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There you have it—until next month, when September is the month to fall in love all over again, with Loveswept.
Happy Romance!
Gina Wachtel
Associate Publisher
Read on for an excerpt from
Irresistibly Yours
by Lauren Layne
Available from Loveswept
Chapter 1
Cole had been watching the brunette for the better part of three innings.
Which was just wrong on a couple levels.
For starters, it was a rare woman that could come between Cole Sharpe and baseball. Or between Cole and any sport, for that matter.
And at Yankee Stadium in particular, the game came first. Especially a game in which the Yankees and Blue Jays were tied 1–1 in a rivalry for the top spot in the American League East division.
Cole’s eyes should have been glued to the field. Not only because the Yankees were his team—he’d been a die-hard fan since his Little League days—but because Cole was a sportswriter. Come tomorrow morning, Cole would be expected to know the details of every single at-bat.
And yet…
His eyes shifted once more to the narrow figure of the brunette as he took another sip of beer.
There was something about her and yet nothing about her? She was utterly, completely, unremarkable.
And that was the other reason Cole’s fascination with the woman made no sense.
Cole loved women almost as much as he loved sports, but this woman?
Nothing about her demanded a second look. Cole liked ’em curvy, but this one was slim to the point of being skinny. There was no noticeable definition of her waist through her Jeter jersey. No womanly flare of her hips.
Plus, Cole preferred blondes, and this one’s messy ponytail was just a couple shades lighter than black.
As for her face? Well, he hadn’t seen it yet. Not fully. But she’d turned her head only once in the third inning, giving Cole a quick glance at her profile. The upturned nose was cute enough, but the rest of her features were hardly so arresting as to explain why he continued to stare at her.
It took Cole another half inning to realize what it was that had captivated him: For the first time in his life, he was seeing a woman who was more absorbed in a baseball game than he was.
Tiny Brunette, as he’d started thinking of her, hadn’t lost interest in the game once. Even between innings, when the rest of the stadium was refilling on beer and peanuts, she merely scribbled like crazy in a little notebook she kept in her lap.
It was like clockwork. The third out would signal the swap of the players on the field, and Tiny Brunette’s attention would dip toward the damn notebook.
Her left hand would sneak around to twirl her ponytail around a finger while her right hand busily wrote…
What?
What did she write in that notebook? And just why did he want to know so badly?