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#Baseball #Romance to warm your heart! Dan Alexander, Pitcher, first of the BOTTOM OF THE NINTH series!

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Fed up with cheating women, Dan Alexander, star pitcher for the New York Nighthawks, grew restless. Searching for something more than a bar babe, he zeroed in on a girl in the stands. He never expected to see a beautiful chick pushing frankfurters. But the hot dog girl looked as smokin’ as the food she was selling. Holly Merrill found a place to hide in plain sight, as a vendor at Nighthawks’ stadium. Keeping her secret safe and simply happy to stay alive, she never considered finding love an option. After all, a bad girl doesn’t deserve a decent guy, does she? Coming off his best season ever, Dan went into the playoffs, hell bent on winning the pennant and playing in the World Series. But could he maintain his focus on the field, where everything was going right, when off the field everything was falling apart?   
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Dan was tired. His six-foot-three-inch frame needed sleep. He raised his hand in greeting to Bud Magee as they passed in the hall, before the pitcher ran smack dab into a young woman. He would’ve knocked her to the ground, if he hadn’t caught her first. He’d never seen her before, but her wide, blue eyes and hair the color of mink captured his attention.“Excuse me, miss. I didn’t see you.” Though she felt good in his arms, he let go before she started to scream.“Dan Alexander, one of our top pitchers. This is Holly Merrill. She’s new. Gonna be selling hot dogs for us.”“Welcome,” the ball player said, as his gaze slid down her curvy body.“Thanks.” She straightened her shirt and smoothed her jeans.After shooting her a sexy grin, he tipped his cap and replied, “The top pitcher.” With a chuckle, he disappeared into the locker room.
***********************************  Then, it happened. She dropped a hot dog loaded with mustard. The man in the stands stood up and started hollering. Holly bent over to clean it up. The guy in the TV booth running the camera zeroed in on her ass, and there it was, cute and big as life on the Jumbotron!People clapped and hooted. The players laughed. Dan held his breath. She craned her neck and looked around. Although Dan couldn’t hear what the man was saying, the pitcher saw him point to the giant screen. Dan cringed as she spied her backside, huge, amusing the crowd.Her hand few to her mouth. She picked up the cart and ran up the stairs.The camera went back to the action on the field. Dan’s stomach flipped. His heart melted. She didn’t deserve that, and he wasn’t sure she'd be able to deal with that kind of humiliation. The inning was over, and it was time for the seventh inning stretch. He looked for Holly, but couldn’t find her anywhere.He approached his manager. “Cal, need me?”“You can hit the showers, Alexander. Game’s almost over.”“Thanks.” He left the dugout and headed for the concession stand. Bud Magee was behind the counter. Dan asked him where Holly was.“What the hell happened? She dumped her cart and ran out of here like a bat out of Hell.”Dan explained then asked, “Where’d she go?”“Damned if I know. Probably back to my place. She’s a good kid, but she needs to get a sense of humor.”Dan thanked Bud and headed for the gate. He’d been to Bud’s house many times for big dinners, especially during the off season, when they could drink what they wanted and stay up late. He saw a figure walking fast up the sidewalk. He broke into an easy lope and caught up with her. She had her head down and held a tissue to her face. A queasy feeling grabbed Dan’s stomach. He hated crying women. He never knew what to do or say, and whatever he did only seemed to make them cry more.He cupped her shoulder with his big palm. “Wait. Wait. Holly?”She stopped in her tracks, but didn’t turn around. He felt her tremble.“Hey, come on. Nothing’s that bad.”“You didn’t have your ass, big as the Empire State Building, on TV.” Her tone was sharp, but she had stopped walking.“No, can’t say I’ve ever had that honor. That I know of. They get shots of us when we don’t know it. Some pretty embarrassing too.”She turned to face him. “Yeah? Like what?” She trained gorgeous blue eyes on him and rested her hands on her hips.“Like a guy picking his nose or scratching his…his crotch.” Now, Dan was the uncomfortable one. He raised his gaze to hers.She was laughing.
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“All I ask is that you not be an asshole. Is that too much?” Jake directed his request to Matt Jackson.“Shut the fuck up,” the catcher said, in a low voice.Dan cracked up. “Sounds reasonable to me.”“Same goes for you,” Matt said, pointing a finger at his friend.“No stories. No fake names, okay? No hitting on the first woman you see. And, no hitting on Valerie!” Dan said.“Afraid of a little competition?” Matt asked.“I might be if it came from someone like Jake. But you? Uh, no!”Matt pushed back into the seat and frowned.Jake poked Dan. “Remember the time he told some chick his name was Pancho Villa?”“And she didn’t even know who Pancho Villa was, but Jackson wanted to sleep with her anyway,” Dan said.“Until he said he couldn’t speak Spanish. Then, there was no way she was going home with him,” Jake croaked out.“Then, he told her he was a pro baseball player, and she didn’t believe him. Remember what she said?” Dan could hardly speak he was laughing so hard.“Yeah, yeah! She said, and I quote, ‘next you’ll tell me you’re George Bush’.”At that, Jake and Dan doubled over, laughing until they cried. Even Matt couldn’t stay angry. He joined his buddies. The men were still chuckling when the cab stopped in front of the club. 
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            A thousand thoughts ran through Maggie’s mind during the silence that ensued after she had confessed to John –and none of them good. His gaze rested on the floor, though his hand still gripped hers. She eased away from him, toward the nightstand.            “Guess I’ll be going now.”  She stepped back toward the door.             John tightened his hold, drawing her closer. “Just where do you think you’re going?”            “I understand completely. What man would want a woman as his wife who had done so, so terrible?”            “I would,” he said quietly. “Forget about it. You’re mine and that’s that. I’m sorry you had to endure that, old girl. But never again. No one will ever mistreat you again,” his voice was soft, but firm.             Her eyes watered.             “And where the hell was that bloke? If it’a been me, I’d’ve taken you away so fast –punched your dad in the nose,” he said, through gritted teeth.             “Awww. John,” she sighed, shaking her head slowly.            “No one would ever do that to my girl. Never. Never.” He held her fast.             “Am I your girl for ever and ever?” She asked, fastening her arms around his neck.            “You’re my wife, Maggie. And that’s forever.”            She smiled and snuggled into his chest.             “Then what are we doin’ standin’ here? With the bed empty and all?” She whispered.
            He laughed, then picked her up and tossed her on the mattress. 

