I love sports, and I love romance. On paper, the boom in sports romances in recent years seems to have been tailor made for me, but they have not really worked as a whole. Other than Liz Tomforde’s Windy City books, none of the sports romances I’ve picked up in the past few years have worked for me. I generally find them to be painfully predictable and boring, and as someone tragically familiar with transfer sagas, the whole team-as-found-family thing reads really exhausting to me. […]
Now this is how I like my sports romance
In a Rush by Kate Canterbary





