he first time I met Max Yearwood was on a blind date. Max was insanely gorgeous, funny, and our chemistry was off the charts. He also had the biggest dimples I’d ever laid eyes on.

Exactly what I needed after my breakup. Or so I thought…Until my real date arrived. Turned out, Max wasn’t who I was there to meet.

He only pretended to be until my real date showed up. To say I was disappointed would be an understatement. Before he left, he slipped me a ticket to a hockey game a few blocks away, in case things didn’t work out on my actual date.

I tossed the ticket into my purse and went about trying to enjoy the man I was supposed to meet. But my real blind date and I had no connection. So on my way home, I decided to take a chance and stop by the game.

When I arrived, the seat next to me was empty. Disappointed again, I decided to leave at the end of the period. Just before the buzzer, one of the teams scored, and the entire arena went crazy.

A player’s face flashed up on the Jumbotron. He was wearing a helmet, but I froze when he smiled. You guessed it: Dimples.

Apparently, my fake blind date hadn’t invited me to watch hockey with him; he’d invited me to watch him play. And so began my adventure with Max Yearwood. Max proposed that we spend the summer helping me forget my ex.

It sounded like a good plan. Things couldn’t get too serious when we had an expiration date. Right? But you know what they say about the best-laid plans…The Summer Proposal shows Vi Keeland at her very best in a charming and sexy sports romance book full of romcom delight and a healthy dose of spice.