For my Sweet Saturday Sample this week,
I'm offering a morsel of my newest contemporary romance
IN IT TO WIN IT
Take one saucy sportscaster, add baseball’s notorious bad-boy,
throw in fifteen years of frenzied feelings
& an exclusive interview with strings attached
... and you get a reunion that’s sure to get knocked out of the park.
She really shouldn’t.
She knew she shouldn’t call Grayson.
More to the point, she knew she shouldn’t want to call Grayson. But she did. And as she dialed the number he’d provided, her heart thumped wildly in her chest and her fingers shook. She ended up having to dial the number three times before she got all ten digits punched in the correct order.
“Grayson?” she asked, suddenly afraid he’d given her the wrong number. Wouldn’t that be a great joke?
Nope, she had the right number.
“I’m so glad you called.”
“Thank you for the flowers.” Her voice sounded distant, and she was grateful to pull off the nonchalance—even if she was shaking like she’d been dumped out of a blender’s frappe cycle.
“Tulips are still your favorite, right?”
Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Her chest felt tight and her eyes stung. He’d remembered her favorite flower. That was so sweet. So very, very sweet.
“Jane, you still there?”
“Yeah. I’m here.”
Her thoughts tumbled around in her head and she couldn’t manage to hold on to one for longer than a moment before another swooped in and assaulted her. Grayson made no sense; one moment he was flirty and handsome and remembering her favorite flower, the next he was aloof and almost cruel.
“I can’t do this.” She’d meant to only think the words and didn’t realize she’d spoken them until he responded.
“Can’t do what?”
Crap. She was glad when that word stayed in her head.
“This.” Her hand waved between her and the thin air where she imagined he’d be standing if this conversation were happening in person. “Grayson, I appreciate the flowers. They’re very pretty. But I need you to stop contacting me.”
“Why?” He sounded genuinely confused and that infuriated her.
“Why? Come on, Grayson. This back and forth is giving me whiplash. I can’t do it anymore. Okay? My heart can’t do it anymore.”