I write steamy romance novels for fun. I never expected to become the heroine of one.
Yet that's what happens when I accidentally punch the most gorgeous man on the planet. It's a meet-cute straight out of a rom-com. Because that punch turns into dinner, turns into a romantic walk with the sexiest man I've ever met, which turns into one unforgettable night in his hotel room. But a night like that is what I write about. That's not my real life. Real life is filled with responsibilities—like my day job in PR that allows me to survive, along with being able to raise my teenage sister. When I get an assignment to begin working with the Brooklyn Bats, I never see the curveball coming. Because my one-night stand that was supposed to stay that way is now walking in as the team's manager, Silas Jones, fresh off a divorce, handsome in ways that should be illegal, is now my client. And apparently, he knows what he wants. And he wants me. There's just one problem: I'm off limits. Thanks to a no-fraternization clause buried in my contract, making all those steamy memories a reality isn't just risky; it's forbidden. If I'm going to give my sister the life our mother didn't bother to give either one of us, I can't lose my job. But I can't walk away from the man I was never supposed to see again. Now I have to decide: is a once-in-a-lifetime love worth burning my whole life down for?
