Sara Ney

Hard Pass Sara Ney

Hard pass. That's what the last girl I slept with said when she got her first sober glimpse of me. She laughed, walked out of my penthouse--and I never saw her again. It doesn't matter that I'm a rich, professional athlete; what mattered was my face. Beauty might only be skin deep for some--but I know better. Pay up. That's what the last girl I spoke to said over the phone when I made her an offer she couldn't refuse. Desperate to sell a set of rare baseball cards, she's clever and entertaining. I'm instantly smitten, but nowhere ready to reveal myself. Thank god she has no idea who I am--or what I look like. I'm a professional athlete--how hard can playing the love game be? Contains mature themes.