Love Beyond The Diamond by Laura Langa (Book 2)
Lily’s Content Guide
💋 Romance level: Descriptive Kisses Only
🗣️ Language: None
⚠️ Content Warning: Emotional abuse to child(past, not shown) dysfunctional family
📚 Genre: Contemporary Romance
🎀 Lily’s verdict: 💖 Absolutely adored
I absolutely LOVED this one so much! Willow’s sunshine personality paired with Shane’s extra-grumpy one was the PERFECT combination 🥹💖
This was such a lovely story, and I absolutely devoured it! I especially loved how Willow always stood up for Shane, even when it meant standing up to his own family🥹
And Shane🥹🥹 The way he took care of Willow and supported her through her new diagnosis, encouraged her painting dreams, and honestly just supported her through EVERYTHING😂 He was seriously the sweetest. Truly one of those grumps who only smiles for her🥰
⚾️ Sports Romance
☀️ Grumpy x Sunshine
⚾️ Type 1 Diabetes Rep
☀️ Marriage of Convenience
⚾️ He Yearns for Her
☀️ Protective MMC
BLURB: rumpy right fielder. Sunshine artist. Fake vows. Real feelings.
Getting kidnapped while out with friends wasn’t the curveball I expected. Turns out, the tattooed mountain of a man who hauled me away on his motorcycle was actually rescuing me.
Shane Seaver has the league convinced he’s the grumpy right fielder with a permanent scowl. Unfortunately for him, I’m a hyperrealist painter—so I notice what everyone else misses, like his quiet kindness and dry humor.
Between three part-time jobs and a pricey new diagnosis, my art career is stuck on the bench. Even my sparkling optimism and knack for turning mishaps into adventures can’t save me. Then I discover the penthouse I clean belongs to Shane—and he has a wild-card proposal.
Playing happy wife through Waves media events and his brother’s disastrous wedding is a small price for health insurance and the chance to create again. So I set out to give Shane the childhood he missed—with arcade games, beach days, and a cabin getaway with one very inconvenient bed.
Now my biggest challenge isn’t painting the perfect masterpiece—it’s remembering our fake marriage has an expiration date.
