Friday is a full day and we’re going to start with a fantastic baseball romance …
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.
“Why are you freaking out about this?” she asks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “I’ll still be in the city. It’s not like we’re never going to see each other.”
“It’s better if I’m nearby…so I can keep an eye on you,” I insist as she struggles to get up off the couch while I stubbornly hold on to her feet.
“So that’s what this is all about?” She’s angry with me, but I don’t know why. “You made some kind of promise to Kyle that you’d be my watchdog. Well, you don’t have to worry about it. Kyle thought that it’d only be for a couple of days. He never would’ve put you up to it if he knew how long I was going to be here. It’s not fair to ask you to babysit me. I’ll be fine. The Kings will make sure of it.”
“And that’s what worries me,” I grumble, absently stroking her ankle. “I don’t want you falling under their influence. You need someone in your corner who will watch out for you, someone who cares about you.”
She whips around to face me. Shit. Did I really just say that? I can’t control my thoughts whenever I’m around this girl. They just come tumbling out.
“What do you mean by that?” She levels me with her gaze, daring me to lie to her. “You care about me…how exactly? Like a friend? Like the sister you never had? Or something more?”
Damn. She doesn’t mince words, does she? It’s her first night here and she’s laying it all on the line. She wants answers. She deserves answers. But I’m not ready to give them to her yet. Not when we don’t know what’s going to happen to Kyle. He trusts me to look out for her. I can’t let him down, especially once he hears about what she’s gone and done.
But Sasha doesn’t give me a chance to respond. I relax my grip on her legs, and she scoots them underneath her, drawing herself in next to me. She’s so close. I can see the gold flecks in her eyes. Our lips are inches apart. It would be so easy to lean in and kiss her. I remember how she tasted that night on the beach, sweet and soft. I couldn’t get enough of her.
Until Kyle interrupted us and told me to get the hell out of there before he beat the crap out of me.
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 email@example.com.
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.
$10 Gift Card
Print copy of Game Changer