Rules of the game:
1) Never underestimate your opponent
2) Avoid personal fouls
3) Score early and often
4) Play or get played
Coach Marcus Leon has always played by the rules…until he meets Addaline Grace, the seventeen-year-old senior transfer on his Oak Crest High water polo team. Addie changes all the rules, mostly because she doesn’t play any games. But as off limits as she is, the more Marcus discovers about Addie, the more he finds himself…and the more he questions whether Addie Grace might just be worth risking everything for.
For Addie, water polo is anger management. She’s driven and focused because it keeps her mind off other things…like the fact she destroyed her family. Her game plan is to keep her head down and graduate so she can leave her father and the crappy town he dragged her to in her wake. But when what starts as friendly completion with Marcus turns into more than a game, Addie has to decided if she’s willing to face down her demons…and possibly ruin the man she may or may not be falling in love with in the process.
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She glances down the hill in the direction I came from. “So,
what’s going on down there, anyway? Someone’s birthday?”
My gaze follows hers. “My sister’s wedding reception.”
“In a public park?” she asks, her eyebrows raising in
surprise.
I nod. “Graffiti Park is special. We spent a lot of time
here as kids.”
“Graffiti Park? That’s really the name of this place?” she
asks, looking around.
“I have no clue what the real name is. That’s just what
we’ve always called it.” My thumb brushes over where Nate carved my name into
the back of bench we’re sitting on at least ten years ago.
She squints toward the shelter below and shades her eyes
from the last of the afternoon sun. “I don’t see a bride.”
I point to Blaire. “The one in the bright blue dress.”
“That sort of flies in the face of tradition, doesn’t it?”
she asks, still watching.
“That’s my sister. She’s never cared much about social
conventions. If you search YouTube for her valedictory graduation speech from
Oak Crest High four years ago, you’ll see what I mean.”
Her eyes snap to mine, wide and curious, and her gaze knocks
the wind out of me. “What did she say?”
“She basically told the whole world off. But that was
because her now husband,” I say with a jut of my chin at the gathering below,
“had just been arrested for statutory rape.”
Her eyes widen even more. “Oh my God!”
“She’s always insisted they were in love, and the age
difference shouldn’t matter. It was her giant ‘fuck you’ to society.”
Her head cocks to the side as she watches the party below.
“I like her already.” She turns back to me. “Won’t they miss you?”
I press myself against her shoulder. “I’m disturbing you?”
A sardonic smile ghosts over her features as she lifts the
book. “I was in the middle of reading the thoughts of a dying giant bug-person
and not thinking that was at all weird, so I’m obviously already very disturbed.”
About the
Author:
Mia Storm is a hopeless romantic who is always
searching for her happy ending. Sometimes she’s forced to make one up. When
that happens, she’s thrilled to be able to share those stories with her
readers. She lives in California and spends much of her time in the sun with a
book in one hand and a mug of black coffee in the other, or hiking the trails
in Yosemite. Connect with her online at MiaStormAuthor.blogspot.com , on
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