by Collette West
Publication Date: July 25, 2014
Genres:Contemporary, Romance, Sports
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Synopsis
Young, rich, and unaware of how seriously hot he is, Brooks Davison is tearing it up as the latest shortstop for the New York Kings, despite his tendency to blush whenever girls scream his name.
When a health scare forces his best friend, Kyle Roberts, off the team, no one can stomach the thought of replacing him, especially so close to the playoffs.
Until Kyle's sister, Sasha, steps in, convincing management to let her take his place. The idea of signing the first female player in Major League history proves too tempting for the Kings to resist.
Nevertheless, Brooks doesn't want any part of it. Sasha is Kyle's little sister, not some sideshow.
Yet when Kyle takes a turn for the worse, Brooks promises to do everything in his power to help Sasha win a championship for him. Because there's no way he's letting either of them down. Not now, not ever.
When a health scare forces his best friend, Kyle Roberts, off the team, no one can stomach the thought of replacing him, especially so close to the playoffs.
Until Kyle's sister, Sasha, steps in, convincing management to let her take his place. The idea of signing the first female player in Major League history proves too tempting for the Kings to resist.
Nevertheless, Brooks doesn't want any part of it. Sasha is Kyle's little sister, not some sideshow.
Yet when Kyle takes a turn for the worse, Brooks promises to do everything in his power to help Sasha win a championship for him. Because there's no way he's letting either of them down. Not now, not ever.
EXCERPT:
"Ready to make
history?" I stop in front of her, watching her face turn pale as it all
starts to sink in. I want to kick myself. I meant to psych her up, not freak
her out.
"I'm going to be the first
woman ever to play at Kings Stadium." She takes a shaky breath. "Wow.
Make that double wow."
"It's time to walk where all
of the greats have tread." I slide my arm around her shoulders and she
leans into me.
"I'm scared," she
whispers. "Like really scared. Like petrified-out-of-my-mind kind of
scared."
"You're not the only one to
feel this way," I share with her. "I've seen guys puke. I've seen
guys bawl on the phone to their mothers. I've seen guys freeze up and not be
able to move. Everyone reacts differently. I mean, it doesn’t get bigger than
this. If you're not scared, something's wrong."
"I know I sound like a baby,
but I don’t want to walk in there all by myself. I need you with me."
Sasha looks up at me imploringly as we trudge down the steps and reach the door
leading to the street.
Sasha shouldn't be alone right
now. She's in such a fragile state, and she doesn't even know the half of it. I
look into the eyes that have become as familiar as my own and know what I have
to do. I can't abandon her. She needs me now, no matter what.
"Then let's go." I prop
open the door and beckon her forward. My car is parked just down the block in
the nearest garage. We're both wearing sunglasses and casual clothes, and no
one pays any attention to us as we walk down the street.
Only once we're in the darkened
confines of the garage do I begin to breathe easier. So far, no one's tipped
off the paparazzi as to where she's living, but it's only a matter of time
before they're camped outside our building every hour of the day. I come to
grips with the fact that this might be the last opportunity I have to drive her
to the stadium, and a lump forms in the back of my throat.
I like doing this with her. I
like going to work together like it’s no big deal. People have relationships in
the workplace all the time. It sucks that we should have to be any different.
About Collette West
Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.
Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at collette_west@yahoo.com.
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.
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