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Synopsis
Synopsis
Swinging Strike
Meet Braxton Smith in this Enemies to Lovers romance.Dating the Hot Athlete? Yeah, Been There, Done That…
Braxton Smith.Cessna University’s baseball captain.
Naturally talented.
Sinfully gorgeous.
And exudes enough arrogance to fill a stadium.
That same cocky attitude is what landed him in my anonymous gossip column.
Believe me, I, Cara Gonzalez, don’t want anything to do with him.
But he’s everywhere.In my class.
In my dorm.
In my mind.
I left this type of drama back home.
Transferring to Cessna University is my chance for a redo.
And regardless of his rock-hard abs and panty-dropping smile, arguing with an athlete isn’t one of my goals.
My instincts betray me, though.This attraction feels different.Stronger.
I have no choice but to stand my ground.
Because this time, I’m afraid I’ll not only be hurt.
I’ll end up gutted.
Book One in the Cessna U Wildcats series, Swinging Strike is an enemies-to-lovers, stand-alone romance.
If you like sexy, hot baseball players, be sure to add Braxton Smith.
“What is your schedule tomorrow?"
The slide of his warm-up pants draws my attention to those long legs.
The casual bend to his knees. His feet resting on the floor. It’s all too much as a shiver riffles through me. He has to be the hottest lab partner of all partners. I even have proof. The picture he sent is saved on my phone under All Photos. I may or may not have hearted it, so it shows up under Favorites.
I force myself to look away and pick up the flask. I need to concentrate on my current task—not think about shirtless torsos. Otherwise, I’m done for.
He gives me a side-eyed glance. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you? Who’s to say my offer still stands.”
“Oh my God. You’re incorrigible.” I bite my tongue to keep from laughing. This guy is something else. “Someone will have to check to see if the culture tubes remain clear. If they’re contaminated, they’ll need to be redone.”
“Why don’t we check it together? It is, after all, a group project.” He hands me the bottle of water.
“Be alone with you? No, thank you.”
He grabs his heart. “And the hits keep coming. Why wouldn’t you want to be alone with me? We had fun last night.”
“You mean before Pixie Girl interrupted?”
“I apologized for that.”
Seriously? I place the water bottle down and pin him with a look. “Let’s get something straight. I do not want to go out with you. I will never want to go out with you. You’re certainly not my type.” Anymore.
His gaze flares with heat, but I don’t think it’s the “I’m attracted to you” kind. It’s more of the “I want to get away from you” kind.
“You keep saying I want to go out with you, but I’ve never once asked. I simply suggested we could both check on it. So, you know, you can make sure I don’t mess up.”
“You literally said you wanted a private show.”
He tsks. “See, you’re confusing ‘having fun’ with dating.”
My resolve falters. Perhaps in my haste, I’ve jumped to conclusions, but does he have to prove my point that he’s nothing more than a pig? “Thanks for clearing that up. I sometimes confuse the two.”
“Why do I get the impression you’re not impressed at all with my extracurricular activities? Or is it more of disapproval? Is that it? You hate baseball players or all jocks in general?”
“Believe me, I’m the last person on earth to hate all baseball players.” Considering I like my brother and his group of friends, there’s no way I hate all of them. I only reserve this level of hatred for a particular type of player. “The guys I can’t stand are the ones who think they’re God’s gift to the female population.”
I’ve been down that road too many times.
“Good. Then you don’t have to worry about hating me.”
“Really?” I say, but my attempt at impassiveness cuts short when Braxton leans in closer, his shoulder brushing against mine. My mouth parts as his warm breath sweeps the side of my face.
“Yeah. After one night together, it won’t be me who’s thinking I’m God’s gift.”
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Swinging Strike Chapter Look Inside
Swinging Strike Chapter Look Inside
Swinging Strike
Lying here in nothing but an oversized T-shirt.
The last thing I want to think about is blazing blue eyes peering back at me.
But I can’t unsee how he slid his gaze across me or the desire flickering behind his stare. He’s the last person I want to be thinking about, but I can still feel the heat from his touch.
The boy’s nothing but trouble. A player. But that information doesn’t stop my body from wanting him. It doesn’t stop my imagination from…
Ping.
Braxton: I had fun.
Had fun? With whom, me or the girl he flirted with? The one who laid herself out on a silver platter for him to feast on. Did he take her home and now feels compelled to brag about it to me?
Cara: Don’t text me unless it’s class-related.
My message doesn’t warrant a response, but I bite my lip and stare at the phone anyway. A few beats tick by without a reply, and I think my meaning must’ve sunk in. That should make me happy, but his non-response bothers me instead. I go to place my phone down but pause when three dots appear.
Braxton: But I did have fun.
Cara: I’m glad you enjoyed her. Although not much time passed, so maybe the rumors are true, speedy?
This time, the three dots appear immediately.
Braxton: No! I had fun with YOU! And there’s nothing wrong with my stamina.
Cara: That’s a shame. Maybe she’ll be more fun next time.
Too bad sarcasm doesn’t show through text because I’m laying it on extra thick.
Braxton: I’m sure she’s a lot of fun, but I wouldn’t know. I would never know. She isn’t who I want.
I take a calming breath. He’s only playing me. That’s what he does. He fills pretty girls’ heads with slick, sexy words stuffed full of confidence. He doesn’t actually want me—only my body.
Cara: It isn’t my concern who you hook up with.
Braxton: I didn’t hook up with anyone. I’m home in bed like a good boy. I can prove it.
I almost drop the phone when the picture pings through.
Braxton: You can use this picture as your screen saver, assign it to my contact, or stare at it while you’re …
The arrogance of this man is just… Oh, who am I kidding? I’m so going to stare at this until every detail is seared into memory.
So, I lie...
Cara: Trash file it is then.
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