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Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39136 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Perfect Score (Easton U Pirates #3)
Author/Writer of Book/Novel:	Christina Lee
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Walking in on my best friend mid-hookup isn’t supposed to turn me on, but it’s only sex, right? Finding intimacy is a bit discouraging with a neurological disorder that affects my legs. But Elliot gets it—gets me. He’s my ride or die and always supportive. Always protective too. Not because he thinks I’m incapable, but because he cares. When I invite him to my brother’s wedding, he becomes the ultimate date. And when we decide to blow off a little steam with each other, I’m trusting it won’t ruin our friendship. Except it becomes more than jerking off after late-night study sessions…more than innocent touches, kisses, and sleeping in each other’s arms. Falling for my best friend is scary, but Elliot checks all my boxes, the perfect score that was right in front of me all along. *Perfect Score is a low-angst, best-friends-to-lovers romance and a complete standalone in the Easton U Pirates Universe.
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Elliot

After carefully closing the door behind me, I tiptoed into our apartment, remembering that my roommate, Morgan, was having a hookup with someone he’d met on an app. I’d seen him grinning and texting with someone all week but sort of hoped it didn’t actually play out. That might sound shitty, but Morgan didn’t have much luck on apps, even when he’d thought the guy sounded decent enough. God, listen to me. Like the dude was interviewing for a job instead of a one-night stand.

But Morgan was special—and he’d kick my ass if he heard me say that. I didn’t mean he was special because of his disability—he had Spastic Paraplegia—but because anyone who was lucky to spend enough time with him would see how cool and unique and addicting he was to be around. At least that was how I felt.

We’d met through the gay alliance club our moms had signed us up for in sixth grade, and I knew we’d be friends for life. He hadn’t known about his neurological disorder back then. The doctors hadn’t guessed it either, though he was always clumsy and didn’t like being barefoot—something about the floor feeling strange on his soles. His symptoms progressed gradually, his coordination worsening in high school, and I was glad I could be there for him when Morgan needed me most.

Thankfully, I’d texted Morgan first to ask if he wanted food, and he’d texted back our code word for hookups: BUSY. I’d tried to stay out as late as I could, but I figured if I went straight to my room and put my earbuds in, I’d be safe. No way did I want to hear any random sounds coming from my roommate, and not because he wasn’t adorable, but because I didn’t want to get turned on. It’d been a minute since I’d hooked up with somebody too.

We’d only begun sharing an apartment near campus our junior year at Easton U, so experiencing each other’s hookups instead of hearing about the aftermath was new and pretty fucking strange.

I made the mistake of stopping in the kitchen to pour myself a glass of cold water and nearly choked on the cool liquid when Morgan’s bedroom door flew open and out walked a dark-haired guy, hunched over as he struggled to shove his feet into his sneakers. I could tell the hookup went badly because he didn’t even greet me, just mumbled something and fled.

When Morgan walked into the room a moment later, his eyebrows drawn together in frustration, I wanted to kill the guy.

“Tell me you kicked him out because he was a complete tool,” I said in a warning tone.

“I wish.” He pushed back a strand of blond hair that’d fallen against his forehead. “He clearly is because as soon as I removed my sneakers, he was outta there, making an excuse about forgetting something he had to do.”

“Foiled by leg braces again.” I frowned, looking at his feet and seeing them bare. Without his supportive devices, his reflexes were unsteady, as evidenced by how he hung on to the edge of the kitchen counter. His arches were super high, and one of his soles was more bowed and twisted than the other. His balance had worsened over the years, which was one of the first indications that something was wrong.

“We’ve had this discussion before,” he said, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Even the least obvious disabilities freak able-bodied people out.”

“Maybe you didn’t catch the warning signs with this one. You used to be pickier,” I said, remembering how he’d had stuff he specifically looked for in a guy. “Someone like you,” he’d tease, “except I’d actually want to fuck him,” and I’d pretend to be offended. But it was pretty much the same for me. Neither of us was willing to cross that line, though. We’d heard of others who’d done the friends-to-lovers thing and ruined everything.

“I can’t afford to be picky right now. Not when I wanna get laid.”

