Mr. Match

Fernando Fuerte is a total player. In every sense of the word. He's star forward for the Sharks, the pro soccer team where I handle PR. And I don't care if Mr. Match says he's my soulmate. I don't date players. But when my brother tells me there's no way Fuerte would ever go out with me anyway? All bets are off. I'll score him just to prove a point. Because if there's one thing I hate more than players? It's losing. The problem is, the closer I get to Fuerte, the closer I get to losing my heart. The Setup: When my boyfriend, Andrew-the-hand-model, dumped me, my twin brother suggested I try San Diego's hottest dating app, Mr. Match. I figured I couldn't do worse than a guy who wore gloves all the time. (And I do mean all the time.) But when the site matched me with my biggest PR nightmare and nemesis, Fernando "the Fire" Fuerte, a guy who has more dates than a calendar, I knew Mr. Match was probably high. Fuerte's tabloid shenanigans turned my stomach and regularly challenged my ability to keep the Sharks organization looking respectable. My brother Trace - Fuerte's best friend and keeper for the Sharks - laughed at me when I told him who I'd been matched with. He laughed. I might take myself a little bit seriously, but I won't be laughed at. Fernando Fuerte will go out with me if I decide that's what I want. And when Trace makes me a bet that I can't get him to ask me out? A bet that involves very fancy cheese? It's on. The problem is that the closer I get to Fuerte, the more I start to see that he's actually a good guy. And the closer I get to becoming just another girl in his long line of dates. If I fall for him, can I win more than just the ridiculous cheese bet I made with my brother? Can I actually win Fuerte's love?