Title: Stealing Home
Author: Lynn Stevens
Genre: Adult Sports Romance
Cover Designer: The Sinful Hoarder
Publication Date: June 30th, 2020
Hosted by: Lady Amberâs PR
Going home is rarely a good idea, until you discover what home really means.
After the disaster of Westlandâs steroid scandal, Chuck Mathis knows his baseball dreams are kaput; so he decides to focus on his other dream: psychology. Heâll graduate from Westland University, then heâll leave Madison to earn his masterâs and PhD. Nothing is going to stand in his way. Not his overbearing father. Not even baseball.
Except maybe Sophie Tipton.
Chuck decides to work for his father and play on his fatherâs slow-pitch softball team over the summer. Sophie manages the team. Sheâs not about to let some college baseball player take over either. And Chuck wants to do more than just play ball with the fiery beauty.
Just as things are falling into place, they start to fall apart. Chuck has to choose between his love of baseball and the girl who has stolen his heart.
Itâs an impossible decision.
Lynn Stevens flunked out of college writing her first novel. Yes, she still has it and no, you can't read it. Surprisingly, she graduated with honors at her third school. A former farm girl turned city slicker, Lynn lives in the Midwest where she drinks coffee she can't pronounce and sips tea when she's out of coffee. When she's out of both, just stay away.
The field wasnât different. Then again, one softball field looks like another. I dropped my bag in the fenced-in dugout, a puff of dirt exploding beneath it. It was sufficiently dusty from sitting in my closet since my senior year in high school. That was the last time I bothered with my softball glove and plastic cleats.
âCan I help you?â a petite dark blonde stepped away from the third base line and toward the dugout. A scowl covered her face, drawing lines around her eyes. There was something familiar about her, but I couldnât quite place where Iâd seen her before.
âIâm Chuck.â I held out my hand. She stared at it and crossed her arms over her chest. âMathis. Chuck Mathis.â
âOh,â she said. Recognition of my last name dawned in her brown eyes, but that didnât change her stance one bit. âOh, well. Everything going well here. Weâre ready for our first game next week and ââ
âSweetheart, Iâm here to play.â I drug out each word like an asshole.
She snorted and turned around, muttering, âYa right.â
What the hell? I hurried after her onto the infield. This chick thought I was checking up on her then when I said I was there to play; she blew me off. Several members of the team stopped to watch our little show. My buddy Joey waved from right field and didnât bother to control his laughter. I shook my head at him.
ââYa right?â Whatâs that supposed to mean?â I touched her shoulder, which was the wrong thing to do by the way she spun back around to face me.
âFirst, donât ever touch me again. Second, Iâm not your sweetheart.â Her finger jammed into my chest as each word shot from her mouth. âThird, I donât need some hotshot college player taking over my team. Mr. Mathis made it clear I could manage this year and thatâs what I plan to do. So you can pick your bag up and go back to Westland. Iâm sure there are plenty of people there that wouldnât mind having you around.â
Actually that was the last thing I wanted to do. This chick didnât need to know that though. This chick did need to know that I wasnât planning on taking over the team. Yeah, Iâd run it in the past but that was the past.
âI donât know why youâre here,â she said. Her stone gaze softened as she tilted her head to the side. âJust go.â
âLook, sweetheart, Iâm not going to step on your toes.â I held up my hands in defeat and stepped back to put some distance between us. âIâm just here to play. Thatâs all.â
She rubbed her hand over her face. No makeup. Damn me to hell, if that wasnât the sexiest thing Iâd ever seen. The au natural look worked for her.
âReally.â I leaned down so she could hear me loud and clear. âIf Dad told you to manage the team, then manage the team. I wonât get in your way. And having a ringer wonât hurt one bit. Especially if theyâre as bad as theyâve always been.â
She smiled. All my previous perceptions about her disappeared. Iâd thought she was at least in her thirties, but once the scowl was gone, Iâd seen my error in judgment. She was closer to my age. Wisps of her dark blond hair framed her high cheekbones. Her eyes shone with sparks of gold mixed in with the brown. I shook my head to clear it. Amidst was not usually part of my vocabulary and it didnât need to start either. Chicks were not in my immediate future and a horrible one was in my not-so-distant past. Nope, it didnât matter how cute this girl was, or how sexy her lips pouted, or how much of a turn on her mischievous eyes were. None of that mattered. I wasnât going to get involved in anything more than a one-night stand at this point.
âFine, but youâre gonna have to listen to me. If I put on the shift, then shift. And if you call me sweetheart one more time, youâll see what a ball buster I can be.â She walked backward away from me and shouted over her shoulder. âHope everyone here is okay with Chuck joining the team.â
A few people said hello while Joey whooped. He waved again before barely catching a ball coming his way. The pretty brunette he played catch with didnât even glance at me. Very well. Not every girl needed to appreciate my fine form. I didnât need a girl anyway. That was definitely something Iâd have to remind myself of every single day this summer. Once my final year in college started, maybe Iâd consider it. And, like I said, a one-nighter wasnât out of the question. Just not with anyone who worked for the almighty Charles Mathis.
âIâm not,â a deep voice said behind me. I turned around and leered at the man. Roger Dorsey didnât stare, he glared with outright hatred. He still played the bully. It never worked on me.
âWhyâs that?â the new manager said.