Boys Of Summer: Sliding Home / Fever Pitch / The Sweet Spot. Leslie Kelly
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Don’t miss this super sexy anthology featuring three reader-favorite stories that celebrate the heroes of the all-American sport of baseball—and the women who throw them the ultimate curveball…
Sliding Home by New York Times bestselling author Leslie Kelly Plain Janie Nolan’s been sitting on the bench so long, she doesn’t even realize she’s still in the game. That is, until a sexy pitcher tempts her to come up to the plate and take a swing…
The Sweet Spot by USA TODAY bestselling author Kimberly Raye Babe Bannister discovers that striking out with a sexy shortstop isn’t so bad—especially when it leads to hitting a home run with a delicious coach…
Fever Pitch by New York Times bestselling author Julie Elizabeth Leto Callie Andrews has been dying to have one last chance at bat…with her ex-husband!
Boys of Summer
Sliding Home
Leslie Kelly
Fever Pitch
Julie Elizabeth Leto
The Sweet Spot
Kimberly Raye
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Leslie Kelly
To Julie and Kim—it’s been great “playing” with you. And to the real “boys of summer”— thanks for keeping the summer months extra hot!
Early March, three weeks before Opening Day
WHAT JANIE NOLAN knew about baseball could be summed up in three words: zip, zero and zilch. She’d never liked sports of any kind, being far too focused on what her family called her “causes” to much care if some guy hit a ball with a stick farther than some other guy hit a ball with a stick.
So the fact that she’d ended up running a sports memorabilia shop called Round The Bases, which was primarily focused on Louisville’s Major League Baseball team, the Slammers, made as much sense as if she’d decided to become a stripper. And even with her very early-in-the-alphabet cup size, she’d probably still have had a better shot at a pole-dancing career than of preventing her brother’s store from going under while he served in the military.
Aside from Janie’s blood, sweat and tears, there was only one thing keeping the shop afloat, and that was the elderly man sitting across from her on the lawn of Bluegrass Retirement Village. Her personal walking baseball encyclopedia.
“You oughta be able to get six hundred for that,” Edgar Smith said, rubbing his jaw as he eyed the framed, autographed game picture in his hand. “’86 Mets, game seven over the Red Sox. With the certificate of authenticity, six minimum, maybe seven.”
Nodding, Janie jotted a note in her small, spiral notebook, which was already filled with information the man had provided. He’d been an absolute godsend. Without Mr. Smith’s input, she would probably have sold her brother’s 2004 autographed Red Sox ball for ten bucks to some kid on a Little League team.
“You’re my guardian angel,” she said, squeezing Mr. Smith’s age-spotted hand before putting the picture in her bag.
“Hands off, girlie, he’s mine. Wouldn’t want to have to arm wrestle m’own granddaughter for a man.”
Grinning,