My whole body is tingling, and I can’t move. Even under her oversized shirt, I can see the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

She’s staring at my back, her eyes wide behind her glasses. Her hair is piled in a messy bun on the top of her head, the ends of it beaded with water like she just had a shower too. Hope is standing there in a baggy t-shirt and tight running shorts. I’m hyperaware of every bare inch of my skin as I turn my head to look over my shoulder. My own breath catches, and my whole chest blooms with heat.

The greeting starts out loud and confident before ending with a soft, almost breathless oh as the footsteps come to a halt. I have my head shoved in my locker as I dig around for the extra sports bra I know I have in here somewhere when I hear footsteps behind me. I throw my stuff over my shoulder and leave the stall with my towel wrapped around me like a dress.īack at my locker, I pull on some fresh underwear and a pair of old grey sweatpants I cut into shorts. By the time I’m patting myself dry with a towel, my hands have gone a little pruney. There’s nothing like a cold shower after a good, long practice. Losing has never been an option, but winning might cost more than they’re willing to pay.Ĭatch and Cradle is a New Adult WLW romance from Katia Rose that’s filled with all the hilarity and heartache of finding your way through college while discovering love, friendship, and what it means to be yourself. The friendships of a tight-knit team and their shot at the title are all lying on the line, but as Hope and Becca get closer to bending rules they’ve sworn never to break, they realize they’ve put their hearts on that line too. She’s spent the past two years writing off her attraction as a harmless crush, but starting a new semester fresh out of an awful relationship makes Hope realize just how far from harmless the heat between her and Becca really is. Hope knew she was headed straight to the danger zone from the moment she saw Becca’s flame-red hair and surly captain smirk. Unfortunately, that’s exactly what Hope Hastings has been since the day she showed up for tryouts: one walking, talking, charismatically dorky and way-too-kissable distraction. After witnessing way too much drama in the past, Captain Becca Moore is intent on keeping her players’ love lives out of the locker room.īecca has no time or tolerance for any distractions from the game. The UNS Women’s Lacrosse team doesn’t have an official policy against inter-teammate relationships, but those words might as well be carved into stone tablets in the middle of the field.

Catch and Cradle by Katia Rose