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The Rogues are Back in Town!
Can two strangers with secrets find love?
A gorgeous day in paradise, but Allie Worth has more on her mind than sunshine, white sand, and the sparkling Gulf of Mexico. It's spring training for the Richmond Rogues. The entire town turns out for Rogues' Fest, a weekend of beach activities to rally fans for the upcoming season. The fun begins with a canoe race.
Allie has entered the race. Unfortunately, she's up the creek without a paddle when her partner bails on her at the last minute. As Fate would have it, a handsome stranger in a hooded sweatshirt, sunglasses, and sexy scruff agrees to be her partner. Their strokes are in sync. A meant to be.
Max Traxer has arrived in the small beachside town early for spring training. The newest member of the Rogues. He planned to keep a low profile until Media Day, donning nondescript clothing to keep away curious fans. He'll have time to be all-Rogue when the team gathers for a launch-the-season retreat at Sunkissed Key, an island far from groupies and other distractions.
A weekend attraction heats between Allie and Max, soon going cold when unshared secrets complicate their lives. Are they truly who they say they are? Or are they hiding their real identities? Will they stay together or go their separate ways?
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.