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“Are you stalking me?”
“We live right next door to each other, New Girl.”
Bay Bishop aka The New Girl is my new neighbor. Glasses, stage crew black clothes and a knack for fading into the background.
She’s probably the only one who rolls her eyes when I walk past instead of cheering on my last touchdown play. But before I can shove her into the recesses of my mind filed under “Not my problem” she lands herself smack dab in the middle of my dreams.
I catch her singing with a voice unlike any I’ve heard before that taps into feelings I shouldn’t have for the girl who avoids me at all costs. I need to know why she hates me.
With three months until graduation, the final play is on. Only it’s not for more points. It’s for Bay.
Unlike my success on the field, this win is anything but assured. But I can’t stop myself from taking the risk.
There’s no flashing scoreboard.
There’s no cheering crowd.
There’s only her and me.
The countdown clock is ticking. The only thing scarier about finding my first love will be losing her.
The Art of Falling for You is the first book in the new Fulton U universe sports romance, Falling trilogy.
EXCERPT
If only that had been the end of it. But it wasn’t. He was back that afternoon and mom insisted I take him a glass of lemonade.
I kicked his leg and he slid out with grease marks on his cheeks and hands that only made him hotter.
The universe’s unfairness had never been clearer than Dare looking like a cover model wheeling out from under my mom’s junker of a car. If I’d had a team of stylists and beauty professionals dress me and do my makeup, I’d never be more than catalog cute. He was super-model searing without even trying.
“From my mom.” I shoved the glass toward him.
“It’s not from you? Did you make it yourself?” He set the wrench down on the concrete and drew his knees up, resting his back against the side panel of the car. His gaze locked onto mine, holding it and not letting me look away.
My pulse pounded, and my stomach back flipped into next week. “Just take it.”
“Did you poison it?” He lifted an eyebrow.
“Yes, I dropped in one of my cyanide capsules that I keep on hand for annoying neighbors.”
He didn’t say a word, only let me stand there with my arm extended, not making a move to take the glass.
My hand shook. I jerked it back and took a sip. “See, not poisoned.” I took a step closer and held it out again.
His gray eyes twinkled with amusement. He shot up, so his body brushed against mine on the way up, not trying to make room at all for my personal space. His fingers curled over mine before he pulled the glass from my grasp.
Instead of drinking from the side of glass closest to him, he turned it in his hold and took a sip from my side of the glass. My lip prints melted away by his. He didn’t drop his gaze or look away.
He froze me in my tracks like a deer caught in headlights after a long night in the forest.
“Delicious."
AUTHOR BIO
Maya Hughes, that's me!, can often be found sneaking in another chapter while hiding in the bathroom from her kids! :-) I'm a romance writer who loves taking inspiration from everyday life, namely my husband and biggest fan. Inspiration also strikes when I hear a song, meet someone new or daydream while at soccer practice.
I love writing stories that capture the possibilities of the paths less travelled and enjoy experiencing life through my characters’ eyes.
I'm the mom of three little ones, the wife to an amazing husband and also work full time. Some of my favorite things are cupcakes, cinnamon rolls, white wine, laughing until I can't breathe, traveling with my family and Jeff Goldblum.
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