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Title: Birthday Girl
Author: Lily Kate
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Birthday Girl:Good things come in extra-large, smoking hot birthday suits. Bad boy Cohen James has screwed up yet again. Star forward of Minnesota’s pro hockey team, Cohen’s made a name for himself—and not in a good way. So, at the insistence of his agent, he’s stuck volunteering at the local YMCA teaching introductory adult swim lessons for ten weeks. Ten weeks of torture. What he doesn’t expect is her. Annie Plymouth, star pupil. Her ruffled green bathing suit might be the most ridiculous thing he’s ever seen, but after a few heated breaststroke lessons and some intense mouth to mouth, Cohen’s ready to get her out of the water and into her birthday suit… except she has a different game plan. Is the pair destined to sink… or can they swim?
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I hate water. Now, this hate is not a casual dislike of lakes, or even a modest mistrust of the ocean. It’s not even a slight hesitation to go swimming without a life jacket. No, my fear is all consuming. I am utterly, undeniably terrified of large bodies of water. I’ve managed to get by so far in life without learning the art of the front crawl—it’s always “that time of the month” during pool parties. My gym teacher probably thought I had a chronic case of the flu thanks to my spectacular acting performances to avoid swim class. At home, I generally avoid taking baths because I’m terrified of falling asleep and drowning in my own tub, but showers work just fine. My mother once tried to enroll me in swim lessons through the local community center, but I cried so hard that my teacher begged my mother to reconsider. Now that I’m twenty-two, she thinks enough time has passed to try again. I’m as equally unenthusiastic as I was the first time around. The only difference is that this time, I can’t sob my way out of it. “Dear, you need to face your fears,” my mother says again as I drag my feet into the locker room, dreading whatever the next hour will bring. “It’s for your safety.” “Yeah, right.” “What do you mean by that?” she snaps. “It is! I don’t want you to fall overboard after you’ve had one too many margaritas and die, Annie. Not on my wedding cruise. You’re the maid of honor for crying out loud.” “Right, and it’d be really inconvenient to plan a funeral from your honeymoon.” “We love you,” she says. “Claude and I care for your safety.” “Claude calls me Amanda. He doesn’t care about my survival.” She huffs, but doesn’t reply. She’s run out of arguments, I guess, which is just fine with me since I don’t want to discuss this any longer. I’m angry enough standing here at eight a.m. on a Saturday morning, in the middle of a late February snowstorm, freezing my ass off in a lime-green bathing suit.