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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 64352 (not accurate)
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Rhys Rivera is the star short-stop for the Longview Lumberjacks. Many know him, even more love him. He has a pretty face, a quick smile, and an air of danger about him that everyone seems to adore. He’s not known as the bad boy of baseball for nothing. It all started with his father, who decided to be a criminal mob boss, then die. Fortunately for his uncle, Rhys wants absolutely nothing to do with the family business and runs before anyone can figure out which way is up. By the time his uncle, the successor to his father’s criminal empire, thinks to look for him, Rhys has made too big of a name for himself to be taken out quietly, and he wants to keep it that way. Fast forward eight years, and Rhys is living life one breath at a time, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. That shoe coming in the form of a nosy neighbor who has no idea just how hot she is in her mail carrier uniform. Her sweet little body and positive outlook on life make him want to laugh at how naïve she is when it comes to the way of the world. The harder he tries to stay away, the weaker he seems to get, until one day he decides to put his morals on hold long enough to satisfy his cravings. One time is all he needs—or so he tells himself. But then two pink lines change everything, and suddenly, he doesn’t have just himself to worry about anymore.
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Chapter 1

My hobbies include putting on my pajamas as soon as I get home.

-Henley’s secret thoughts

Henley

I put the finishing touches on my turkey sandwich and was about to take the first delicious bite when the music started next door.

I stared in utter horror at the wall that separated my duplex from the one next door. It vibrated and I started running.

This could not be happening. This could not be happening. This could not be happening.

I kept chanting to myself as I ran, staring wide-eyed at the door, and then the sidewalk, followed shortly by the grass, as I rounded the small dividing fence that separated my yard from my neighbor.

I hadn’t actually met this neighbor. In fact, I hadn’t really met any of my neighbors. I worked nights, and normally when people were out during the day, I was sleeping. I didn’t bother to switch to days when I wasn’t working—what would be the point?

I was a mail sorter at the post office, and worked every night of the week, and was off on weekends.

Every night but this night.

I lived with my sister. My sister was the woman that paid the bills—at least for the duplex, seeing as it was hers.

Although I made a pretty penny at fifteen dollars an hour, I wasn’t making big money like my big sister, Alana. Alana was a nurse at the hospital and worked the night shift. When she was working, which was only three days a week, my mother watched her child.

Only, this week, my mother had the flu. Incidentally, Alana’s daughter, Autumn, gave it to her.

We had two of the four females, as well as my big brother, down for the count, and nobody else could watch Autumn but me and my sister. Since my sister had already called in three times this week, I’d told her that I would call in seeing as her shift supervisor was an asshole and liked to make everything about him.

Though, now would be the time to mention that her shift supervisor was her ex-husband. Her baby daddy. Oh, and the reason that she had the job in the first place.

Regardless, her ex should’ve understood. In fact, he should’ve fucking helped.

Did he? No. Why? Because he was a titty baby and refused to be around her when she was sick.

Which was honestly quite comical seeing as he worked at the goddamn hospital with sick patients.

The noise from the party had me almost covering my ears due to the pitch. It was so loud that I could feel it in my bones.

I was different than the majority of human population. I processed things in an uncommon way compared to everyone else.

Absentmindedly, I reached up and started to fiddle with the speech processor that was being partially hidden by my hair.

Yes, people. I was deaf without it. I was not handicapped in any way. I lived a normal life. I talked a little oddly due to my first year and a half being hearing impaired, but if I wasn’t flustered, I was able to compensate.

Now, though? I was fucking flustered.

Why? Because my niece hadn’t slept in a full fourteen hours because she’d been up with the flu. She had to sleep propped up on pillows, and she had a continuous nasal drip that really rubbed me the wrong way if I focused on it too long.

I pounded on the door, wondering if anybody would hear me at all.

Nothing happened.

I pounded again.

It was less than ten seconds later that the door was yanked open and bodies started to shuffle out.

In the scuffle of those bodies leaving, they didn’t see me standing there, and dislodged me from my spot at the front door.

Not able to think with the mass of bodies, I fell backward onto my backside, hitting hard because for some reason I was trying to protect the sandwich in my hand rather than my ass.

But whatever.

When I hit the ground, I went back onto my back and rolled partially to my side. Yes, still protecting my sandwich. This time from the bush at my back.

The moment that I rolled, my entire world went silent.

There wasn’t a single sound in the world. Not one single one.

I guess I should be thankful that by those men coming out of the house, they’d turned on the security light as they went, because now I could clearly see everything.

What kind of fucking light was that? I sure as hell didn’t have that on my part of the duplex!

I rolled up to my knees and turned around, searching for my speech processor that had somehow gotten yanked off during my fall.

