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Title: The Off Season
Author: Megan Green
Genre: Sports Romance
About The Off Season:
He had it all… The day Ian “Tag” Taggart’s world comes crashing down around him, he’s sitting in a fast food drive-thru, waiting for an order of fries. Golden boy of the MLB and shortstop for the Washington Rampage, Tag quickly finds himself losing grip on his superstar life with the use of two awful words: sexual assault. The only problem? He’s innocent. Tag’s willing to do anything to prove to the world he’d never commit the crime he’s been accused of. So when his agent suggests taking a break from the spotlight, he listens. The quiet town on Maple Lake is everything Seattle isn’t. And Lexi Barnes is everything he wasn’t expecting to find. Running from a past she can never escape, Lexi wants nothing to do with her new neighbor. But fixing up an old house takes more work than anticipated, and the new guy in town happens to have quite the set of carpentry skills. She won’t let herself fall for him though. She has no room in her life for love. If only someone would tell her heart that. He’s funny and charming. She’s closed off and rude. Together, they’re like fire and ice. Prepare to get burned this Off-Season.
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“You’re sure you don’t need my help, Lex? I’m more than happy to hang around a bit longer.” I let out a deep breath, blowing away the strand of hair that fell across my face, as I scrub the kitchen floor. “I told you, Ella, I’m fine. Get your ass out of here, and get back to those babies of yours. Drew is probably going out of his mind by now.” My sister pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth, her eyes darting from where I’m kneeling on the floor to the stacks of boxes arranged haphazardly around the room. “I feel bad, leaving you like this. I was the one who convinced you to move all the way out here. The least I can do is help you unpack.” Dropping the scrub brush back into the bucket of soapy water, I push myself up off my knees and take in my sister. For a woman who had twins only six months ago, she looks amazing. In blue leggings and a white T-shirt, you’d never guess that, only half a year ago, the woman looked like she’d swallowed an entire watermelon. Maybe two. I’ve always envied her for that. Throughout our childhood and teen years, she was able to eat anything she wanted without a second thought to what it might do to her thighs while, if I even looked at a cheeseburger, I would gain ten pounds. I’ve spent my entire life counting calories and watching everything I put into my mouth, and I still never look as good as she does without any effort. Until now anyway. I haven’t exactly had much of an appetite this past year. That’s one perk of everything that’s happened. I’m the thinnest I’ve ever been in my life. Probably too thin, if there is such a thing. I walk across the room, circling my arms around Ella’s shoulders when I reach her, giving her a brief, firm hug. “I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, Ells. You believed in me when nobody else did. You stood by my side when everyone else turned the other cheek. And you helped me find my dream house without even knowing it was what I was looking for.” Ella’s brows rise in a skeptical look as she takes in the run-down condition of my new home. “Dream house, huh? I think you should set your sights a little higher next time, Lex.” I laugh as I spin her around and shuffle her toward the door. “You just wait. Fixing this place up is exactly what I need. It’s going to be freaking spectacular.” My hand closes around the doorknob, pulling hard to open the front door that I already know sticks slightly. It’s one of the many things on my list of to-dos for this place. When the door still doesn’t budge, I brace my foot up on the frame for leverage, giving it another strong tug. My sister’s laugh registers before the fact that I’m now planted squarely on my ass, doorknob in hand. I look between it and the new hole in the door where the knob used to be, and before I can help myself, I join in. “God, this place is a dump,” I say between breaths, wiping the tears developing in my eyes. It’s the first time in a long time that the tears are from laughter and not pain and anguish. It feels so good to laugh. And then the guilt hits. Do I deserve to feel good after what I did? Do I deserve to laugh with my sister after almost taking that privilege from someone else? I ruined someone’s life. What in the hell am I thinking, sitting here in a fit of giggles while that person is still going through hours of pain and therapy?
About the Author:
Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line! You can find her here:
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