Title: Grand Slam
Win the game. Lose your heart.
Everyone knows who I am and that I could have any female fan I want. That's supposed to be the "perk" of playing left field for the Boston Renegades. But I don't want just any woman; I want her.
She should be just another face in the crowd, but I can't stop thinking about the one night we spent together-and her look of regret the morning after.
Because Saylor Blackwell is the kind of woman who haunts a man. Smart, sexy as hell, and one of the best managers in the business. She's every ballplayer's dream woman. And I'd do anything to make things right with her.
I'm done sitting on the bench when it comes to Saylor Blackwell. Time to swing for the fences.
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Other books by this author that we've reviewed: Blow, Third Base, Home Run
Series: Boys of Summer
Other books in this series that we've reviewed: Third Base, Home Run
Published by Forever Source: Publisher
Published: May 23rd 2017
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Sports Theme
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I’m not gonna lie. I was SOOOOO pissed off when I starting reading this book. Why? Because I was about to jump through the book to strangle the lead female, that’s why. Why? Because I was having a REALLY hard time liking her character….but then that all changed. Or at least I started liking her a little more. I’m still not 100% sure “how” much I like her, but, I was happy in the end.
We all remember Travis Kidd, right? The joker. The ladies man. But his past comes back to bite him in the arse in this book. And boy oh boy, this bite is darn near lethal. While ogling a potential hook up in a bar, Travis notices the one girl he’s been thinking about for over two years. This presents a problem because all he wants to do now is talk to the girl and NOT the hook up. So when he gives the hook up the shoulder, the last thing he expects is to be slapped with a rape case. Especially considering he didn’t even go home with her. Good thing that mystery girl in the bar is also his publicist, right?
Saylor can’t believe her luck. It seems like ever since that one night two years ago when she gave in to her own desires, Travis Kidd has been influencing her life, and not exactly in a positive way. And here we go again. Because now she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place. Come clean to help Travis where she could not only lose her job, but end up in jail…or save her own arse and try figuring out a way to clear his name. Too bad there’s another element to the equation. The ex who happens to be the father of her four year daughter. Could life get any harder?
This book takes place during the off season. So don’t expect to read anything about the actual game. Well, besides being in the clubhouse or chatting with the boys. This book literally revolves around everything legal and extremely personal. As I mentioned earlier, I had a really hard time liking Saylor, but after reading her story, I can understand that people do weird things when they feel backed in to a corner. And her corner was pretty small. My heart completely aches for Travis. No one should have to go through what does in this book and the way people turn on him is very hurtful. I think I even shed a tear or two.
But in the end, Travis figured out how to save the day. For everyone, including himself. It was a perfect way to end this story and am already chomping to get my hands on the next one. Because let’s face it….we ALL know who’s next, right?
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Whenever I wake up with a hangover, I often ask myself why I drank so much and promise that I’ll never do it again. That promise is something I’ve been breaking for the past few days, and up until now, I didn’t care.
I had hoped the booze would muddy my memory of last night, but it hasn’t. Every word she said, every expression she had, every punch to my chest to get me out of her apartment is crystal clear. I fucked up, and I don’t even know how. All I know is that the sobs I heard on the other side of Saylor’s door last night were enough to sober my stupid ass up.
For hours, I sat against her door, until a resident suggested I leave or they were going to call the police. If I hadn’t been arrested ear- lier, I probably would have encouraged them to dial Boston’s Finest. Another man might understand my plight. The woman that I want to be with kicked me out of her house, and while I probably deserved it, I didn’t want to leave until she stopped crying. I didn’t want to be the one to walk away in her time of need.
But as egos go—and believe me, mine is huge—I couldn’t let it get in the way any longer, so I walked my drunk ass back home with my tail between my legs, only to stay up all night while the booze wore off, knowing that I had to live with whatever I’d done to Saylor.
She’s the last person in the world who I want to hurt, and she’s the one person who can save me. Not only from a life behind bars, but from myself. When I’m with her, I’m a different person. The cocky son of a bitch whom everyone is used to doesn’t exist when she’s near me, and frankly, that is the man I like, or at least I used to. It’s easier being a fucking douche. It’s second nature to me and comes with the territory of being named one of the city’s most eligible bachelors.
Except when I’m with Saylor, I can be the man who hides in the shadow of that Travis Kidd. I can be the kind of man who doesn’t have to have a one-liner available or wink in order to get a phone number. When I’m with her, life outside of baseball starts to have a meaning, a fucking purpose.