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Life Just Threw Her A Curveball.
As the team-owner’s daughter, Maggie Jameson grew up in the New York Saints’ stadium—glove, cap, hot dogs, and all. Baseball’s in her blood, and she’s always dreamed of the day when she would lead the Saints to victory herself. That was before her dad had to sell the team to Alex Winters. The fast-talking, fiercely attractive businessman has a baseball pedigree that’s distinctly minor league. Maggie wants to hate him but his skills of seduction, however, are off the charts.
Will Love Be A Home Run?
Alex could never have imagined how much this team means to Maggie. He needs her to help show the players that they’re still a family…even if he and Maggie are at the verge of exchanging blows. But her fiery determination and gorgeous looks prove irresistible to Alex. And much as he wants to relegate their relationship to the playing field—and get the Saints back in the game—Alex just can’t help himself: What he wants to win most is Maggie’s heart…
Fun, hot, filled with intrigue and complications, The Devil in Denim is a sporty contemporary romance with some awesome characters.
I fell in love with Alex from the moment he first showed up in the bar where Maggie was trying to drown all her sorrows in tequila. Even if he was the cause of her anger and heartache, his reaction to everything she threw at him was so great, I just swooned and almost let my kindle slip out from between my hands. Maggie had just had the day from hell, and it truly didn’t help her when Alex showed up while she was trying to get rid of every single memory of that day. It also didn’t help her that she found him so attractive she dubbed him the devil in her mind – and she just might have said that to his face too… the devil part, not the attractive one.
The Devil in Denim shows that even people who work hard to achieve their dreams might not be able to reach those dreams at the time they thought they would. That’s exactly what happened to Maggie, and she is pissed off at the world in general, and at her dad and Alex in particular. Just after she has finished all her education in sports psychology and management, and feels ready to ease into the position as CEO of the New York Saints, her father completely tears the rug out from under her when he informs her that he has sold her beloved baseball team to Alex and his two business partners and friends.
Very quickly, though, both Maggie and Alex realize they have amazing chemistry, and it becomes very hard for Maggie to resist the devil in denim as she has now dubbed Alex in her mind. The sale of The Saints hasn’t gone through yet, though, and when another man shows his interest, both in the baseball team and having Maggie as CEO, she doesn’t know what to do. And this is where I lost a little respect for Maggie… she gets upset when Alex tells her she can’t be a part of his team and know what they are doing until he knows for sure she is in board. I think this is just good sense, but Maggie mixed in her personal feelings there, and that was not a good idea.
There was another instance where I rolled my eyes a little bit, and that’s the first time Alex and Maggie had sex, and Maggie said something to the effect of her being on the pill. Good thing Alex still had his brains and said that he still preferred using a condom! Protection is important, right? Apart from these two instances, I really enjoyed The Devil in Denim, both because of the main characters and the supporting characters, and because of the sport. I’m not really familiar with baseball, but the spirit of people who are professionals is the same as in sports I am familiar with, and I loved learning a little more about baseball through Maggie’s story.
Written in third person pas tense, it was easy to follow the story, even if most of it happened from Maggie’s point of view. The tension was very well done, and I loved the sparkling chemistry. Maggie also had some very good friends that were present for her, and Alex’ business partners were also his best friends, and I look forward to reading more about the New York Saints in the next installment of this series.
She lifted the shot glass before her, tilted it and slammed the tequila back. It burned all the way down and she sucked lemon desperately. She really hated tequila but it was the fastest way she knew to get drunk.
Anyway, maybe she’d gotten lucky and someone had sent her Alex Winter’s head on a platter. Though that would require something substantially bigger than a shoe box given the size of the man’s ego.
Time to suck it up and be smart. She thought he was the devil but he was beginning to suspect that she might have been sent to tempt him.