HAPPY BOOK WEEK: AT FIRST PLAY (CORAL BELL COVE #3) BY RENEE HARLESS

 

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"At First Play is a WINNER.... Harless tiptoes through the soul with haunting accuracy. Emotion that explores all the corners of temptation while slowly seducing the heart." - (Isha C., Blogger, Reader, Reviewer - Hopeless Romantic)

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Why you will love this book…

📗Small Town

🏈Second Chance Romance

📗Best Friend’s Brother

🏈He falls first

📗Close Proximity

🏈Football

📗Slow Burn

🏈Childhood Crush

Bailey Hart has mastered the art of staying small.

A lighthouse-bookstore, a quiet life in Coral Bell Cove, and enough romance novels to drown out the heartbreak she swore she’d never repeat. She’s sworn off big leaps, big risks, and especially the boy who once left her love note—and her heart—on full display.

Crew Wright was supposed to have it all.

The charming quarterback with a Southern smile and a future paved in stadium lights… until an injury sent everything crashing down. Now he’s back home to heal his shoulder, his pride, and the parts of himself he buried beneath fame. He’s not expecting Bailey—the girl who saw him before the world ever did.

What starts as borrowed tools, paint-splattered afternoons, and late-night confessions quickly turns into something neither of them can outrun.

Bailey wants to protect her heart.

Crew wants a second chance to prove he won’t break it.

But when old wounds reopen and the world comes calling for him again, they’ll have to decide if love is something you chase…

or something you stay for.

At First Play is a slow-burn, banter-filled, small-town romance about forgiveness, falling again, and finding the one person who feels like home—no matter how far you’ve run.

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REVIEW: AT FIRST PLAY (CORAL BELL COVE #3) BY RENEE HARLESS

At First Play by Renee Harless

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Emotion that explores all the corners of temptation while slowly seducing the heart. Harless tiptoes through the soul with haunting accuracy. Bailey and Crew take their time getting under your skin. From the hints of humor to the moments of heartache, At First Play is a WINNER.

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#Excerpt

The storm rattles the windows. The lighthouse beam sweeps. Somewhere in town, a transformer pops, and the lights flicker once.

We don’t move.

“I’m scared,” she says suddenly, voice barely above a whisper.

I squeeze her hand. “Of what?”

She takes a shaky breath. “Of losing you again. Of… getting this wrong. Of giving you all my pages and finding out you only wanted the highlight reel.”

I swallow hard. “Bailey,” I say, my voice rough. “I’ve already seen the messy chapters. I was there for some of them, remember?”

Her laugh is watery. “You caused a couple.”

“Yeah.” The word tastes like regret and hope. “And I’ve spent a long time trying to figure out how to be worthy of a second read.”

She stares at me for a long moment, like she’s weighing something big and breakable in her hands.

Then she shifts closer, swinging a leg over my lap in one smooth, hesitant motion, settling down so she’s straddling me.

My hands fly to her hips on instinct, fingers flexing against the denim. My brain short-circuits.

“Bailey,” I rasp.

“I’m choosing,” she says, eyes steady on mine. “I get to do that, remember?”

“Yeah,” I manage. “You do.”

She cups my face again, thumbs brushing my cheekbones. “Then let me.”

Her mouth finds mine, slow and deliberate, and this time there’s no tentative edge. No testing. Just the quiet, fierce certainty of a decision made and remade.

I kiss her back, pouring all the words I don’t trust myself to say into the press of my lips, the angle of my jaw, the way my hands tighten on her waist like she’s the only solid thing in a world that keeps shifting.

Her fingers slide into my hair, tugging gently, and a sound escapes my chest I wouldn’t recognize on a replay. She swallows it with a soft, desperate noise of her own.

The storm rages outside. Up here, the world narrows to the couch, the heat of her thighs bracketing my hips, and the taste of chocolate and peppermint on her tongue.

She breaks the kiss first, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine. “Crew,” she whispers. “I want—”

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