Night Games by Collette West – [BLOG TOUR – EXCERPT]
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Release Date: Febuary 28, 2014
The moment Grey Kelleher locks eyes with All-Star shortstop Chase Whitfield, she’s a goner. For years, she’s watched him play on TV, and now she’s gazing at his hard, lean body across a bar in her hometown.
Grey’s crush on Chase goes all the way back to his rookie season. So when she approaches him for an autograph, she’s startled by what a jerk he can be.
Chase is no mood to humor his fans, even one as alluring as Grey. He’s in the last year of his contract and stuck having to prove himself on a minor league team. He’s only there to rehab an injury, nothing more.
But when Grey tells him off, Chase realizes her fiery spirit may be just the distraction he needs to take his mind off not being in the majors. His heart is safe. No one’s going to break his streak as baseball’s most eligible bachelor. Not even someone as irresistible as Grey
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But this isn’t some movie. I’m not sentimental when it comes to women. I hook up and check out. No strings, no baggage. I satisfy my raging hard-on and then move on to the next in line. They’re all the same. None of them stand out. They just want a chance to say they spent the night with Chase Whitfield, so I make it worth their while. Let’s just say that I’ve never had any complaints when it comes to my prowess in the bedroom. I know my way around a woman’s body. I make sure they get something out of it, too. I’m not that much of a selfish prick.
But commitment—that’s where I draw the line. I have my celebrity girlfriends for show. The ones I take to awards shows and charity events when I have to make a public appearance with someone on my arm. My agent is an expert at drawing up these kinds of contracts. The non-disclosure agreement is especially binding. If they spill any details to the press after we ‘break up,’ they’re in for a world of hurt. Sure, I’ve banged them all. Why wouldn’t I? None of them particularly care for the fact that I sleep around when I’m on the road, but I’m careful when it comes to STDs and unwanted pregnancies. I always wear protection. I always pull out. Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am.
One of my rules is that I never look them in the eye when I’m inside them. I focus on a scratch on the headboard or their dyed hair spread across the pillowcase. They’re just a means to an end for me. They’re willing to offer up their bodies, so I’m willing to take them. It’s not like I’m forcing them to have sex with me. Even if I did, they’d still be lining up outside my door. Every woman wants a chance to be with Chase Whitfield.
Except for this one, it seems. But I did screw up—twice now. I yelled at her friend. No wonder she’s not exactly running over to my table. Whatever courage she had walking in here was probably dashed the moment I started ragging on them. I don’t know what came over me. I was completely taken aback seeing her again. I got flustered, just like I did behind home plate. And I never get flustered. Ever.
For some reason, she’s messing up my game. She’s drawing me in, even if I seem to be pushing her away. I want her to fight with me. I like a good challenge. I’m curious to see what she’s made of.
Maybe it’s time to up the ante and make her jealous. There’s a table of scantily clad twentysomethings sitting next to us. Noah is a friend of the owner’s son, and he told him we were coming and that I was interested in meeting some of Stockton’s finest. Out of the five girls at the table, one of them looks halfway decent. I should invite her over and have some fun. It’s a move that’s worked in the past. Serve up a little competition and the girl I really want to talk to will come waltzing over to stake her claim. Happens all the time.
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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.