Ruled Out

He’s my coach. My much older, arrogant, broody, sexy as hell, college softball coach. My body craves his, but my mind knows he’s completely off limits.

No matter how hard we try to stay away from each other, an invisible string keeps pulling us back together. Everything we’ve worked so hard for could be in jeopardy if we give in to our desires, but what I feel for him is more than just want: it’s pure need. He keeps trying to deny it, but I know he feels it too.

What started out as a surface wave has grown into a full blown tsunami. There’s no escaping the pull of this tide. The question is… are we willing to risk it all? One, two, three strikes you’re out in the game of love.