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Super cute read. I love the way opposites attract and that plans don't always work out in this book. I felt like I could relate to the characters reactions and situations. Totally adorable and I love Otis. He's a reminder of everything that older siblings love and hate about their tagalong siblings.
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The Perfectly Imperfect Match (Suttonville Sentinels #3)
by Kendra C. Highley
Publication Date: July 10, 2017
Publisher: Entangled Teen Crush
Publisher: Entangled Teen Crush
Pitcher Dylan Dennings has his future all mapped out: make the minors straight out of high school, work his way up the farm system, and get called up to the majors by the time heâs twenty-three. The Plan has been his sole focus for years, and if making his dreams come true means instituting a strict âno girlsâ policy, so be it.
Lucy Foster, needlepoint ninja, big sister to an aspiring pitcher, and chicken advocate, likes a little mayhem. So what if she gets lost taking her brother to baseball campâŠat her own high school? The pitching coach, some hotshot high school player, obviously thinks sheâs a hot mess. Too bad heâs cute, because heâs so not her type.
Problem is, they keep running into each other, and every interaction sparks hotter than the last. But with Dylanâs future on the line, he has to decide whether some rules are made to be brokenâŠ
Disclaimer: This book contains a crazy night of moonlit skinny-dipping, a combustible crush, and kisses swoony enough to unwind even the most Type A athlete.
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Excerpt
Lucy watched Dylan cut through the water with a precise breaststroke. Even his swimming was neat and tidy. She slumped against the bench as he pulled himself onboard and untied the boysâ boat. He stood there, dripping, while their friends cruised away.
âUmâŠâ He swallowed hard and wiped water out of hiseyes. âLookââ
âDonât bother.â She slumped as far as she could without falling off the bench. âI know what you meant. Just because our friends set us up doesnât mean we have to do anything about it.â
âHey.â He sounded irritated now. âYou donâtunderstand, and thatâs why Iâm here. Iâm not dating because Iâm focused entirely on baseball right now. I have a shot at the minors next spring after we graduate, and Iâm putting all my energy into that. Itâs not you.â He rubbed his face, shifting his balance like he was going to jump out of the boat any second. âYouâreâŠyouâreâŠwell, youâre someone I would definitely chat up under different circumstances.â
Lucy slowly sat up straighter, noticing how his ears hadturned red. The little devil on her shoulder, the one thatmade her impulsive, talked her into pulling her shouldersback and pushing her chest out ever so slightly. Just to seewhat heâd do. When his eyes drifted, then snapped back toher face, she smirked a little. âChat me up, huh? Even though you think Iâm a hot mess?â
âDid I ever say that?â He crossed his arms over his lifevest. âMaybe I questioned your ability to drive places, but Inever said you were a mess.â âUh huh.â She relaxed against the seat, unable to believe it. âYou seemed really annoyed that I stayed for camp today. I could almost see the thought bubble over your head, âthis oneâs brought his crazy sister.ââ
âI didnâtâŠâ He squeezed his eyes shut and ground hisjaw. After a deep breath, he tried again. âI just thought youwere a little overprotective. Otis is nine, not two.â
âAnd who are you to decide that?â Lucy sat upstraighter, daring him to look her over. âBut, if you want, Iâll stay away from your precious camp. You better take good care of my brother, though, or weâll have more than words, Coach Dylan.â
She sighed, furious that sheâd taken the bait and engaged with this jackass. âYou donât have to stand there like youâre about to jump in the lake if I twitch in your direction. I wouldnât touch you if you paid me.â
Dylanâs eyes narrowed. As if he was calling her bluff,he unbuckled his life vest and dropped it to the floor. Oh, shirtless boy alert.
Yep, she was rightâŠhe was cute. And cut. His blondhair was tinged gold by the setting sun, but her gaze keptstraying somewhere elseâŠsomewhere tan and muscular. As she watched, his forearms tensed, showing off a pair of arms that demanded her attention.
She met his eyes and found him smirking back at her.Right. âI appreciate the effort, but youâre not my type.â
He rolled his eyes. âYouâre not exactly mine, either,Princess.â
She rose, standing with her feet wide apart to compensate for the rocking boat. âAnd what type is that? Bubble headed? Simpering? Compliant?â
He glared at her. âDisciplined. Smart. Driven.â
She laughed coldly. âI think thatâs the wrong kind of girl for you. Too much like-knows-like. You need someone to shake you up, make you live for now instead of a year from now.â
âOh, and you think youâre the person to do that?â
For some reason, both their voices had risen, but shecouldnât back down. Mom would tell her the passion wasgetting the better of her, and if only she took a second tobreathe, sheâd see it. Too late for that now. âI might be, if you removed the stick from your ass.â
He took a step toward her. âYeah, and you need someone to untangle your hot-mess self.â
She took a big step toward him, pointing a finger at hischest. âI knew you thought I was a hot mess!â
He took another step, but she wasnât afraid of him. No,she didnât think sheâd ever felt so alive, honestly. Her heartpounded in her chest, and her fingertips tingled. Like sheâdbeen in a dim room, and someone had turned on a floodlight.
âFine! I did think it, and Iâll say it, too,â Dylan snapped. âYouâre a hot mess, Lucy Foster. What are you going to do about it?â
Her mouth dropped open, and her whole body flushedwith heat. The next step she took brought her an inch awayfrom him. Close enough to see he was shaking. Rage? Fear? All she knew was that she was shaking, too, but it was from neither of those things. âYou know what I think? I think youâre a jackass!â
Then, before she could decide whether this was theworst idea sheâd ever had, she swayed closer, so that herchest brushed his just barely, and went up on tiptoe, stopping short of kissing himâŠwaiting to see what would happen.
They stared each other down, each of them breathinghard. Lucyâs gaze dropped to his lips then back to his eyes,daring him to make a move.
He growled, this frustrated, almost anguished sound,before closing the distance. He pulled her close, his wettorso sliding slick against hers. Then his mouth was on hers, and she forgot everythingâabout being angry, about being stuck in the middle of the lake with a guy who pushed her buttons, about Dad being gone. Nothing mattered but his warm breath against her cheek and his strong arms holding her tight despite the rocking boat beneath them. Good thing, because she was lightheaded, but didnât want to come up for air.
They clung together, the kiss frantic and disorganized.Somewhere in the back of her brain, she recognized this guy hadnât let himself go for a long, long timeâŠand that heâd been hurt recently. All of it was there in the depth of this kiss. His chest was warm, heaving against hers, and his fingers traced the line of her bare spine, sending shivers across her back.
She didnât even hear the other boat approach. No, shedidnât notice a thing until Serena called, âSweet baby Jesus! I said apologize, not act out a movie star kiss in the middle of my boat!â
Kendra C. Highley lives in north Texas with her husband and two children. She also serves as staff to four self-important and high-powered cats. This, according to the cats, is her most important job. She believes in everyday magic, extraordinary love stories, and the restorative powers of dark chocolate.
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