Scoring the Keeper's Sister

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.

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?