Chicago Anchors

Meeting Ross Davis, professional baseball coach and my sports crush, is a funny story involving a stalled elevator, the potty dance, and an attempt to get into his hotel suite. In my defense, that last one was an accident. He came to my room instead with a bottle of scotch and a sad soul. My one night was not a stand, but more like a lie-in. As in, we snuggled and talked and not another thing happened. So, nothing surprises me more than seeing him again when he becomes the manager of the Chicago Anchors, my hometown pro-team, and our paths intersect once more. It's here the story gets fuzzy, because Ross Davis, that sexy silver fox, has a proposal for me. Baseball players are notoriously superstitious, and Ross is somehow convinced I'm his good luck charm. One who brings him success by sleeping with him. Only sleeping. The problem with this arrangement begins when those funny, fuzzy things called feelings get involved. Eventually, his elevator pitch is no longer an easy walk in the ballpark or a simple sleepover in his bed. And I'm worried I'll be the one left in the outfield when the season ends. From L.B. Dunbar comes an all-new sports romance with baseball at its heart and the sexy silver fox coaching staff as the focus of the fans.

Meeting Bolan Adler, professional baseball catcher and single dad, is a complicated story. One involving a one-time kiss when I was young and silly. And a two-time tryst as some kind of midlife breakdown moment. Anyway, in the game of baseball, three strikes mean: you're out. I thought my third one might happen when Bolan Adler is the newest client of the sports management agency I work for. The same business that just promoted me to agent status when I hadn't asked for the position. Also, the ridiculous company that wrote up a reputation repair report for the newest member of the Chicago Anchors, which includes: Bolan Adler needs a wife. He's decided I'm it. Only this isn't a game of tag. Hearts are on the line when I meet Bolan's sweet sixteen-month-old, and my role goes from babysitting the bad boy of baseball to bonus-mom for his precious daughter. Complicated, like I said. Add in when my fake husband starts tossing out real emotions about love, marriage, and another baby, and I'm just hoping to stay out of the strike zone. Because the obvious opponent on the field is love. Will it win or lose at the end of the season?