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Maggie slipped into John’s bed. Now that they were engaged, the Roberts’ didn’t mind them sleeping together. Plans were underway to add a door and connect the two bedrooms so they could have a sitting room.             John slid in next to her.             “Okay, Maggie, what did you want to tell me?”            She picked at the trim on her new nightgown, her head bowed. Facing him was more than she could do.             “Out with it. You’re sitting there, so pretty.” He took her hand in his.             “It’s not that easy.”            “Nothing you could say would make a difference. I love you, girl.”            “Don’t be so quick to say that.”            “Please, Maggie.”            “Okay, then. Well. I was sent here on purpose.”            “To find work, right?”            “Yes and no. I’d done something at home.”            “Done something?”            “Disgraced my family. When I was sent here, it was clear there was no going back.”            John was quiet. He increased the pressure on her hand.             Maggie took a shuddering breath. She’s sworn to herself she’d never admit this to anyone. Now she was taking a big chance he wouldn’t want her anymore.             “I’d had a beau,” she said, stopping to clear her throat.            “Go on.”            “Edward. Eddie he was.”            John nodded, his eyes hooded.            “Well, we made a mistake. We goofed.”            Silence.             “I got pregnant.” She stopped when she heard his intake of breath.             “What happened to it?”            “Me dad and mum made me get rid of it.” The sting of tears had her blinking.            “You had an abortion?”            Unable to say the word, she nodded.             “Fuckin’ damn,” he said shaking his head.             “Told ya it was bad,” she said. “He’d be about little Penn’s age by now, I imagine.”

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“I’m coming, I’m coming,” called Anne Roberts, bustling into the kitchen, brandishing a pen. “Where do I sign?”Her husband was hunched over, writing his name on a document. He finished, stood and looked at his wife. “I’ve never been a witness to a marriage before. I mean not in the legal sense. I mean signing my name and all.”“Anne, you’re cute. You signed our marriage license,” Mr. Roberts said. “Oh, yes, that’s right. I did.” She colored a becoming shade of pink. “Where should I?”“Right here, Missus,” John said, pointing to a line with an “x” on it. “Very good, John. Thank you.”The butler took Maggie’s hand and gave it a squeeze. His eyes glowed as he glanced at her. “There you go,” Anne said, straightening up. “Congratulations,” Mr. Roberts said, shaking John’s hand. Anne gave them each a hug. “Here’s a little something for the wedding,” the master of the house said, slipping a check into John’s hand.“Thank you, sir. It’s official, my lady. We’re married, ceremony or no,” John chuckled. Maggie picked at a tissue in her hand. Her eyes watered with happiness and fear.
Anne handed a bottle of champagne to her husband. He poured four glasses. “To a long and happy life together,” he said, raising his flute. What happens when John finds out what I’ve done? Maggie’s stomach clenched.

