I voluntarily received an advanced review copy of this book and chose to review it.
I loved the premise for this book but unfortunately the characters just didn't do it for me, I found it really hard to connect to them. Maybe that was the point, but I just couldn't warm to them. Savannah is so stubborn and single minded and in no way could see what was right in front of her. There were so many times I wanted to shake her because she was being so stupid. Dylan was a bit better, a sweet loner but I found him lacking. I found the whole story lacking. I would've liked to see more emotion, more drama, just more. Even the problems with the team lacked any real feeling and were fixed too easily. A great premise but the story lacked for me, sorry.📖📖📖
All-star catcher Dylan Prosser always has his head in the game. Accustomed to keeping opponents from stealing bases, Dylan is completely focused on getting the team to the playoffs no matter what the cost. He definitely doesn’t expect anyone to steal his heart and turn his life upside down–least of all, a stray dog and a beautiful girl.
After the ultimate abandonment by her family, Savannah Monroe channels her savior-complex tendencies into helping animals because they can't hurt her like people can. Life at the animal rescue shelter has always provided the security and personal reward that she needs to be happy while protecting her heart.
But as she works with Sadie, Savannah soon realizes that his dog isn’t the only one who needs saving…
She shrugged. "For being you."
He pulled her closer, her hips snug against him. "I think I deserve a little more than a quick peck on the cheek."
She arched a brow, loving this playful side of the normally quiet, staid, and serious man. "Really? That wasn't on your cheek but on the lips. Sort of."
He snorted. "Not a real kiss. Not like this."
He slid a hand down her back to cup her butt through her jean shorts and pull her against him. He lowered his head, pausing centimeters from her lips, pausing for one moment as if waiting for permission, or for her to pull back. When she didn't, he pressed his lips to hers, passion infusing his kiss, heat rising quickly between them. She moaned and twined her hands behind his neck, entangling them in his hair, pulling his head down for a deeper embrace. His tongue teased at the seam of her lips and she opened them, eagerly tangling with his, tasting coffee, cinnamon, and a hint of something else, something she wanted more of, was starving for. And that scared her more than losing a dog.