Published by Forever on August 15, 2017
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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.
You know I love my sports romances and this was no exception. I also love this author’s books, she’s great at creating awesome stories and deep characters. This was incredible sweet and romantic and also a pretty quick read.
Travis Kidd is the left fielder for the Boston Renegades, on the surface he’s a player in every sense of the word and used to whatever he wants, but he’s so much more than that. Saylor Blackwell is a publicist for the Renegades and a single mom to a 5-year-old daughter Lucy. They shared a drunken one-night stand years ago that Travis has not been able to forget. Saylor is obviously hesitant since she has a lot to lose.
These was ridiculously sweet and mega swoony. I would say that Travis is the star of the book, he steals the show with his awesomeness. However, Saylor is also a kickass heroine. She’s a strong-willed character and also very conscious that her daughter always comes first. They both had lots of things to overcome, but they’re pretty great together. Their chemistry is off the charts!
I loved that it was dual POV, loved being in Travis’ mind. The story is a little light on the sports part and some of the twist and turns are pretty predictable. But I definitely loved it overall. This was a super sweet, enjoyable fast read. I can’t wait for what Heidi brings us next. I absolutely recommend this one!
**An ARC was generously provided in exchange for an honest review**
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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.