The Director by August Jones

Spring training is only a month away, and I’m supposed to be on vacation. The last place I want to be is snowed in with my arrogant teammate and the complete stranger he’s crushing on.

Vince Rossi is everything I hate. Too good looking, too talented, and totally unwilling to give me a pass for making one mistake. He treats me like every other cocky jock did growing up. And the stranger, Elio Basso, is the former porn star who owns the cabin we’re stuck in who looks at Vince like he hung the damn moon.

Watching Elio and Vince seduce each other makes me uncomfortable. Jealous. Confused. Agitated. The harsh feelings confuse the crap out of me, but nothing triggers me more than feeling left out. The only problem is—I’m not gay. At least—I don’t think I am, but the passionate way they kiss is just… It’s like everything I’ve always wanted but never let myself have. When Elio and Vince tell me there’s room for one more in bed, I catch fire. As the three of us give in to cabin fever, we burn too hot to remember that fevers, like winning streaks, are meant to break.