I may or may not be obsessed with this cover. It perfectly captures the tension and chemistry between the two characters, Brody and Kate, and there might be a kitchen scene in the book that starts like this... but I am beyond stoked to rerelease this crazy, friends-to-lovers story that will make you laugh, and maybe cry.
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Want an excerpt? Keep reading for a quick and perfect scene where the two longtime friends finally agree to go on a date. There were shenanigans and a bet going on...
“I have to bat. Don’t punish me too much, please?” She puppy-dog eyed me before jogging off. She hit a solid single to right field and jumped up and down, so excited that she slipped off the bag.
“You good?” I shouted, not even trying to hide my laughter.
“Emotionally bruised. That’s all.” She brushed the dirt off her ass and ran like a fool when the next person hit a triple. She jogged up to me, out of breath with her hands on her knees. “Lay it on me. What do I have to do?”
“Go on a date with me. Don’t overthink it.”
“Wait, that’s it?” She looked up at me with a furrowed brow. “A date?”
“You? On a date? With me?”
“Yes, that is typically how it works, right? Or is that not what people do anymore?”
“But…Brody.” She shook her head and kicked the dirt, running her foot back and forth. “It’s you.”
“What does that mean, exactly?” Anger crept up my chest.
“You don’t do ‘dates.’” Her little air quotes pissed me off.
“I don’t really care what I do or don’t do. You lost the bet. Your punishment is a date. End of, Shorty.” I ran a hand down her arm, squeezing. “Turn off your overactive brain.”
A smile broke through her barriers, and she bit her delicious lip. “Okay. When?”
“You’ll get details at a later date.” I puffed my chest and tried not to appear too smug.
“Oh, so your people will call my people?” She snorted, shoving me in the side.
“You realize I do have people, right?”
“Oh, my God. I forgot. You do.”
“So, I need to hear a yes.”
“Sure. I guess. I don’t have a choice.” She grumbled and picked up her glove to walk to her car.
“No, you don’t.”
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