A sweet, smutty AF tennis romance between an anxious chaos gremlin and a guarded neat-freak who is very sure of himself.

Miles went on swiping through the pages as one might flip through a book without really looking. After a few more, he slowed to read, something capturing his interest. A horrible sense of inevitability crawled over me.

“Mat,” he said, turning another page, that wicked smile dawning again. “Mat, this is dirty shit. They’re—”

“No, don’t tell me! I haven’t read that bit yet.”

He looked up, the laughter back in his eyes. “You need your porn to be a surprise?”

“Fuck you, that’s literature.”

“‘He forgot what he’d been going to say, letting out a groan as Daniel lowered his head, taking his cock wholly inside his mouth, lips—’”

I snatched of reader from his hands for the second time. “Excuse you, but a book having blowjobs is not a drawback.”

Coming May 2026