I know you?” He had, on occasion, slept with women and not known their names. He would have remembered a chicken.