I am so happy to be part of this amazing blog hop with some of my favorite fellow baseball romance authors. We're all celebrating Opening Day by putting our books on sale for 99¢ for the whole week! My name is Jen Doyle. My CALLING IT series starts off when professional baseball player Nate Hawkins, escapes to his hometown of Inspiration, Iowa, after a car accident nearly ends his career. But when he finds his old apartment occupied by a half-naked woman wielding a baseball bat, he’s not sure what to think…except that maybe his luck has finally changed for the better.
Check out the rest of the other blogs (links below) and then scroll on down to see more about CALLING IT.
Lyssa Kay AdamsBooks, booze, and the long ball
Jennifer BernardDouble the romance, double the fun
Debra EliseLove Always Finds A Way
Jean Joachim Stories to warm your heart and soul.
Kate KissetA second chance to play for keeps
Mindy KlaskyFun. Passion. Fantasy. More.
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About CALLING IT:
Baseball player Nathan Hawkins needs to get away from Chicago. After a near career-ending car accident and with paparazzi surrounding his penthouse, Nate can only think of one place to go: home. But when he finds his old apartment occupied by a half-naked woman wielding a baseball bat, he's not sure what to think...except that maybe his luck has finally changed for the better.
Librarian Dorie Donelli never thought she'd get to meet her fantasy man in person--much less while she's wearing her bathrobe. To her surprise, her nearly naked run-in with Nate leads to more unclothed encounters. But Dorie is sure their fling is only temporary. As long as she remembers he'll be gone once his life gets back on track, she won't get hurt. In the meantime, she throws herself into enjoying their three weeks together before he has to report for spring training and go back to his old life.
For Nate, being with Dorie is the only time in months that he finds himself smiling. Laughing. And he has no intention of letting that go. He might even befalling in love...if only Dorie will let him say the words. What they have isn't just a dream, but the start of a dream come true.
They were crucifying him on sports radio. Again. Tonight’s theme was NateGate: Is Baseball’s Hawkins Out For Good? and, considering that he was the Nate Hawkins they were talking about, he was an idiot for listening in the first place.
“So the team’s doctors have just come out and said he’ll be fine to play in the spring, but I have to be honest, Jim. We’re supposed to believe that he’ll be good to go when pitchers and catchers report in less than a month? He’s not a twenty-two-year-old kid anymore. Bones that old don’t heal the way they used to.”
That old? He was thirty-three, for fuck’s sake.
“Marco, I’m not too worried about his knee…”
Exactly. His knee was freaking fine.
“What’s bothering me are the rumors I’m starting to hear about the Breathalyzer test results being faked.”
“Are you shitting me?”
And now he was yelling at the radio.
Perfect. Good thing it was practically the middle of the night and his was the only car on the highway. It would be just his luck to have someone snap a picture of him as he was yelling at his dashboard.
“I mean, the guy’s SUV rolled, what, seven times? That doesn’t just happen. And we’re getting nothing from team management despite the fact that they’ve invested a bucketload of money in him, plus nothing from the man himself… Things are not adding up. Let’s go to the phones.”
Listening to guys who were paid to stir up shit was bad enough. But the callers? Hell, no. He had to shut it off.
And yet he let it go on for another fifteen minutes. It was like driving by a wreck on the highway: nearly impossible to turn your head away.
So much for his adoring public. Christ. He was actually grateful to see the red-and-blue lights of a police car flashing behind him. He’d clearly sunk to a new low.
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