“That’s not you,” I chastised like I was his older and wiser sibling or something. But I couldn’t help it, not when it came to his safety—and his feelings. “What’s come over you lately?”

“I’m sexually frustrated!”

“C’mere, I’ll cuddle you,” I said, gripping his shoulder. “I know that’s all you want.”

“No, this time, I want actual dick.” He pushed out of my grasp, headed for the cupboard, and retrieved another glass.

“Well, you got some…” I spread out my arms. “Only in personality form.”

He laughed, which was my goal, and it loosened the knot in my stomach.

My best friend really was a trooper. Our differences stood out through high school, but somehow, we’d made it work. I loved baseball and was in the lineup on one team or another all my life. But senior year of high school, I’d torn the rotator cuff in my throwing arm in a stupid stunt with a skateboard and had never recovered. Wasn’t like I was going to the big leagues or anything. But I could’ve at least tried for a scholarship. So now I just watched from the stands.

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Home Plate (Easton U Pirates #2) Read Online Christina Lee http://www.ilovenovels.com/home-plate-easton-u-pirates-2-read-online-christina-lee Wed, 03 Feb 2021 06:27:50 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/home-plate-easton-u-pirates-2-read-online-christina-lee Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, College, M-M Romance, Romance, Sports Authors: Christina Lee Series: Easton U Pirates Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)

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Read Online Books/Novels:	Home Plate (Easton U Pirates #2)
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Dominic Girard My final baseball season with the Easton U Pirates feels bittersweet. I’d like to go out on a high note, graduate, and focus on the family business. But a certain pitcher is making senior year a challenge. Not only because Maclain is stubborn as hell, but because he makes me feel things I never have about another guy. With each snarky comment and hard-won grin, he reveals a little more of himself, and before I know it, I’m in over my head. Mason Maclain I’ll be graduating college this year, which also means the end of baseball, a sport I’ve played my entire life. It feels like a significant chapter is coming to a close, leaving behind a void I’m unwilling to face. Something else I don’t want to face? The impossibly charming Pirates catcher, whose quick wit and killer smirk poke holes in all my defenses. With each lingering look and quiet exchange, I want to push him away and pull him closer at the same time. I’ve never felt this intense draw before, and there’s no way I’ll ever admit it. When Coach proposes a team-building activity to improve our chemistry on the field, little does he know things are heating up behind the scenes as well. A flicker of a connection sparks into a firestorm, and soon Girard and I are experiencing things for the first time—together. But outside the haven of our hotel room, reality infringes all too soon. I’m clinging to my fraying relationship with my dad, and for Girard, coming out is still scary, loving family or not. Resisting the pull to Girard seems futile, but I struggle at every turn. Any longer and I’ll lose the only person who makes my pulse thud quicker than a fastball over home plate. There’s a pitcher-and-catcher joke in there somewhere.
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Prologue

Ten Months Ago

Girard

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I set down the dumbbell and ran a wrist across my sweaty forehead. The university weight room was pretty empty this time of morning, with most students off to classes. And though I recognized a couple of guys from other Easton U sports teams, I preferred to work out by myself. I enjoyed pumping iron when there were fewer distractions. Coach Crawford encouraged us to keep in shape and log in our workouts during baseball season, but our schedule was tight as it was, with at least three games a week and one practice. So having plenty of room to myself on the mats was just the sort of atmosphere I welcomed.

My neck prickled with awareness, and that was when I noticed Mason Maclain clocking in time with his roommates, Hollister and Donovan.

“Yo, Girard,” Hollister called out. Donovan waved, but Maclain barely made eye contact. It was always that way between Maclain and me—we only talked when necessary, and kept it to a minimum even when we were part of a larger group, which was pretty much always since we were all players on the Easton U Pirates.

I hoped they stayed on the other side of the room near the leg machines so I didn’t have to interact very much, and as they settled in, it looked like that was exactly their plan. I had a class in a couple hours and needed this workout to relieve some stress, and not only from the guy across the way.

But damned if Maclain didn’t make all my nerve endings buzz awake every time we were in the same room—and not always in a good way. Maclain was the most frustrating person on the planet, so of course he had to be the very person I had good chemistry with on the field. Fuck my life.

