Just a Taste – ENAMORED

Just a Taste – ENAMORED

My latest release is ENAMORED, book 3 in my baseball series. I wove two romances together in this one, so I’m calling it a baseball romance double-header. 🙂

 

After a Spring Training stunt saddles Liam York with a broken ankle, the League’s Best Mascot is forced to share the spotlight with the team’s solution: a temporary friend for Fin the Shark. But his new co-worker tests the limits of his control.

Claire Devereux spent years caring for her siblings and is more than ready for some fun. She loves every aspect of being Fin’s new friend Fiona and is determined to make the temporary gig permanent.

As romance blooms between their on-field personalities, Liam and Claire give in to their passion off the field too. But curve balls from every direction test whether they’re better as a duo or if it’s every mascot for him/herself.

Meanwhile…

First baseman Slade MacInnes has a lot of balls in the air. His contract is expiring, he’s just found his birth parents, and his agreement to do some work with a children’s charity has led him to the very sexy and sweet Savanna Soto.

Savanna works hard granting wishes to kids with life-threatening illnesses, something her sister never lived to experience. Slade’s no-fear attitude and adrenaline-junkie adventures make her want to break out of her self-imposed safety bubble and live.

Slade figures he’s just the man to help her conquer her fears. Each activity draws them closer together with an attraction that sizzles. But when life pushes their differences to a head, will fear win out or can love save the game?

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Here’s a taste from Liam and Claire’s story:

Thanks to traffic, forty minutes passed before she entered the stadium’s employee parking lot. Claire grabbed her purse, pulled out her badge, and jogged toward the entrance. She couldn’t afford to be late yet. Maybe no one had noticed.

Yeah right.

She flashed her badge at the security guard and increased her pace. Rushing to the third-floor office, she bypassed the elevator and ran up the stairs. The team wanted the mascots to be visible to the fans on the concourse prior to the game. People would see that she wasn’t there with Liam. Even if the fans didn’t notice, the staff would. Raymond had been pleased with her performance so far. She couldn’t let that change.

Her purse caught the edge of a maintenance cart and yanked her back. She stumbled into the wall, cursing as her shoulder met concrete.

“Claire?” Liam, dressed as Fin, slowed to a stop on his golf cart. “I tried calling your phone. Are you okay?”

Rubbing her shoulder, she pushed away from the wall. “Sorry I’m late. I’ll be dressed in under a minute.”

She slid past him, jogged the remaining steps to the office, and dropped her purse on the floor. Her damn shoulder throbbed. Hopefully, it wouldn’t hold back her performance. No one could see her wince in pain anyway during the game. The costume made sure of that.

The golf cart stopped in front of the door. Liam hopped off, grabbed his crutches, and lumbered into the room. The door closed at his back. “Are you getting in a pre-game workout by jogging around the floors?”

Laughter huffed out at the thought. “Right. That’s it.”

She tugged on the costume, tripping as her sneaker caught on the material. And then the zipper got stuck on the fabric. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.”

“Hey, relax. We’re good.”

“No, we’re not good. We’re due out on the concourse.”

“If you need more time, Fin can always pretend he locked Fiona in a closet so he could have fun on the field.”

“Raymond’s not going to buy that if he’s out there.” She sat on the couch and worked the material free of the zipper’s teeth.

He came closer and laid his hand on her shoulder. “I wouldn’t throw you under the bus. I’d tell Ray that you were stuck in a traffic backup caused by an accident or road construction.”

Her previous sales job had been cut-throat, with co-workers stealing customers and an everyone-out-for-themselves environment. She had never expected that Liam would back her up here. “Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

“Just curious, but why were you late?”

“Lasagna and a missing gym leotard.”

She caught his grin through the mesh of Fin’s mouth. “Yeah, I hate it when that happens.”

They both laughed and he nodded toward the TV. “Today’s episode of Fin and Fiona is The First Kiss. We can tune in right here during the fourth inning.”

