ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: GRAND SLAM
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Series: The Boys of Summer, #3
On Sale: August 15, 2017
Publisher: Forever
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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.
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THE BOYS OF SUMMER SERIES
THIRD BASE, #1
HOME RUN, #2
GRAND SLAM, #3
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GRAND SLAM EXCERPT
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 earlier, 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
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