ABOUT THE BOOK
Title: GRAND SLAM
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Series: The Boys of Summer, #3
On Sale: May 23, 2017
Publisher: Forever
eBook: $4.99 USD
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
REVIEW
5 Knock 'em Out of the Park STARS!
The Boys of Summer is by far my favorite series in Sports Romance. I love baseball and Heidi McLaughlin is one of my favorite authors - Win! Win! I can’t get enough of these sexy athletes. What I really love and not love about Heidi McLaughlin stories is when you start one you can’t put it down until you get to the very end. This started out as a “I’ll read a few chapters before bed” to an “I stayed up all night” reading Travis & Saylor. Grand Slam is better than the last, how is that even possible? I want more from this baseball team.
The chemistry between these two is explosive and their stories will take residence in your heart. Travis & Saylor share a night and then she’s gone (but not too far). Too bad Travis wants more. He can’t understand why she shuts him down but he’s persistent. Saylor has her reasons for not letting Travis in to her life but she has only so much self-control with Travis.
There is so much to Travis and Saylor’s story along with a cute surprise I was happy to see. I don’t want to give away too much but the love Travis finds with Saylor made my heart so full. There were moments I wasn’t sure their HEA would happen but the way Ms. McLaughlin tells a story, you know something good must come. The banter and teasing between these Boys of Summer reminded me of how much the boys in these men are still in them.
I encourage you to grab some peanuts and cracker jacks and let’s root, root, root for the Renegades in this latest Grand Slam installment of the Boys of Summer.
The Boys of Summer is by far my favorite series in Sports Romance. I love baseball and Heidi McLaughlin is one of my favorite authors - Win! Win! I can’t get enough of these sexy athletes. What I really love and not love about Heidi McLaughlin stories is when you start one you can’t put it down until you get to the very end. This started out as a “I’ll read a few chapters before bed” to an “I stayed up all night” reading Travis & Saylor. Grand Slam is better than the last, how is that even possible? I want more from this baseball team.
The chemistry between these two is explosive and their stories will take residence in your heart. Travis & Saylor share a night and then she’s gone (but not too far). Too bad Travis wants more. He can’t understand why she shuts him down but he’s persistent. Saylor has her reasons for not letting Travis in to her life but she has only so much self-control with Travis.
There is so much to Travis and Saylor’s story along with a cute surprise I was happy to see. I don’t want to give away too much but the love Travis finds with Saylor made my heart so full. There were moments I wasn’t sure their HEA would happen but the way Ms. McLaughlin tells a story, you know something good must come. The banter and teasing between these Boys of Summer reminded me of how much the boys in these men are still in them.
I encourage you to grab some peanuts and cracker jacks and let’s root, root, root for the Renegades in this latest Grand Slam installment of the Boys of Summer.
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 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.
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