Title: Jock Blocked
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #1
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 19, 2020
She canât let him scoreâ¦
Call it superstition, but when a guy bats as hot as Brooks Elliott, you donât mess with whatâs working. And whatâs working is him keeping his pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field.
So when I hear heâs planning to ditch his V-card now that heâs been traded to baseballâs lovable losersâaka my home team and my reason for living every March through OctoberâI do what any rational, dedicated, obsessed fan would do.
I make a plan to stop him.
But the thing about stopping him is that it requires spending time with him.
Lots. And lots. And lots of time.
And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. Not as the guy whoâs going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home a championship ring, but as the guy whoâs helping me in my quest to bring back the teamâs old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. And who would do almost anything for his love of the game.
But after all this time of jock-blocking himâ¦do I even have a chance?
And if I do, are we both destined to a life of celibacy in the name of winning?
Jock Blocked is a home run of a romantic comedy featuring the worldâs most superstitious sports fan, baseballâs oldest virgin hero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the best lovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after more satisfying than a game-winning grand slam.
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Mackenzie Montana, aka a woman on a mission
I never meant to become a criminal. But in the grand scheme of life, I donât think Iâm technically engaging in criminal behavior.
At least, if it is, you could call it a crime of passion.
And I am very passionate in my belief that while the Fireballs need to make changes to halt their record-breaking streak of being the worst losing team ever to play professional baseball, they donât need to do it with a new mascot. Which is why I decided to take two weeks off work and fly to Florida for spring training, where Iâm not saying that Iâve snuck into my home teamâs ballpark after hours to steal the worst proposed mascot costume, but Iâm not saying I havenât either.
They actually let a meatball make the final cut.
I needed at least another full season to get over the fact that the new Fireballs ownership killed the last mascot, and here they are, letting fans vote on replacing Fiery the Dragon with flaming meatballs.
I snort to myself while I creep through the darkened concrete hallways with a flaming meatball swallowing half of my body.
If youâre going to steal a giant meatball costume, itâs best to act like you know what youâre doing. And striding out of here with zero shame means two thingsâone, no oneâs going to stop me, and two, even if they do, Iâm incognito.
Itâs the perfect crime to counter the crime of killing Fiery.
Iâm one turn away from the door that I left propped open for myself after hiding out in the family bathroom after todayâs game when voices drift toward me.
Neither is familiar, but as I get closer to my final turn, I realize the voices are between me and my exit.
I got this.
I can stroll on by, flash a thumbs-up, pretend like Iâm heading out to prank the Fireballs at the team compound theyâre all staying at, or to make a fast-food run for publicity.
Acting like I know what Iâm doing inside this mascot costume is as easy as breathing. When youâve seen thousands of baseball games in your lifetime, itâs not hard.
So I turn the corner.
And then I suck in a surprised breath, because thatâs Brooks Elliott.
Oh. My. God.
The Fireballsâ newest acquisition. Like, so new he arrived yesterday. A mid-spring training acquisition, which is practically unheard of.
He plays third base, and he hits the ball like itâs evil incarnate and heâs an avenging angel and itâs his job to send that evil into another dimension.
He could be the reason we legitimately have a shot at making it to the post-season.
And I am not going to hyperventilate like I did the last time I was face-to-face with a baseball player.
Pretending to be a mascot?
I got this.
Talking to the players?
Itâs like talking to the gods.
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Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
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