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A baseball sports romance that has the perfect mix of angst, feels, and gut wrenching heartache that has us utterly addicted! #TRSoRfave #Sports
Read a sassy & sexy excerpt and enter to win a Signed Paperback and $50 gift card giveaway!
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"I can't do this," he suddenly says so quietly, I barely hear him.
"Do what?"
"Us."
- The Shortstop by A.M. Madden
Excerpt: Meet Quint and Annie
As I’m shaving, Annie walks in holding a piece of paper, wearing a frown and nothing else.
“Babe, you can’t walk in here naked when I’m scraping a razor blade across my jugular.”
As if she forgot she was naked, she looks down at herself and blushes. “Oh. Um, I need to take a shower,” she says distractedly. Holding out the note so I can read it, she adds, “Daphne’s gone.”
Getting antsy. Went to explore. I’ll be back before we leave.
“So?”
“She left without us. I’m surprised she didn’t wake us up.”
“Maybe this whole Billy thing is messing with her more than she’ll admit.”
Annie looks at my reflection, contemplating my words. “You think she’s having second thoughts?” The optimism in her voice is hard to ignore. “You think she wants him back?”
“Babe, don’t start.”
“What? I merely asked a question,” she quips, folding her arms as she does. My eyes focus on her breasts, and she sighs. “Quint!”
“Sorry.” I’m the first to break eye contact. Resuming my shave, I shake my head. “You have that meddling look, and you need to stay out of it.”
I can feel her eyes on me, and when I chance a look, she’s staring at me with narrowed eyes. “I have no such look. I’m just worried about her. She’s my best friend.”
“I’m your best friend.”
“Quint. Stop being a jerk.”
“Yes, dear.”
“That is not funny, Mr. Lawson.” When I chuckle at her expense, she smacks my ass. “I just merely asked if you thought she would change her mind.” She turns on the shower, waiting for me to agree, which I won’t. Saying that Daphne may be having second thoughts would encourage Annie to pick up just where she left off in regards to meddling in their relationship. I quickly glance her way while pretending to be concentrating on the last of my shave. “I know what you’re doing. You’re avoiding my question.”
“No. I’m just trying not to kill myself while you stand there all pissed off and naked. You’re distracting me.”
“Okay, I’ll just ask her in the car on our way home.” She turns on her heel and enters the shower. Damn it. The ride home will be worse than the one to get here if all they talk about is Billy.
I remove my briefs and follow right behind her. She yelps when I gift her ass with a good smack of my own. “If you turn our four-hour ride into a talk show over the status of their relationship, I’ll pull over and force you both to walk home.”
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise.”
“I could get picked up by a psychopath, and he could kill me and dump me on the side of the road,” she challenges. “Besides, you wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt me.”
“You know me well. But…” I walk her backward into the stream of the shower, pulling her into my arms and hardening as she rubs against me provocatively. “I wouldn’t hesitate to make her walk home, best friend or not. As for you, I can think of other ways to punish you.” Before she can respond, I kiss her, lift her, and sink into her, effectively ending our argument.
“Babe, you can’t walk in here naked when I’m scraping a razor blade across my jugular.”
As if she forgot she was naked, she looks down at herself and blushes. “Oh. Um, I need to take a shower,” she says distractedly. Holding out the note so I can read it, she adds, “Daphne’s gone.”
Getting antsy. Went to explore. I’ll be back before we leave.
“So?”
“She left without us. I’m surprised she didn’t wake us up.”
“Maybe this whole Billy thing is messing with her more than she’ll admit.”
Annie looks at my reflection, contemplating my words. “You think she’s having second thoughts?” The optimism in her voice is hard to ignore. “You think she wants him back?”
“Babe, don’t start.”
“What? I merely asked a question,” she quips, folding her arms as she does. My eyes focus on her breasts, and she sighs. “Quint!”
“Sorry.” I’m the first to break eye contact. Resuming my shave, I shake my head. “You have that meddling look, and you need to stay out of it.”
I can feel her eyes on me, and when I chance a look, she’s staring at me with narrowed eyes. “I have no such look. I’m just worried about her. She’s my best friend.”
“I’m your best friend.”
“Quint. Stop being a jerk.”
“Yes, dear.”
“That is not funny, Mr. Lawson.” When I chuckle at her expense, she smacks my ass. “I just merely asked if you thought she would change her mind.” She turns on the shower, waiting for me to agree, which I won’t. Saying that Daphne may be having second thoughts would encourage Annie to pick up just where she left off in regards to meddling in their relationship. I quickly glance her way while pretending to be concentrating on the last of my shave. “I know what you’re doing. You’re avoiding my question.”
“No. I’m just trying not to kill myself while you stand there all pissed off and naked. You’re distracting me.”
“Okay, I’ll just ask her in the car on our way home.” She turns on her heel and enters the shower. Damn it. The ride home will be worse than the one to get here if all they talk about is Billy.
I remove my briefs and follow right behind her. She yelps when I gift her ass with a good smack of my own. “If you turn our four-hour ride into a talk show over the status of their relationship, I’ll pull over and force you both to walk home.”
“Is that a threat?”
“A promise.”
“I could get picked up by a psychopath, and he could kill me and dump me on the side of the road,” she challenges. “Besides, you wouldn’t ever do anything to hurt me.”
“You know me well. But…” I walk her backward into the stream of the shower, pulling her into my arms and hardening as she rubs against me provocatively. “I wouldn’t hesitate to make her walk home, best friend or not. As for you, I can think of other ways to punish you.” Before she can respond, I kiss her, lift her, and sink into her, effectively ending our argument.
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“Quint and Annie sitting in a tree…K.I.S.S.I.N.G.”
Quint Lawson and Annie Weber heard that childhood song over and over and it never bothered them. Even though Quint was only five, Annie wasn’t just his neighbor. She would become his best friend and the love of his life. Annie wasn’t interested in dolls, or girly things when growing up. A tomboy at heart, having a boy as a best friend suited her just fine. That same boy captured her heart.
Quint had two passions, his girl and baseball. From kindergarten to college, Quint tore up every baseball diamond he played on. His position was shortstop. His talent was undeniable. Professional ball was most definitely in his future, and he was ready for it. Annie would be right by his side.
When everything in life is perfect, it’s hard to imagine heartbreak in any form. Quint wasn’t immune to its power. This shortstop had no idea what any form of heartbreak could do to his perfect world. When it hit, there were many casualties left in its wake…the most important one was Annie.
Can a person be prepared for, understand, or even endure a misfortune if they’ve never experienced one before? In Quint Lawson’s case the answer is no.
Quint Lawson and Annie Weber heard that childhood song over and over and it never bothered them. Even though Quint was only five, Annie wasn’t just his neighbor. She would become his best friend and the love of his life. Annie wasn’t interested in dolls, or girly things when growing up. A tomboy at heart, having a boy as a best friend suited her just fine. That same boy captured her heart.
Quint had two passions, his girl and baseball. From kindergarten to college, Quint tore up every baseball diamond he played on. His position was shortstop. His talent was undeniable. Professional ball was most definitely in his future, and he was ready for it. Annie would be right by his side.
When everything in life is perfect, it’s hard to imagine heartbreak in any form. Quint wasn’t immune to its power. This shortstop had no idea what any form of heartbreak could do to his perfect world. When it hit, there were many casualties left in its wake…the most important one was Annie.
Can a person be prepared for, understand, or even endure a misfortune if they’ve never experienced one before? In Quint Lawson’s case the answer is no.
She's always been my heart, but baseball was my blood. One doesn't work without the other.
- The Shortstop by A.M. Madden