I watched briefly as Maclain slid behind one of the machines, the muscles in his legs bulging as they met resistance. When his arrogant gaze connected with mine across the row of treadmills, a little shiver rolled through me, one I couldn’t easily explain. I was a straight guy with a girlfriend, so it couldn’t possibly be attraction—at least I didn’t think so. I’d never thought that way about another guy in my entire life.

I averted my eyes before he noticed how he affected me, but not before giving him a quick once-over. Maclain wasn’t as ripped as me, most pitchers weren’t. But there was something about the guy that had always drawn my attention.

Maybe it was the fact that his prickly exterior didn’t match what I saw buried deep in his eyes—a barely restrained loneliness and bald need. For what, I wasn’t certain, because he’d never admit it in a million years. Except, the entire team knew by now that his dad was a dick who promised to attend his games but never showed, so there was that. And I felt bad for him, especially since he seemed to be filled with such hope at the beginning of each inning, only to be leveled by the bitter disappointment he had trouble disguising throughout the game. It seeped into his moods and interactions, and if he recognized that some people shied away from him because of it, he didn’t seem to care.

Still, maybe that was why I always gave him the benefit of the doubt. I also figured if I could somehow get to know him better, it might help us click on the field more, given he was our star pitcher and I was the Pirates’ catcher. Plus, I was damned curious what else made the guy tick. He sure didn’t make that easy…

Though I’d confess, the few times I’d been privy to one of his genuine smiles, it felt like a swath of direct, warm sunlight that always improved the mood. Probably because he didn’t give them freely or often, and Maclain in a decent headspace led to a good pitching game. That definitely had to be the reason.

My girlfriend barely tolerated him and even complained that I let Maclain get under my skin. For some reason, I got under his too—except for the times we’d totally meshed on the field, resulting in a big win. Then it felt amazing.

I turned my back and got lost in working out for the next hour, and by the time I was ready to hit the locker room, the weight room was empty. My teammates were no doubt already in class, and I was glad to have this time to myself before heading to my own.

My feet faltered as I passed by the shower area and spotted Maclain standing directly under one of the spigots. Rivulets of water rolled down the smooth skin of his back to his perfectly shaped ass. I’d seen it plenty of times in the Pirates’ clubhouse. In fact, all of us had seen each other’s junk as we changed and showered after games. But staring was a different thing altogether. And being here alone, without fear of repercussions, I looked my fill at his rock-hard thighs and calves, wondering if that made me a creeper or an admirer.

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Bat Boy (Easton U Pirates #1) Read Online Christina Lee http://www.ilovenovels.com/bat-boy-easton-u-pirates-1-read-online-christina-lee Sat, 14 Nov 2020 21:10:57 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/bat-boy-easton-u-pirates-1-read-online-christina-lee Genre: College, Contemporary, M-M Romance, New Adult, Romance, Sports Authors: Christina Lee Series: Easton U Pirates Series by Christina Lee
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Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58437 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)

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Brady Donovan With a baseball scholarship to Easton University and awesome family and friends, my life is pretty golden. Except, things have never come together for me in the romance department. Until Kellan Crawford walks onto the field as the team’s newest bat boy. Bells and whistles go off in my body, and just like that, I’m totally crushing on a guy for the first time in my life. Too bad he’s the coach’s son and officially off-limits. Kellan Crawford I’m working toward my statistics degree, so landing the bat-boy position with the Easton U Pirates is right up my alley. It keeps me close to the action on the field, even if that means hauling equipment, picking up sweaty jockstraps, and putting up with the players’ antics. My dad’s the coach, and his number-one rule is never to play favorites…which probably includes getting too friendly with the team captain. But Brady Donovan’s annoyingly perfect smile and protective nature are making that nearly impossible. When something shifts between us at an away game, everything is thrown off-kilter. Donovan’s never been with a guy before, and I certainly don’t want to be his test case. But I can’t seem to help myself. He’s sweet and hot and somehow charms the baseball pants right off me. If Coach ever catches wind of this, he’ll bench us both. Disappointing my dad might kill me, but so would losing the guy who makes my heart pound harder than a home run in the bottom of the ninth. So much for not playing favorites. ***Bat Boy is a feel-good college baseball romance with swoon and banter and steam. At under 55K it’s a tad shorter than my other novels and is intended for those readers who might need a lighter escape from the real world.
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Brady

“How many games are left in the season?” Dad asked, scooping rice onto Mom’s plate from a large bowl in the center of the table.

