EXTRA TIME

Tessa Brennan reads football for a living, and she has been good at it since she covered high-school soccer in the rain for a paper that paid her in bylines. Now ESPN has handed her the assignment of a career: a tournament-long embed in Mexico, the host nation, the whole planet about to look at it, and a producer who believes in her one line at a time.
The Guadalajara Airbnb comes double-booked. Mateo Salas got there first. Ex-Liga MX, two years off the pitch after a knee took his career, now the host-nation broadcast lead for Univision, with a voice built for the word golazo and a body that does the basic clerical work of standing up in a way that registers somewhere behind Tesss sternum entirely without her permission. Same listing, same dates, two green-checked confirmations, one bathroom.
For four weeks they cover the same matches from opposite sides of the press box: she writes the deep-context feature, he calls the goal live to several million people. They work in the apartment in silence with occasional outbursts, the broken espresso machine refereeing. Then Tess catches an angle on a story that would make her name and could cost a player his, and the only honest read on whether to file it is sitting across the kitchen table with a legal pad and a gray hair he refuses to acknowledge.
Extra Time is a fun, hot, present-tense standalone about the beautiful game, the people who narrate it for a living, and what happens in the minutes a match is supposed to be over.
Content: explicit sexual content; for adult readers.