Stealing Home (Paperback)
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Original price
R 280.00
Original price
R 280.00
R 280.00
R 280.00
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R 280.00
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R 280.00
How can I focus on baseball, when I'm falling for my gorgeous, grumpy roommate . . .?
Sebastian
It's my final season to prove myself before the MLB Draft. The last thing I need is a distraction -especially not one as tantalising as Mia di Angelo. She's the drop-dead gorgeous astrophysicist-in-training who ditched me the moment I wanted to take us from casual to committed. But when she needs somewhere to stay for the summer . . . I can't help but offer her my place.
Being roommates can't be that hard, can it . . .?
Mia
I have two goals this summer: get into a study abroad program and get over baseball god Sebastian Miller-Callahan. It's not easy to stop thinking about him, but he deserves better than a prickly, career-focused girl like me. And the last thing I need is to play roommates with the only man who can set my body ablaze, when our futures could not be more different.
But why do all the feelings I pretend that I never had come rushing back, far too strong for either of us to ignore . . .?
Sebastian
It's my final season to prove myself before the MLB Draft. The last thing I need is a distraction -especially not one as tantalising as Mia di Angelo. She's the drop-dead gorgeous astrophysicist-in-training who ditched me the moment I wanted to take us from casual to committed. But when she needs somewhere to stay for the summer . . . I can't help but offer her my place.
Being roommates can't be that hard, can it . . .?
Mia
I have two goals this summer: get into a study abroad program and get over baseball god Sebastian Miller-Callahan. It's not easy to stop thinking about him, but he deserves better than a prickly, career-focused girl like me. And the last thing I need is to play roommates with the only man who can set my body ablaze, when our futures could not be more different.
But why do all the feelings I pretend that I never had come rushing back, far too strong for either of us to ignore . . .?