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.
By: Collette West
Released July 25th, 2014
“Sasha, with your good looks and your last name, you’d be a marketer’s dream—the new face of the game, no doubt about it.”
OMG, Brooks thinks I’m hot. That makes me feel good even if he’s not buying a word of what I’m saying. He knows better. Things like this just don’t happen. Not many people get a second chance at their dream, especially on such a grand scale. I’m letting my imagination run wild, but it’s the only plan I have.
“And what about me? Did you ever stop and think that I might not be able to handle being around you again?” His eyes burn into mine like he’s daring me to deny the attraction that’s simmering between us.
Forget college. Forget staying away from him. If I could have Brooks all to myself, I’d be willing to do almost anything—even take my brother’s job.
“Fortune cookies for you,” the waiter declares, striding over and sliding them on top of the check folder.
“Open yours,” Brooks urges like our future depends on it.
I humor him, removing the plastic wrapper and cracking it open.
“‘Attempt much, excuse little,’” I read out loud from the little scrap of paper.
“…in bed,” Brooks says, adding that overused, cliché line, smiling at me ruefully. But from him, it’s not groan inducing. Instead, it’s more of a turn-on.
“Um…what does yours say?” I ask, blushing to the roots of my hair.
“’You’ve been chosen for the seventy-fifth annual Hunger Games,’” he drawls, making me laugh, just like he always does.
I know Brooks doesn’t agree with me. He thinks this is a bad idea. I’ll just have to convince him that it’s not. He’s trying to be a good friend and watch out for me. But if I can actually pull this off, he’ll come around eventually. I know he will.
Because I’m hoping that, by the end of the season, we’ll be a lot more than just friends.
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 firstname.lastname@example.org
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.