“With everything that’s gone on today, I’d forgotten. I’m glad Raymond was right about the fans loving the Fin and Fiona storyline.” Resisting Liam had been harder than she’d thought. Just one look into those laughing brown eyes and she’d melt. He made her wish for things that she shouldn’t. She stood and slid the zipper closed.

He moved backward, but his crutch landed on her purse and fell away from his grip. His body pitched to the side and he flung out his arm and casted ankle. Claire sprang forward. She couldn’t have him land on either of those. Yanking the front of his costume, she twisted toward the couch. His weight and momentum took them both down and they landed in a heap of tangled limbs.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Buried beneath him, she panted the apology. She never left her purse on the floor. “Did you bang your ankle?”

“A little.” He pushed up on his arms but she couldn’t see his eyes through the dark mesh of the costume. “Can you pull off my mask?”

“Sure.” Berating herself, she slipped it off his head. His eyes kindled with that familiar spark and his dark hair was tousled in a sexy mess. She could picture him looking this exact way after a night spent together. Dragging her thoughts from going in that direction, she smoothed the strands, desperate to fix something after the near-disaster she’d caused.

His breath stilled when her hand tangled in his hair. And she realized she probably shouldn’t be touching him like this. She lifted her hand, but he shook his head. “Don’t stop. I like it.”

Her blood beating a steady thrum, she returned her hand to his hair. His gaze roamed her face and then settled on her mouth. He shifted his body and tugged his hand free of their tangle. When his finger trailed from her temple to her chin, her eyes fluttered closed. The touch was like thousands of points of electricity pulsing against her skin.

She opened her eyes. Liam’s gaze held hers captive and he traced his finger over the shape of her lips. “Fighting this hasn’t worked. If anything, it’s made me want you more.”

The words spoken in the roughened tone were both arousing and gratifying. She hadn’t been the only one who’d suffered. “So maybe we should stop fighting it.”

A slow, dangerous smile spread across his face. He moved his hand to her throat and stroked her skin with a feather light caress. Claire left one hand buried in his hair and slid the other to his neck, massaging the muscles.

Liam groaned and lowered his head and his mouth crashed down on hers faster and hotter than she’d expected. His lips coaxed hers apart and she let his tongue slide inside to dual with hers. He kissed a trail to her jawline then down her neck in a series of nips and licks that weakened her muscles and heated her blood. Tugging his hair, she nudged him until he returned to her mouth. His urgency matched hers and his body blanketed her, wrapping them in their desire.

A knock pounded on the door. Claire jolted and knocked her forehead into Liam’s. “Damn it.”

He pulled away, rubbing his forehead, and rolled to the floor. “Just a second,” he called out as he reached for his crutches.

Claire sprung to her feet. She adjusted her costume, slipped her mask in place, and helped Liam put his on.

When she opened the door, Tim, one of the security guards, stood with his hand on his radio. “You guys all right? Our guest singer for the National Anthem was late, but she’s ready to go now. You need to get on the field.”

They were much later than she’d thought. Claire groaned and glanced at Liam. “Sorry. I had some costume trouble.”

“I’ll have them hold the elevator for you.” Tim stepped away, speaking into his radio.

Liam locked the door and climbed into the golf cart. He rubbed Fin’s fins together. “Time to burn some rubber.”

She started the engine and sped down the hall. Her attraction to Liam couldn’t get in the way of doing her job. “Listen, about what happened…”

“It was a good first kiss, starting with the crash and ending with a bang.” He raised his hand to his head.

Laughing, she glided the cart onto the empty elevator. “Seriously. We can’t let it affect things here.”

He laid his hand on her thigh. “Believe me, I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize this job. On the clock, we’ll make sure to keep a better watch on the time. But off the clock, all bets are off.”

A shiver tore through her. Anticipation rolled together with wariness. Losing focus of her responsibilities wasn’t an option. And Liam proved to be the biggest distraction she’d ever had.

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