The Seduction of Dylan Acosta



Dylan had no idea what she was in for when she married Mets superstar short stop Mark Acosta. Practically overnight, her life changes, and despite her best efforts, Dylan feels herself being pulled deeper into a world of designer clothes, celebrity parties and multi-million dollar homes.

Can Dylan become the quintessential ‘baseball wife’ and still remain the simple, down-to-earth girl that Mark fell in love with, or will she allow the seductive trappings of her new life to pull them apart?


Dylan is at a party in Greenwich Village where is she is bored and hoping to leave early, but she’s there to look out for her best friend Ava who has a habit of drinking a little too much and making bad decisions. She goes outside to get some fresh air and is joined by someone who she immediately recognizes because he’s been all over the news: Mark Acosta, the superstar short-stop who is going to restore the New York Mets to their former glory. They spend the entire evening talking until Mark’s brothers come to pull him away to other festivities.


Dylan was glad she’d chosen her best little black dress and tamed her wild hair into a chignon. Mark’s only guidance that it would be “someplace really nice” didn’t give her too much to work with, so she decided that the classic look was probably the best option and she’d even bothered to dig out her jeweled clutch and put on make-up.

“You look beautiful,” he said, looking her over.

“Thank you. Would you like to come in for a little bit?”

The apartment was a mess, so she was relieved when he said he would rather do that some other evening if the invitation was still open.
“There’s kind of a time crunch for this thing,” he explained. “Don’t want to be late. And I only have you till eleven, so let’s go.”
When she’d locked her apartment door, he held out a hand to her and she took it. This was only the third time they’d laid eyes on each other, and yet it felt so natural to hold his hand.

Downstairs a car was waiting and they got in. During the drive, Dylan didn’t think to ask where they were going and it was only when they pulled up in front of the Waldorf Astoria and she saw the cameras, banners and Mets colors that she realized where they were. The “thing” Mark mentioned was his signing ceremony and dinner.

She looked at him with raised eyebrows as the car came to a stop.

“Are you kidding?” she laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want you to over-think it and say no,” he admitted.

“Of course I would have said no,” Dylan said. “Isn’t this something you should be doing with your family?”

“Oh, they’ll be here too,” he nodded. “My brothers, my sister, my Mom and Dad, my uncles and cousins. Everyone should be inside by now.”

“Mark,” Dylan leaned back in the seat. “That’s a lot of pressure for a first date.”

“I feel like this is our second date,” he said. “Since that party I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.”

Dylan looked at him and couldn’t come up with a single coherent thing to say.

The driver got out of the car and was walking around to open their door.

Outside, flashbulbs were already popping, the photographers going wild in anticipation of his emergence from the car. She had been thinking about him too—the way they seemed to fit together so effortlessly. She’d been hoping she wasn’t imagining it, this connection she felt to him. She was hesitant to label it; all she knew was that something about him felt safe and familiar.

The way he’d smelled that night at the party, the way he looked at her, and the way he’d once reached over to her hand on the railing of the balcony, the tips of his fingers just barely brushing hers, she’d thought accidentally at the time, but now was no longer certain hadn’t been on purpose. She remembered how at the time she had chalked it all up to one of those almost unbelievable moments that you look back on and wonder ‘what if’. She’d imagined telling people later about the time she’d shared a moment with that famous new ballplayer. But it had turned into so much more than that, and now here she was.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Mark asked, lowering his voice.

Dylan nodded.

“Good,” he said.

Then he leaned in to kiss her, and it was magic.


The main theme of ‘The Seduction of Dylan Acosta’ is seduction, of course! Dylan is seduced by Mark and their relationship moves very quickly, but there are other, different kinds of seduction at work that I can’t say much about without giving away a lot of the story. But apart from Mark’s seduction of Dylan, the novel explores the seductive nature of fame and wealth and how it can lead us to do things we might not otherwise, and to forget our core values and what’s important to us.

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