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.
“Are you seriously sticking up for being a part of some misogynistic boys’ club? That the esteemed New York Kings are nothing more than a lame-ass frat?” This time, I’m able to free my hand before recrossing my arms over my chest.
“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” he responds, his voice growing deeper. “You breached one of the last remaining stalwarts of male pride. You had to have known there’d be repercussions. Change in a place with as much tradition as Kings Stadium is gonna take time. You can’t expect to shake things up overnight. The world these guys live in doesn’t move that fast.”
“Well, it should,” I reply stubbornly, jutting out my hip. “But that’s not even what I’m mad about. I’m more upset that you chose to distance yourself from me because you thought I was preventing you from doing your job, like I was some kind of distraction you had to get rid of. That’s bullshit and you know it. Our play on the field has been nothing short of spectacular. There was no reason for you to turn your back on me like that. You’re just too much of a coward to think you could handle both me and the job.”
“You’re right,” he agrees, taking a step forward and backing me up against the side of the bed. “I am a coward. I’ve always been a coward. All my life, I’ve let my dad browbeat me into submission. Even when he’s miles away, he’s able to get inside my head and influence my decisions. I’ve always sought his approval without ever getting it. There’s something missing inside me, Sasha. I know that. But when I’m with you, I don’t feel it. You fill me up, make me feel like I’m not lacking anything. You make me feel like I’m finally good enough, like I’m able to stand on my own two feet and be the man you need me to be. You get me, Sasha, the way no one else does, and I’m sorry if I let you down. I know I’ll never be good enough for you. All I can do is keep trying because I’m not letting you go. I’m never letting you go.”
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.