Roberto is down to his last strike…will he win the most important game of his life or will it be a shut out?
Cynthiana, beautiful, intelligent, and by all appearances, a spoiled
socialite, finds herself as chair of the Inner City Youth League Charity
Gala. Her Co-Chair, Roberto Luque, is Major League Baseball’s newest
playboy from the Dominican Republic. Far from being in the league of
men her parents expect her to choose from, which is just fine with her,
since she has sworn off playboys. But, as they work together she
discovers his devotion to the inner city children and wonders if there
is more to him than his playboy reputation. Will she break her no
playboy rule long enough to find out?
Roberto fought his way into the Majors. Now a successful pitcher for
the Texas Rangers, he is living the life he always dreamed of—until he
faces off with a bad-tempered, blue-eyed, redhead that is not his type.
Why is he so drawn to her? The Charity Gala gives him a chance to find
out. What he finds beneath that socialite veneer captivates him, heart
and soul.
When her powerful father threatens to tear them apart, destroying not
only their love, but also Roberto’s hard won career, will he be willing
to give it all up for love?
Contemporary Romance
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Excerpt:
How had she been talked into this? Cynthiana Davenport was in way over
her head. She did not plan fundraiser galas; she attended them. So why
was it that she was now head of the planning committee? And for baseball
of all things. She didn’t even like baseball, much less know anything
about the sport. So what if her best friend had married a hunky major
league player last year? Just because Stacy had to learn about the sport
didn’t mean she did. She was going to call her right now and tell her
the deal was off. Someone else would have to take her place.
Cynthiana dug her phone out of her purse and was about to hit speed
dial when she groaned in resignation and threw it back into her purse.
Stacy was seven months pregnant with twins and on total bed rest. She
couldn’t back out. Stacy didn’t need that kind of stress. The gala was
only a month away and everything was practically complete. A piece of
cake, right? She could do this. Besides, it was only a big party, and if
there was one thing Cynthiana was good at, it was throwing parties.
Sure, this one was a little more complex than she was used to, but hey,
how much trouble could five hundred wealthy elite and a handful of
athletes be?
Not nearly as much trouble as managing her growing feelings for one
very gorgeous, very charming baseball player with deep brown eyes and a
killer smile...who just happened to be her right hand on the planning
committee. Roberto Luque. If she could just ignore his adorable dimples,
she might get through the next few hours. Roberto was a playboy and she
didn’t date playboys. Ever. She would just have to keep her feelings
under tight control until the night was over. Hadn’t she managed to do
just that every time they had seen each other over the past year?
Admittedly, it was growing harder and harder, especially since he seemed
to be stepping up the charm. A man like Roberto knew very well when a
woman was attracted to him, but she was determined not to be one of the
many on that list. So far she had remained safe by provoking some sort
of argument with him any time they were together—that usually cooled
things down—but she hadn’t been able to do that since they started
working together on the gala. Thankfully, they wouldn’t be alone
tonight, the rest of the committee would be there too. Which was a good
thing, considering they were meeting at her house. Heaven only knew what
would happen if the two of them were alone. Together. Spontaneous
combustion came to mind.
Her two story, red-brick house on twenty-five acres in a small Dallas
suburb gave her the privacy of having a slice of the country while
remaining close to the city. Deciding they would be more comfortable
working in the living room, she finished setting out the last of the
Chinese food boxes on the coffee table. The doorbell rang. Refusing to
glance in the mirror by the door, she opened it to find Roberto. Just
Roberto.
It was dangerous to womankind for one man to be so handsome. That
mischievous glint in his dark eyes, a touch of humor on his full lips,
dark tendrils of hair curled on his forehead and at his nape. How was it
that the sight of him made her feel lightheaded? Get a grip girl, he’s
only a man.
“Hi, Princesa. I brought the wine and the guest lists as you ordered.”
“I don’t order, I request.” Defensive mode was her method of survival around him. She stepped back and invited him in.
Roberto stood just inside and surveyed her house. She followed his
gaze. Lots of windows let in plenty of sunlight. Sheer red curtains over
white slatted blinds complemented the also white carpeting and black
leather sectional with red throw pillows scattered over it. Why was it
so important that he like her home?
With a smile and a shake of his head, Roberto said, “Nice. It suits
you. Fiery yet warm. By the way, Jennifer and Raquel won’t be able to
make it tonight.” Striding inside, he set the wine bottle on the table
next to the wine glasses and the manila folder containing the guest
lists on the sofa.
So much for her well-laid plans. “Why not? We have a lot to do tonight.
Why didn’t they call me?” She wanted to stomp her foot like a child.
Fortunately, she was able to control that urge. Unfortunately, her face
felt as hot as stoked fire. Darn, why did she have such pale skin? Was
it anger or the thought of being alone with him? Anger, definitely
anger.
“Because they called me,” Roberto replied. “Between the two of us, we
can get everything done. Not to worry, Princesa, hard work is not
hazardous to your health.”
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