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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.
Exclusive Excerpt
“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?
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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!
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