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Maggie didn’t believe John was serious about marriage until the night he pulled something from his pocket, and it wasn’t a ring.  “What’s this?” She asked as he opened an envelope.
“Marriage license. Seems we need one to get hitched in this country.” He flattened the sheet of paper and pointed to an empty line with an “x” next to it.“Sign here.”“Just you wait one pretty minute, John Eldridge,” she said, bringing the document closer.“You don’t trust me?” His eyes widened.She shot him  skeptical look before turning her gaze  back to the writing. “What did you think it was?” He asked.“Dunno. Just want to make sure.”“I’ve already signed it.”She put the paper down as water clouded her vision. John ran his hand down her arm, his voice gentle. “Did you think I proposed to you only for sex? I meant every word.” “I see,” she choked out.“What’s wrong?”“Haven’t been too many been good to me, is all. Just makin’ sure.”He kissed the top of her head and slipped his arm around her. “Let’s spend our days bein’ good to each other.”She smiled up at him. “Sounds all right to me.” Maggie bent over the kitchen counter and signed her name. “There you go.”John lowered his mouth to hers for a deep kiss. Maggie melted in his arms for a moment before she regained her senses and stepped back.“Stop. The Missus'll be here any moment with Penn.”“Okay, but you’re hard to resist.”Shooting him a shy smile, she patted his chest and watched him tuck the license back in his breast pocket. “It’s done, you know.”“What?”“Once you sign the paper, we’re legally married.”“Without a proper preacher?"
“Yep. Too late to back out now, Maggie, my girl.”"You old trickster!" She smiled up at him. 
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John could stand it no longer. He never interfered in the Roberts’ conversations with their guests, but today, he had no choice. After a brief bow, he made eye contact with Anne Roberts. “A brief word, mum?” His brows knit.Anne’s gaze met his. “Certainly, John. Excuse me, Edda May.”Edda May made a face, but offered a quick nod.
John led his mistress into the pantry.“What is it?”“That spider is lying.”“Mrs. Crumpton?”“Yes, mum. I heard the whole conversation. Mrs. Crumpton offered Maggie a job. Even dangled more money in front of her. But Maggie didn’t bite.”     “She turned it down?”     “Yes, mum. She’s very happy here.”     Anne smiled. “Glad to know.”     “Yes mum. We plan to marry.”     “Has she said ‘yes’?”     “She has.” A shy smile curled his lips.      “How wonderful!” Anne’s eyes lit up.     “Are you going to give her the axe?” .     “No, of course not. You do me a disservice, John.”      “Begging your pardon?” His eyebrows quirked up.      “You assume I’d believe Edda May.”                  He nodded.      “She’s a big, fat liar. I don’t know why she’s trying to get Maggie fired, but it won’t work. I didn’t believe a word she said. Do you know why she did this?”      The unexpected question sent heat to his cheeks.      “Something to do with a former attachment I had? To her maid, Gerty.”      “Broke her heart, did you?” Anne Roberts stared at him.      “Didn’t mean to. Just…when Maggie came along,” he stumbled over his words, and felt his blush deepen. “Well, you know how she is. Kinda special.”      “You have good taste.”      “So you won’t be firing Maggie?”      “Of course not. That windbag has some nerve trying to cause trouble in my home,” Anne’s eyes fired up, she straightened her spine and pursed her lips.       “Thank you. Maggie will be much relieved.”       “Stick around, John. Edda May has a little surprise coming,” Anne said, heading toward the living room.
           
