Third Base
{The Boys of Summer #1}
by
Heidi McLaughlin
{The Boys of Summer #1}
by
Heidi McLaughlin
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Release Date: November 4, 2015
Cover by: Sarah Hansen
Photography: Eric Battershell
Cover Model: Blake Farley
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~ Synopsis ~
Ethan Davenport is already Boston’s most
eligible bachelor, in his second season with the Boston Renegades and has eyes
for the girl behind the visitors’ dugout who has been staring at him for a
year.
That girl is Daisy Robinson, a journalism student at the University of Boston,
a die-hard Renegades fan and determined to give Ethan a run for his money. He
knows in order to have a chance with her, he needs to change his ways but he
may just need her to wait until the off-season.
But with new found love comes challenges and Ethan and Daisy have to deal with
his crazy schedule, school finals and his presence on her campus for some much
needed media training. For Ethan nothing can come between him and Daisy, until
a secret that she’s been keeping threatens to destroy them both.
~ Excerpt ~
“Someone’s dogging ya,”
Kidd says as he nods behind me. I can hear my name being called, but I don’t
want to look because he’s likely up to something. The fact that my name is
being called means nothing, since the kids are always trying to get us to sign
things, give them a bat during the game or even look at them. It was a thrill
when it happened to me so I know what it’s like to get attention from your
favorite player, let alone any player.
“Just a fan, I’m
assuming,” I say, shrugging him off and focusing on Mackenzie’s at bat.
He shakes his head and
starts laughing. “A super fan,” he says, nodding behind me again. “You might
want to turn around.”
“You might want to pay
attention to the game. Mackenzie could hit a foul ball and smack you in the
tallywacker.”
“Jesus Davenport, just
turn the hell around.”
I roll my eyes and
finally give in, but only halfheartedly. I look over my left shoulder and see
no one calling me and over my right to find the same thing.
“Don’t know what you’re
talking about.”
Kidd swings the bat a few
times before he stops because Mackenzie has a hit and is now on first base.
“Turn all the way around, Davenport. Stop being a bitch.”
I do as he says and I’m
met with a pair of green eyes that I have burnt into my memory. She’s sitting
behind our dugout in the center seat. She stands and points to her shirt. The
front of it says, “I’m sorry”. I can’t help the stupid ass grin that is
plastered all over my face.
I lean forward, resting
my hands on the edge of the dugout. “Are you busy after the game?”
“No,” Daisy says with a
smile.
“You are now,” I say, not
caring that I’m probably jumping the gun and assuming she wants to see me. It’s
not a guess; I know she does. “Stay right there and I’ll come get you when the
game is over.”
Before I know it, we’re
on the Jumbo Tron with hearts all around our picture. She covers her face and I
turn back to the game, only to turn around and wave my hat at the section she’s
in. They roar with cheers and start chanting my name.
We win, nine to one. I had a few more base hits and some RBI’s
to add to our run count. Every Renegade player had at least one base hit. It’s
odd when that happens, but we take it and run with it when it does. As soon as
I enter the clubhouse the reporters are there. They call my name and instead of
going to them, they come over to me and shove their microphones into my face as
soon as I sit down.
“Ethan, you made a pretty
big display of affection today during the game. Do you care to tell us about
your girlfriend?”
“Yeah, sure,” I say,
running my hand through my hair. “I’ve been in love with her for as long as I
can remember. She means everything to me.” Suddenly their microphones are even
more in my face.
“What’s her name?”
“Baseball!”
I wish I had a camera at
this exact moment so I can capture their expressions as they all deadpan at my
answer. They’re stupid if they think I’m going to say anything about Daisy. We
have a long road ahead of us and the last thing we need is the media hounding
us. I do enough stupid shit that brings us plenty of attention. We don’t need
any more.
The reporters don’t like
me much after that answer, not that I can blame them. Kidd punches me in the
shoulder and winks at me.
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~ About the Author ~
Heidi is a New York Times and USA
Today Bestselling author.
Originally from Portland, Oregon and raised in the Pacific Northwest, she now
lives in picturesque Vermont, with her husband and two daughters. Also renting
space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup, and their
newest addition of a Highland Westie/Mini Schnauzer, Jill.
During the day Heidi is behind a desk talking about Land Use. At night, she's
writing one of the many stories planned for release or sitting court-side
during either daughter's basketball games.
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