Today, Rita will be giving a way a copy of The Catcher and the Lie!
One player works extra innings to make Abby break her own rules about love.
After a year of personal and professional upheaval Nick Valente is in the market for redemption, not temptation. Getting involved with any woman, especially smart-mouthed Abby McCabe, is simply not in this player’s game plan.
Experience, mostly bad, has convinced Abby McCabe that she has a special gift for finding men who can’t help falling out of love with her. Getting close to a man, especially one who plays the field professionally, is sure to add another loss to her emotional score sheet.
As summer heats up an unexpected spark turns into a flame. But fear of getting burned winds up putting two strikes in their relationship. With Nick on the bench, it’s up to Abby to turn the game around. Trusting this man with her heart could deliver the biggest save of her life—or the biggest error she ever made.
Will they strike out or end up with a homerun?
Warning, this title contains the following: a hot baseball player with all-star equipment, a smack talking woman who doesn’t know the score, and a world class collection of inflatable dolls.
A heavy thud signaled the arrival of someone only steps behind her. The sun was still high on the horizon, providing ample light in the nearly deserted lot.
“You okay, McCabe?”
Three words and she couldn’t control the slight tremor in her legs.
“Fine and dandy, sugar candy.”
Nick pulled up short. “You really do have a one liner for everything. I’m not sure if I’m impressed or concerned.”
Abby smiled, her first genuine reaction in forever. “I have that effect on a lot of people.”
“Thumbs up on the champagne,” Nick said, leaning back against the hot metal hood of her ancient Honda. “Your friend Meg was blinking so much I thought she’d lose a false eyelash. Everyone, including the future bridezilla, seemed shocked by your celebratory gesture.”
It was a subtle probe. Most of the guys knew the back story. Hell, too many of them had witnessed Bridget’s attempt at creating a wet T-shirt contest on an otherwise slow night at the bar. Back then, Abby had been too paralyzed to act on her own behalf. Discovering that Tyler, while on a relationship sabbatical from her, was banging Meg punctured more than her spirit. The fact that Meg’s white tank top had smelled like a week old keg only added to the tawdry tale. At least everyone now knew her cousin had a mean throwing arm.
Abby dropped her purse on the bumper and eyed the man lounging next to her. “Long, not particularly flattering, story. Hopefully today was the final chapter.”
His eyes settled thoughtfully on her profile. “I’m going to stick with the trite and say he didn’t deserve you.”
Confusion dotted her face. “What?”
“Tiger,” Nick drawled, “wasn’t up to your standards. So, don’t mourn his loss for more than a day or two.”
She needed to sit. Placing one foot on the bumper, she hauled herself onto the grill of the car. “Cute, but it’s Tyler not Tiger. And he was old news, certainly not worth a tear-stricken face.”
“And yet, you would have cried, if it hadn’t been for a devoted fan section hanging on your every word.”
“Lucky day. I land the only aspiring Dear Abby on the Bisons roster.”
The car dipped as he dropped an additional two hundred pounds of dead weight next to her. “Consider it my charitable contribution to the community.”
Beneath the sarcasm, albeit well hidden, was an empathetic ear. Abby cleared her throat. “I’ll give you the condensed version. Tyler covered the sports beat in Boston for a few years. We met at a game, dated for a millisecond, took a breather when he moved to Toronto.”
The unexpected feel of Nick’s hand on her shoulder derailed her train of thought. “Let me guess, Meg sauntered into the picture.”
“Spot on, Inspector Gadget. Here’s the twist. Meg came damn close to being my sister-in-law a few years back.”
“Whoa,” Nick said. “Dodged a bullet there.”
“Exactly. I helped derail the relationship, clueing my clueless brother in, on some of Meg’s extracurricular activities.”
“Ah, the fog clears. Tyler was a payback.”
“Kind of a two-for-the-price-of-one special,” Abby added, sliding her hands underneath her knees. “Although I think my brother long ago exorcised her memory.”
“What about you?”
She raised her hands over her head in mock surrender. “I might have felt a tiny prick in the area of my heart.”
“Speaking of pricks…”