Last Fall by Alexis Anne

Zoe, the quiet writer, has a story she never plans to tell.
Erik won’t quit until he knows every word.

Falling in love is what I do professionally, not personally.
And technically it’s not me falling in love. It’s my characters. I write novels that fly off the shelves, making up imaginary happily ever afters to fill the hole where my own should be.

Spoiler: I’m never going to have one of those.

Instead, I go to bed each night safely fantasizing about Erik, the sexy second baseman I have no intention of sleeping with because, like I said, I write romances, I don’t live them.
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For three years I’ve had a crush on a woman who wants nothing to do with me.
And that’s fine. I don’t need the distraction of a beautiful, sexy, brilliant writer. I’m busy building a team to win a championship. I never expected to make it as a professional ballplayer and this is my one shot at a dream come true.

Aw, hell. Who am I kidding? I want the championship and I want the girl. I’m patient enough to wait for both. The moment Zoe decides she’s ready to date I’ll be the first one in line … and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to her I’m the only man she needs.

Ever again.