Absently I took a bite of my sandwich almost out of habit seeing as it was in my hand and hummed when I found my transmitter clinging to a twig.

Snatching it up, I stood up and turned, coming face to sternum with the biggest man I’d ever seen.

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Total pages in book: 60
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What’s wrong with my butt? She means those words to be directed toward the woman beside her, not him. But he can’t stop himself from answering. Not when her ass is the most magnificent thing he’s seen in his life. Apparently, answering her with ‘not a damn thing’ wasn’t what she was expecting. She likely wasn’t expecting the baseball she took to the face at his next at bat, either. All it takes is one ill-fated foul ball, and George Hoffman, Lumberjacks center fielder, falls head over heels in love with Wrigley Field—and yes, that is her real name. From that point forward, George and Wrigley fall into a fast whirlwind love that ends with them eloping to Vegas. And he has his potty mouth, titty bar owning, pain in the ass grandmother to thank for it. Not that he’s complaining or anything. Who wouldn’t want to be married to a woman that made his heart race like he was in the final game of the World Series? The only problem is trying to convince her of that.
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Part I

Chapter 1

Dear Lord baby Jesus, please make baseball season start sooner.

-Text from Diamond to Wrigley

Wrigley

Lumberjacks vs. Strokers

I’d never, not once, been to a major league baseball game. But, for my sister, I’d do just about anything. Even sit down at some sporting event and pretend to act like I cared.

“You could at least act like this place isn’t infecting you with hepatitis,” Diamond hissed under her breath at me.

I grimaced.

This place was gross.

Well, it didn’t look gross, but the seat was sticky.

At my previous job as a certified occupational therapist who worked with a home health agency, I was no stranger to dirty places and things. But I didn’t do sticky very well. There was just something about it that grossed me out.

“I’m sticking to the chair,” I spat, standing up and looking at the seat.

The seat was black plastic, so at first, I couldn’t see what the stickiness was from.

But, upon closer inspection, I could see that there was some residue dripping down from the platform above the chair behind me.

I braced both hands on the metal arms of the chair and bent over the seat, peering behind to see what was dripping and groaned.

“Umm,” I said, looking up at the man that was paying a great amount of attention to his phone. “Your drink is spilling. And it’s dripping down into my chair.”

The man looked up, reached forward, and tipped his cup back up.

But, in the process, he’d spilled even more of his drink—this time directly onto my chair.

“Wrigley!” Diamond hissed. “Sit down!”

I did, but I didn’t stop the grimace that curled the corner of my mouth when I looked at her.

“There’s red Slushee all in my seat…” I paused when a thought occurred to me, turning and trying to see my ass over my shoulder. “Is there anything on my shorts.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

I froze at the sound of the deep voice, and I turned to follow the direction I’d heard it from. And nearly swallowed my tongue.

Why?

Because there was a man standing on the grass right below the short wall that separated our seats from the field.

And the man?

He was gorgeous.

He had a green jersey on with ‘Lumberjacks’ written across the chest. His jersey was tucked into a pair of skin-tight white baseball pants, and those pants were pulled up above the calf to expose his matching green socks. His feet were encased nicely in a pair of pink baseball cleats.

One hand was tucked into a glove, and the other was holding the rim of his baseball hat—which he pulled off moments later, giving me a blinding smile.

He had red hair.

Red hair that leaned more toward orange than red, and a trim beard that closely resembled the same shade.

His teeth were straight and white, and his eyes were a bright green that shone like shiny emeralds.

And he was staring straight at me.

“Ummm,” I hesitated. “Did you say something?”

“I said there’s not a damn thing wrong with your shorts,” he repeated, then he walked off, leaving me standing there stunned.

“Oh my God!” Diamond hissed. “Do you know who that is?”

I looked at my sister and followed her gaze back to the man that was now in a circle swinging his bat.

“I have no clue who that is,” I admitted, shaking slightly. “Should I?”

God, he really made my heart race.

And how freakin’ tall was he? Holy shit!

He had to be at least six-foot-five or six. And, he wasn’t skinny either. He was stocky.

Tall and stocky.

The man looked like he’d take down a freight train.

“That’s Furious George Hoffman,” Diamond said as if I should know this. As if I’d disappointed her by not knowing. “He’s won the Home Run Derby three years in a row, and has one of the highest batting averages in the entire major league.”

I nodded my head as if that was the coolest thing in the world. “Nifty.”

She rolled her eyes. “You have no clue if it’s any good or not.” She snorted. “You disgust me.”

I had no clue what a home run was. But, a derby, I knew was like with horses and at the race track. I just couldn’t see the correlation.

