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More Than the Game by Jenni Bara
Publication Date: September 14th 2021
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Trending on social media is her nightmare.
Beth Evans, former Olympic golden girl, known for a national scandal and daughter of a rising political star, is more than happy to stay out of the spotlight, living life as a normal single mom in a small Jersey town. The last thing Beth needs is Twitter’s favorite bad boy–Marc Demoda–walking into her life to stir things up.
Marc lives for the three b’s; baseball, bars, and ball bunnies, until the unthinkable happened. An accident destroys his shoulder and his career, leaving him desperate to get back in the game. Too bad no one hires notorious bad boys to coach. With his reputation on life support, Marc finds his saving grace might be the feisty blonde he can’t get out of his head.
When pictures of Beth and Marc’s chance encounter blow up on Twitter, they strike a deal to avoid further scandals and fix their image. But even in the harsh public spotlight, their fake relationship begins to feel real. Beth’s growing feelings for Marc have her questioning if she can permanently handle the limelight, just as Marc wonders if Beth might mean more than the game.
Author Bio
Jenni Bara lives in New Jersey working as a paralegal in family law, writing real-life unhappily ever-afters every day. In turn, she spends her free time with anything that keeps her laughing, including life with four kids, or five, if you count her husband. She is just starting her career as a romance author writing books with a great balance of life, love, and laughter.
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His eyes were slits of frustration as water dripped off his face, his annoyance clear as day as he stood to his feet. Beth headed toward him with a clean dish towel, but her foot slid in the giant puddle of water and she wobbled. He reached out to stop her as the dogs shot at his legs, tripping him. He and Beth both fell, landing on the wet floor with a thud and a chorus of barking dogs.
“Fuck!” She heard him curse again as her head smacked into his solid chest. Her arms tangled with his, and one of her legs rested between two powerful thighs. His hands were in the air, clearly unsure where to touch.
“You said a bad word two times,” Mandy accused while Beth tried to apologize.
“Not now, Mandy,” Beth said, mortified. This couldn’t possibly get worse. She tried to move off the substantial male body below her, but he tensed and grabbed her, holding her in place.
“Your knee is uncomfortably close to something I deem very important,” he said tightly. She pushed up carefully to see her knee less than an inch from his crotch, but before she could move, her daughter reappeared.
“Soap to qween the potty mouf,” Mandy lisped as she dumped blue liquid all over him. Beth’s head snapped around as her hand suddenly became slick with the soap running off of Marc.
“Amanda!” she yelled. She reached for her daughter, but she slid and fell again. Teeth clenched, Beth pushed up using Marc’s chest, but he grabbed her leg as her knee brushed against him, propelling her forward. Her body pressed into him, and Beth’s stomach fluttered as she got a whiff of his cologne. She looked his way again; too good-looking for his own good came to mind as he brushed his thick brown hair off his forehead. His irritated chocolate eyes, taut lips, and even the locked jaw with the scruff of day-old stubble were sexy. When you added the warm complexion he’d inherited from his Columbian mother, it wasn’t surprising he was on some magazine cover at the grocery store being toted as “Sexiest Man Alive.”
“Jesus,” he snapped. She swallowed the sudden awareness of his proximity.
She shifted, but he jerked when her leg got too close. Before she could attempt to move again, his muscular arms pinned her against his body. He flipped them both, so she was flat on the floor, and he was glaring down at her.
“Stop wiggling around before I end up with permanent damage,” he demanded. His eyes sparked, and she blushed. She started to speak, but he cut her off.
“I know—you’re sorry. It’s fine.”
He pulled himself to his feet before helping her up. She skidded like a child learning to ice skate, and Marc reached out to steady her. Unfortunately, soap is worse than ice, and his feet slipped right out from under him. Back down in a heap, they both went.
The kids at the lunch table shrieked with laughter. That sent her dogs into another frenzy—jumping on Marc and barking like crazed animals. Marc pushed and slid across the floor, away from her and the dogs.
“Now I get why no one will look at your damn dishwasher,” he snapped.
Then Beth looked on with wide-eyed horror as her dog did the unthinkable.
“No!” she yelled, but it was too late. The dog had already lifted his leg and peed straight onto Marc. And ten minutes ago she’d thought it couldn’t get any worse.
Why is life always like this?
