The Grumpy Player Next Door — Pippa Grant

I, Tillie Jean Rock, am not in love with my brother's teammate. Sure, he might have those biceps and that I am the grouchiest of grouchy bears smolder, and he might shovel snow off his driveway next door wearing nothing but boxer shorts and rubber boots, and he might be running a side business feeding all the stray goats in town, but studliness is only skin-deep.And I might flirt with him every chance I get, but I swear it's only to annoy my brother.And him.Because Max Cole?Under all of those glorious muscles and chiseled cheekbones and searing glares beats the heart of a heartless devil.I could no sooner fall in love with a guy who treats me like a kid, and judges me at every opportunity, and sets an army of garden gnomes loose on my yard, than I could fall in love with my grandfather's pet parrot.But I can definitely annoy him. I can one hundred percent get on board with annoying him.That's what you do when you don't like your neighbor, right?But you know what they say about love and hate...It's a very thin line.Especially when the real reason I'm not in love with Max Cole-that he's incapable of love-might not be true at all.The Grumpy Player Next door is a fun-filled enemies-to-lovers romcom featuring a ray of sunshine on a mission, an athlete who's only grouchy around her, and an epic prank gone wrong. It stands alone and comes complete with small-town shenanigans, a goat who's not nearly as wise as his name suggests, and proof that sometimes, love is the best kind of vengeance.