Mister Baller A Small Town Enemies-to-Lovers Sports Romance Cassie-Ann L. Miller Mister Baller (A Small Town Enemies-to-Lovers Sports Romance) Copyright © 2020 Cassie-Ann L. Miller All rights reserved. This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents appearing therein are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be interpreted as real. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademarked status of the various products referenced in this work. Amazon’s Kindle Store is the only authorized distributor of this ebook. If you have downloaded or purchased it from any other distributor, please note that you have received an illegal copy. This not only violates the author’s copyright, deprives the author of royalties due and puts the book at risk of being removed from Kindle distribution, but it also exposes you to computer viruses, theft of your personal information by book pirates and potential legal prosecution. Created with Vellum Contents Stories by Cassie-Ann L. Miller About “Mister Baller” 1. Iris 2. Jude 3. Iris 4. Jude 5. Iris 6. Jude 7. Iris 8. Jude 9. Jude 10. Iris 11. Jude 12. Jude 13. Iris 14. Iris 15. Iris 16. Jude 17. Iris 18. Jude 19. Iris 20. Jude 21. Jude 22. Iris 23. Iris 24. Jude 25. Iris 26. Jude 27. Jude 28. Jude 29. Iris 30. Jude 31. Iris 32. Iris 33. Iris 34. Jude 35. Iris 36. Jude 37. Iris 38. Jude 39. Iris 40. Jude 41. Jude 42. Iris 43. Jude 44. Iris 45. Jude 46. Iris 47. Jude 48. Iris 49. Jude 50. Iris 51. Jude Epilogue So, what to read now…? Dirty Cameos & Easter Eggs Stories by Cassie-Ann L. Miller The Bad Boys in Love Series Mister Billions Mister Baller Mister Baby Daddy (pre-order) The Blue Collar Bachelors Series Lover Boy Play Boy Bad Boy Hot Boy Rich Boy Dream Boy Blue Collar Bachelors Box Set The Dirty Suburbs Series Dirty Neighbor Dirty Player Dirty Stranger Dirty Favor Dirty Lover Dirty Farmer Dirty Silver Dirty Forever Dirty Christmas The Esquire Girls Series Amber Nights (Amber – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4) Madison’s Story For Madison, Always (Madison – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4) Ruthie’s Story Ruthie’s Desire (Ruthie – Books 1, 2, 3 & 4) Hailey’s story Moments with Hailey (Hailey - Books 1, 2, 3 & 4) Esquire HEAT Series A Very Eager Intern A Very Frustrated Attorney Standalone Novels Holiday Hookup with the Rockstar Happy New You About “Mister Baller” My college rival. My ex-husband's best friend. My new roommate? Oh, boy. The last thing I want is to rent my spare bedroom to my ex-husband's best friend. His six-foot-three, dimple-faced, alphahole best friend. His injured-professional-football-player best friend. But desperate times, desperate measures, y'know? I can't afford to hold grudges. These heaping bills of mine won't pay themselves. Keeping my distance from my new roommate should be simple enough. I mean, I can't stand Jude Kingston. Plus, as my ex's friend, he's so off-limits he's virtually radioactive. In any case, Jude promises to stay out of my way. He's just a broken football hero in need of a quiet place to focus on healing his injured knee and saving his lifelong dream. Harmless, right? Um, not so much... The man is infuriating. He spends his days parading that shirtless, muscle-bound body all around my house. He insists on involving himself in my private business. He has zero concept of personal space. But he also has this boyish, unintentional charm. And this inconvenient way of repeatedly coming to my rescue. Suddenly, lust is throbbing in every room of this house. Lingering gazes over the dinner table... Sweaty workout sessions on the living room floor... Stolen kisses in the moonlit hallways... I can't fight these soft feelings growing roots in my belly. Jude is a vine, slowly wrapping himself around my heart. But when a piece of my past threatens his entire future, will our love even stand a chance? Mister Baller is a steamy, laugh-out-loud, enemy roommates-to-lovers small town romance featuring a stubborn footballer with a sinful eight-pack, an insufferable ego and the food preferences of a toddler. It is set in small town Illinois and is book 2 in the Bad Boys in Love series. A full-length (85 000-word) standalone. No cliffhanger. HEA guaranteed. 1 Iris Oh my god. Eff this diet. The rich scents of basil and oregano practically throb in the air. A waitress weaves between tables with steaming plates of chicken parmesan. My eyes follow the woman's movements across the low-lit Italian restaurant like a mesmerized house cat watching a squirrel video. I'm vaguely aware that I might be drooling. When the divine chicken parm reaches its destination—the adorable elderly couple seated near the window—my empty gut lets out a loud, hollow noise that echoes above the ambient music. I clench my stomach to hush the sound. Lexi aims a pitying glance at the sad-looking spring greens on my plate. “You sure you don’t want a bite?” She wiggles a forkful of cheesy, marinara-drenched pasta at me from the other side of our booth. Oh, I’d make some sketchy life choices for a piece of cheese right about now... The voice of reason barges into my parmesan fantasies like the cock-blocker she is. No, Iris. Cheese might give you a temporary dopamine hit but in the long run, you're only gonna look in the mirror and feel bad about yourself. And heaven knows that my self-esteem has already taken a beating over the past few months. I lost my marriage, my business and my sense of self all in the span of a few weeks. The last thing I need is yet another failure weighing me down. Now, I’m 27, newly-divorced and determined to overhaul virtually everything in my life. My body, my finances, my health. I’m acutely aware that I won't get anywhere with this plan unless I'm willing to exercise a little discipline—and forego a little cheese—at this point. Hence the diet. And the fixed budget. Both wonderful, mature adulting decisions. Not so wonderful for dining out, though. It takes everything in me to refuse Lexi's offer. I shake my head vigorously. "Oh, nah. I'm good with this." I stab my fork into the pile of limp spinach in front of me and shovel it into my mouth. "Mmm. Delicious." My salad is not delicious. My salad tastes like dirt. But I’m strong—and poor—so I’m sticking to my guns. I haven’t seen much of my bestie over the past few weeks. We’ve both been busy with our own lives. Lexi's been struggling to balance her thriving bridal boutique with her bangin' hot sex life. Me? I fill my days with testing out new business ideas, coming up with creative ways to dodge my creditors and trying to stretch every