I grinned, then patted my sister on the head. “I’m gonna walk up there and grab a few towels to wipe my seat down. Be right back.”

My sister waved me off and returned her eyes back to the game, and I was just about to hike my way back up the million stairs I’d just descended when a crack had me looking up.

People around me started to squeal, and I turned around and looked up just in time to take a baseball straight to my left eye.

I hit the ground seconds later.

***

George

I cursed and started running, hopping over the small wall that separated the stands from the field.

The moment I hit the concrete, I vaulted up the two steps and crouched down beside the woman I’d just beaned in the face with one of my foul balls.

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Total pages in book: 73
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Baseball is life, the rest is just details. Everyone who’s played the game has heard those words a time or two. But Hancock has heard them his entire life from his parents. His family has lived and breathed baseball even before he started little league. Hancock “Parts” Peters has a name that inspires grins across many faces, but the moment those faces get their first look at him, those grins slide away. Hancock is gruff, filterless, and doesn’t give a crap who he offends. He is the only man in baseball who doesn’t care if he gets an endorsement or not. He’s there to play the game. He’s there to win. He’s there because baseball is his life. People think he’s a jerk. And maybe he is. But if that’s how he has to come off to get people to leave him the hell alone so he can play in peace, so be it. The less people he has to worry about offending, the better. *** Don’t let the fear of striking out hold you back. Sway Coffman didn’t mean to rock the boat. She was just there to do her job. Sure, she was a woman in a man’s world. Yes, she beat out several of those men to get the job as head athletic trainer for the professional baseball team, The Texas Lumberjacks. And yeah, she now got hate mail from those men. But she’s good at her job, and she earned the position. What she is not good at, however, is talking to men. Men seem to see her curvy hips, large breasts and thick thighs and automatically think she is incompetent. Because surely a fat girl couldn’t get the job treating some of the most fit and athletic men in the world, right? Wrong. This fat girl got the job, and she is proud of it. What else did she get? The attention of the sexiest bearded man she’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. It was enough to bring to her down to her knees…in front of that man, the hot and grumpy baseball player, Hancock Peters.
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Hockey gives me a zamboner.

-Text from Rainie to Sway

Hancock

Season opener at home

Texas Lumberjacks v. Michigan Marauders

“You’re in my seat,” I said to the beautiful woman. “Get up.”

That beautiful woman, with her long brown hair and her nose stuck in the book she was currently reading, tilted her head up with a startled look that began to tug at my heartstrings before she even opened her pretty mouth.

I couldn’t give in to it, though. She was in my seat. I had to sit there.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, grabbing her bag and scooting over like I’d grabbed her by her hair and physically yanked her out of my spot.

I hadn’t done that, of course. Not that I wouldn’t want to wrap my hand around her luscious, long locks and kiss the fuck out of her startled mouth.

“Parts,” someone called.

I turned to find our starting pitcher, and my best friend, Gentry Green, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

“What?” I snapped, wondering just what in the hell his problem was.

His mouth twitched, and I sighed.

“What?” I repeated, this time a little friendlier than the time before it.

The chick was fucking with my routine.

I was a superstitious guy. So, sue me.

I had to have my seat.

“I’m sorry,” the woman whispered hastily as she resettled herself way away from her previous seat. “I didn’t know it was taken.”

“That one is taken, too,” I muttered. “Brakes sits there.”

She stood, this time upending her book onto the floor as she did.

I reached down and plucked it out of the spent sunflower seeds, handing it to her as I got a good look at the cover.

“You like baseball?” I asked teasingly, taking in the title of the book, Baseball for Dummies.

She blushed a harsh shade of red, and I immediately felt bad for teasing her.

The next minute, though, she yanked it out of my hand and turned to face forward, not looking back at me again.

Grinning like the shithead I was, I walked over to Gentry, AKA Brakes, and held my hand out for the paint.

“That’s number thirty-nine’s sister.” Gentry said. “The short stop on the other team.”

“Really?” I asked in surprise. “Kid was a fuckin draft pick, right? Golden Glove.”

Gentry nodded, and I swiped two stripes of paint. First under the right eye, second under the left.

Gentry took the paint and followed suit, only he did his left first, then the right.

It was always like that.

Baseball was a superstitious game. It was rare that we ever deviated from our routine.

“Why’s she not their AT, then?” I asked.

Gentry shook his head and tossed the paint down into the stack of shit on the ground underneath his seat.

“Not a fucking clue. Girl’s hot, though. I love that she’s our athletic trainer.”

I agreed with that. One hundred and sixty-nine percent.

She was thick and curvy, in all the right places, and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss the hell out of her.

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