The first time I met Benson LaCroix, he sat in a bar wearing "cocky player" like a cheap cologne.
The second time, he stood in a locker room in nothing but a jockstrap and a scowl.
Apparently, the Miami Storm's star pitcher isn't too thrilled his new boss is the woman who turned him down.
That makes two of us.
I never asked to inherit my father's baseball team. It's the one thing I despised more than him.
I'm just here to sell, sign on the dotted line, and get out.
Until I'm hit with Dad's final parting gift--a buyer's clause.
Enter Satan--otherwise known as my ex.
I should swallow my pride and just accept his offer. Instead, I tell him where to shove it.
It can't be that hard to turn the major league's biggest joke into a winning team.
Right?
With only four weeks to do the impossible, I'll need more than a miracle.
I'll need a secret weapon. Someone ruthless enough to marry me for my money.
Like a playboy pitcher with a wicked curveball.
Two quickie vows and one hostile truce later, and it's game on.
Ben and I can do this.
I just have to keep my eye on his balls.
I mean the ball. The prize.
Oh hell. We're in trouble.
Genre: Romance
The second time, he stood in a locker room in nothing but a jockstrap and a scowl.
Apparently, the Miami Storm's star pitcher isn't too thrilled his new boss is the woman who turned him down.
That makes two of us.
I never asked to inherit my father's baseball team. It's the one thing I despised more than him.
I'm just here to sell, sign on the dotted line, and get out.
Until I'm hit with Dad's final parting gift--a buyer's clause.
Enter Satan--otherwise known as my ex.
I should swallow my pride and just accept his offer. Instead, I tell him where to shove it.
It can't be that hard to turn the major league's biggest joke into a winning team.
Right?
With only four weeks to do the impossible, I'll need more than a miracle.
I'll need a secret weapon. Someone ruthless enough to marry me for my money.
Like a playboy pitcher with a wicked curveball.
Two quickie vows and one hostile truce later, and it's game on.
Ben and I can do this.
I just have to keep my eye on his balls.
I mean the ball. The prize.
Oh hell. We're in trouble.
Genre: Romance
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