New York Monarchs

Mateo Martinez is many things. The starting pitcher of the New York Monarchs, a devoted single father, and most recently, my new boss. When the opportunity to finally move out of my parent's cramped apartment and into his swanky home to nanny for his daughter arose, I simply couldn't pass it up. Until I made the silly suggestion for him to keep me on a three-strikes system, and I'm racking them up at lightning speed.

The man was supposed to remain a stranger. A fond memory of a night I'll never forget. Instead, I'm mortified to learn that my dirty little secret is now the new owner of the New York Monarchs, making him my boss. I tell myself I can handle this new development. I didn't become the first female general manager in Major League Baseball without knowing how to handle a curveball. I make trades and close deals better than any other GM in the league. But when the arrogant billionaire offers me a contract I can't refuse, it seems like I've earned myself another fancy, although temporary title: wife.

Luke Weston is my best friend. He's also the New York Monarchs' coach, a perpetual grump, and right now, the man driving the getaway car on my wedding day. I should be panicking about how I just blew up my life or how the media will inevitably tarnish my name. But while I'm hiding up in the...