Tagline: When Gayle faces handsome retired firefighter Ray on the pickleball court, they strike up some serious competition--and chemistry.
Stream of Consciousness Observations: Ooh, I want to know where to get coconut-scented sunscreen. I love that smell! My sunscreen always just smells like chemicals. :(
Ah, it's a hate-to-love story. And I don't blame Gayle. I don't like cocky guys either.
Oh, but Ray's a firefighter. Yum.
Wait, they have a history? He saved her house???? Girl, how can you find him infuriating?
All right, we have a paragraph explaining how she acknowledges the history but still finds his competitive streak irritating. I'm okay with her state of mind now. It's important to make your characters likable. Up until this paragraph I was finding her a little immature.
LOL. This story is a mild roller coaster for me. I'm shaking my head that she just glared at him just because he winked at her.
"...he's more like a storm on the horizon than a ray of sunshine." -- Ha! Pun intended?
Ah, another trope...man to the rescue! Who doesn't want a handsome, strong firefighter to carry her in his arms? Wistful sigh.
Okay, nice story! I love pickleball. If only my day job doesn't already give me "tennis elbow."
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