This book is pure serotonin with a side of emotional chaos, and I devoured every page.
Teagan is a 24 year old gymnast with a temper she’s never quite learned to tuck away, and honestly, I loved her for it. She’s fierce, stubborn, and so used to fighting for her place that she doesn’t know how to stop swinging. When Team USA suspends her and her coach starts using her career as leverage, she’s forced to “retire”. She’s spiraling, angry, and absolutely not in the market for a man.
Then there’s Quentin Hayes, he’s 36, an MLB pitcher with a body built by discipline and a voice that slips into French when he’s flustered or turned on. (Yes, it’s as hot as it sounds.)
“Tu es si belle. Ma vie est belle grâce à toi.”
He’s also in a long‑running feud with Teagan’s brother, Ian, which makes their one impulsive night together the kind of mistake that should’ve stayed buried. The sports drama adds just the right amount of grit, especially with Ian and Quentin’s rivalry simmering in the background.
Except it doesn’t. Two pink lines later, they’re suddenly “friends.”
Platonic.
Totally casual.
Nothing to see here.
The delusion is delicious.
Because the spice between them builds. Their chemistry simmers under every conversation, every accidental touch, every moment Quentin forgets he’s supposed to be keeping his distance because he’s born to be a caretaker. He cooks for her. He plays her favorite music without being asked. He listens, really listens, when she vents or snaps or tries to push him away. And when he murmurs something soft and devastating in French, Teagan melts faster than she wants to admit. She’s used to feeling like too much, like she’s too cold, or hardened but with Quentin she softens, only for him and their little blueberry.
Their dynamic is this perfect blend of tension, tenderness, and “we shouldn’t but we absolutely will.” Teagan’s sharp edges meet Quentin’s steady warmth, and watching her slowly trust him despite the pregnancy, despite her own fear of needing someone is the emotional heart of the story.
“We can’t live by what-ifs, mon coeur. We will deal with whatever happens, when it does.”
This is one of those sports romances where the spice is electric, the MMC is quietly devastating in the best way, and the FMC is fighting the world and her own heart at the same time, all in all this one is an absolute must‑read.
A huge thank you to Carlie Jean & Good Girls PR for the early copy!