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“…downright funny and pulse-quickeningly sexy…”

Sage Fogerty has a complicated history with basketball. She hadn’t planned on addressing it...ever...until her graduate internship at Southeastern University fell through and she’s left with no choice but to be team manager for the men’s basketball team. Forced to confront the sport that used to be her entire world, Sage not only begins to mend her relationship with basketball, but also finds herself opening up to the overprotective head coach — a beautiful, bear of a man who she may or may not have almost hooked up with at the beginning of the year. 

David Hughes is back at Southeastern with his dream job, Head Basketball Coach, and a chance to do things right. When the season gets off to a rocky start, David finds himself seeking out Sage's company. There’s something about her — beyond her blue pantsuits and blonde ponytail — that keeps him showing up at her door with canned soup and take-out until he feels just as at home in her plant-filled apartment as he does his own. 

But the attraction that drew them together that first night at the bar didn’t disappear just because their circumstances changed. And as accidental run-ins at the grocery store become shared meals, exchanging t-shirts, and slow dances, they find it increasingly difficult to remain professional in face of the chemistry between them.

Courtside is an almost hook up-to-coworkers-to-lovers romance filled with big men with tiny dogs, breakfast tacos, annoyingly perceptive friends, forgiveness, and, ultimately, two people who choose happiness together — on and off the court.

Courtside Content warnings

  • This book contains sexually explicit content and explicit language. Additionally, there are references to the following content that may be triggering to some readers: past grooming behavior*, past adult/minor relationship*, and confronting a past abuser*.

    *None of the mentioned content occurs between the two main characters.

“…a fun, binge-able, spicy, Halloween romance…”

Dying wasn’t a part of the plan…

Tatiana was supposed to start dating again. She was finally supposed to quit her job now that she’d saved enough to buy the corner property on South Street and Ordell that she’d had her eye on for years. She was supposed to live now. She was thirty, flirty, and she was supposed to be fucking thriving. 

Not dead. There was no room for “being dead” in her plan.