“Twenty,” my sixteen-year-old brother, Ricky, answered without hesitation. He knew every single thing about my college baseball experience, from the schedule to the stats, and that had been the case ever since he caught the sports bug in elementary school. He absorbed baseball any way he could get it, from televised games during the major-league season to watching from the stands at my home games. Thankfully, my parents were supportive, the Easton University field was only about a forty-minute drive from my childhood home, and they enjoyed the sport as much as we did.

“How many of those are away games?” Dad asked with a smirk, knowing the answer would be forthcoming.

I kept my lips zipped tight as Ricky replied, “Eleven.”

“That’s right,” I said, then shoveled a bite of Mom’s stir-fry into my mouth.

Our official season began in February and lasted until the end of May, with workouts and practices beginning in the fall. We normally played one game during the week, a doubleheader on Saturdays, and a single game on Sundays. If it was an away game, we traveled by bus and sometimes stayed overnight, which led to all sorts of shenanigans that players would catch hell for if Coach ever found out, like sneaking girls into their rooms.

“We’ll be at your game against Turner State.” Ricky’s eyes rounded with excitement.

“Cool.” I high-fived him across the table. “Maybe you can help me with grounders after dinner.”

He fell silent and dug into his rice after that, careful to avoid all the pea pods on his plate and determined to get dinner over with so we could spend time together in the backyard. It was either that or building something together on Minecraft. My parents had put him in Little League once, but he would pick dandelions instead of focusing on catching the balls in the outfield. He’d rather watch sports than play them and, of course, discuss stats with whoever listened.

Mom winked at me, and I could tell she appreciated the effort I made with Ricky, but it really was a no-brainer. During the school year, I visited as much as my schedule would allow, and now that I rented a house near campus with two of my teammates, they were free to visit me as often as they liked.

“Think the Pirates have a shot at the finals this year?” Dad asked, referring to the NCAA Division II baseball tournament that took place after the season ended. It began with double-elimination brackets, leading up to the championship game, and Coach Crawford always played with that goal in mind. The Pirates were ejected early last year, but this time he thought we had a stronger team and a better shot. We worked hard because none of us liked disappointing Coach. It was as bad as disappointing our parents.

“We’d have to blow through regionals first.”

“You can do it,” my brother said with a huge smile, and it warmed my heart. “Besides, the team’s batting percentages have definitely improved this season.”

Fixating on facts was a feature of Ricky’s autism, and many times as a kid, I’d get super frustrated with my brother, which I felt guilty about as an adult. But as I got older, I understood him better—as well as his spectrum disorder—and knew that he just saw the world through a different lens, sometimes a cooler one.

Neuroatypical was the word I’d heard his new therapist using.

Honestly, my parents were awesome and had always supported my dreams, even when jealousy would rear its ugly head. I regretted those earlier stomping-and-pouting episodes when Ricky and his therapy appointments would take up most of their time. But the improvements he’d made, especially speech-wise, helped me appreciate what a struggle it had been for all three of them. It was the reason I stayed out of trouble—well, mostly. So I wouldn’t put any more pressure on my parents.

My best friend, Trent Hollister, called me The Golden Child, and not only for my unruly blond waves. He’d known me since grade school, we’d always played ball together, and he understood why I toed the line. No way I’d want my family to have any more setbacks. I’d worked hard enough to get a scholarship to Easton U so they didn’t have to worry about finances.

“Kellan says your fielding percentage is up too,” Ricky said once he swallowed a decent-sized piece of chicken, knowing Mom would urge him to clean his plate. This was one of the few meals he wasn’t as picky about.

“Did he now?” I replied in as nonchalant a voice as I could muster, even as my stomach gave me that strange, swooping feeling. It secretly thrilled me that Ricky discussed my stats with Kellan, the team’s resident brainiac-slash-bat-boy. Slash-adorable-as-hell-college-junior.

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