This playboy bachelor baseball star meets a fiery young coach hellbent on making his life difficult, in monumental sports romance…Welcome to the third installment in the Billionaire Row Series, by Caroline Whiteley. Perfect for fans of Anna Huang, Lucy Score and Elsie Silver. Jackson Straite hasn’t changed one bit. But I have, thankfully. The star batter for the Yankees doesn’t recognise me as the gangly-legged teen who used to traipse around after the head coach all summer, otherwise known as my now estranged father. But I recognise him, not only from the countless hours I spent sitting on the sidelines of team practice staring, but from the collection of posters above my teenage desk from his underwear ad campaign. Gone are the teenage pimples, braces, and thick rimmed glasses—thank you LASIK—replaced with a young, determined female coach tasked with turning around the team’s performance and winning the infamous club that shiny World Series trophy. What stands in my way? Six feet and five inches of angry, arrogant man, who is more inclined to party than train. Manhattan’s hottest playboy bachelor is about to get a new house guest for the next three months. Not only am I now a glorified babysitter, but I also sleep just paces away from my celebrity teenage crush. As we peel back the layers, not only am I surprised he still makes my stomach flip in a way I don’t want to examine too closely, but I also see a version of the man that he keeps private. He’s funny, kind, and more sensitive that he would like to admit. Not only that, but we also share the same burden of watching fathers we idolised destroy our families. They say time heals, but perhaps finding the right person to stitch the broken pieces back together would be better