By: Collette West
Released July 25th, 2014
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When a health scare forces his best friend, Kyle Roberts, off the team, no one can stomach the thought of replacing him, especially so close to the playoffs.
Until Kyle's sister, Sasha, steps in, convincing management to let her take his place. The idea of signing the first female player in Major League history proves too tempting for the Kings to resist.
Nevertheless, Brooks doesn't want any part of it. Sasha is Kyle's little sister, not some sideshow.
Yet when Kyle takes a turn for the worse, Brooks promises to do everything in his power to help Sasha win a championship for him. Because there's no way he's letting either of them down. Not now, not ever.
© 2014 Collette West
Who is that slut and why does she keep trying to get Brooks's attention?
I should be used to women falling all over Brooks by now, but I'm not. It rubs me the wrong way every time I see the shiny, bouncy hair, dazzlingly white smiles, and killer figures. He could have his pick of any girl he wanted. It’s what makes that nagging fear linger in the back of my mind—if that’s the case then why would he ever choose me?
And what he does next surprises the heck out of me. Instead of booking it into the dugout like I thought he would, he approaches her. She smiles at him, leaning over the rail suggestively to give him a full view of her bountiful assets.
"When I saw that the Kings were going to be in town, I drove all the way from Vegas to see you," she gushes, blinking up at him as he continues to sign for those around her.
Brooks doesn't respond, which is right out of the Kings' PR playbook. Acknowledge fans, but never engage them. Be friendly and polite, but don't interact. Say just enough, but not too much.
"I just wanted to tell you in person what a great guy you are," she babbles on, falling all over him, not seeming to care that he's ignoring her. "You really go out of your way for people."
"My brother had his bachelor party in Vegas." I shoot her a withering look. Hell, the Kings’ rules were made to be broken. I'm proof of that.
"Yeah, I know," she snipes back.
"How?" I bait her, and Brooks's hand pauses in midair over the baseball he's signing.
"A little something called the Internet. You should check it out sometime. There's some really fascinating stuff on there," she taunts me in front of everybody, getting more than a few people to give her a scrutinizing look. No one talks to America's Sweetheart that way.
"I wouldn't believe everything you read," I answer back hotly, failing to control my temper.
"Oh, I don't know. Eyewitness accounts tend to be pretty credible," she fires back, casting a quick look at Brooks.
His head lowers almost imperceptibly, but it was enough for me to notice.
He slept with her. He f***ing slept with her, no doubt at Kyle's bachelor party. I think I'm going to throw up.
Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.
Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at email@example.com.
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.