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“Put those tears away, Gertrude. I’ll take care of this,” said Mrs. Carlton Crumpton. “But Mrs. C…”“Never you mind. That rotter thinks he can toy with your affections and marry someone else? We’ll see about that. We’re going over to a cocktail party there tonight. We’ll fix that slut Maggie’s wagon.” The large woman in a blue and white print dress waddled to the front door. “Thank you,” snuffled Gertrude, the Crumpton housekeeper. The limousine pulled up to the Roberts’ building on Park Avenue. Edda May Crumpton got out, followed by her tall skinny husband, Carlton. Anne Roberts greeted her old friends at the door. John served drinks and Maggie placed plates of tempting hot and cold hors d’oeuvres around the living room. Mrs. Crumpton feigned a choking spell. “I’ll just go in the kitchen for a glass of water,” she said.
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Once in Maggie’s realm, she gestured to her throat and croaked out, “Water!” Maggie filled a glass and handed it to her. After taking  a healthy sip, Edda May turned to the young cook. “I love your cooking, Maggie.”“Thank you,” the young Brit responded. She picked at the bric-a-brac on the pocket of her apron.“Say, why don’t you come cook for me? I don’t have any children. It would be a much nicer job. My kitchen is bigger and I’d pay you fifty per cent more.”Maggie swallowed. She spied John, hiding in the pantry and motioned him to stay where he was. “No, thanks, Mrs. Crumpton. That’s very kind of you, but I’m happy here. I love little Penn. He’s not bother at all.”“Are you sure? I bet you could use that extra money.”“Who couldn’t use more money. But I’m not leavin’. Thanks, anyway. More water?”The large woman shook her head and wandered back into the living room. “She’s up to something,” John whispered.
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Edda May sidled up to Anne.
“I don’t want to tell tales out of school, Anne, dear.”Anne Roberts turned her attention to her chubby friend. “Hmm?”“In the kitchen, your maid asked me for a job.”Anne’s eyes widened. “No! Really? Maggie?”
“I didn’t want to say anything, but I thought you should know,” Edda May said, her eyes glowing. “If I were you, I’d fire the bitch.”
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     John knocked on Maggie’s door before opening it. Her small valise was on the bed. “Should I take this apron? Me mum gave it to me.  Kinda worn, though.” She flipped it over, perusing each side. “Stained a bit, too.”     John put his hand over hers. “Stop, Maggie. You don’t have to leave. You’re not fired.”     “No? Just humiliated, then. Good reason to go.” She continued to pack her few possessions.      “They know we’re doin’ it.”     “How would you feel if we were married?”     “Married? You marry me? Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free?”     “I’ve never been a fan of that phrase,” he said. “What happened to you? You’re too young to be so bitter?”     “None of your business. Now, please move. I’ve got a lot to do. Don’t suppose I can get a reference.” She shook her head, then laughed once. “I can see it now. ‘Cooks real good and shags the butler.’”       “Stop it!” He grabbed her, forcing her into his embrace. She shuddered, then broke down.      “I’m ruined. Ruined back home. Now ruined here, too,” she sobbed into his chest.     John stroked her back. “Now, now. It’s not as black as you’re paintin’.”     She quieted down but stayed in his arms.      “Marry me, Maggie. I’m insane over you. Please. Never met a girl like you.”     “You’re just sayin’ that. Did the Mister tell ya to?”     “Okay, he did say it might be a good idea. Pave the way with the Missus a bit.”     She pushed away from him.      “See? It’s not real.”      John dropped to one knee. “I’m savin’ up for a ring, darlin’. Marry me, Maggie. I love you with all my heart.”     “Get up, John. You’ll be ruinin’ your pants.”     He rose and took her hand. When she wouldn’t look at him, he tipped her chin up.     “Say you don’t love me, sweetheart, and I’ll help you find a new place.”     She cast her gaze to the floor. “What difference does it make what I feel?”     “Say it!”     She shifted her weight, her eyes still focused on her feet.      “Say it!” He gave her a little shake.      “No.”     “You can’t say it because it isn’t true.”     “So I love you. So what?”     “Marry me and make me the happiest man in New York City.”     She laughed.  “You’re such a charmer, John Eldridge.”     “You will, then?”     “If you really want me to.”     “I do, my girl, I do.”      Her eyes watered as she lifted them to meet his.       “You won’t regret it,” he whispered.     “I’d better not!”
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FANTASTIC M/F HOCKEY ROMANCE SERIES BY V. L. LOCEY!A bit ...

FANTASTIC M/F HOCKEY ROMANCE SERIES BY V. L. LOCEY!

A bit about the book: Venom defensive coach Dot "The Shadow" West has made a nice life for herself. She's found a new position on an up-and-coming women's professional hockey team, her daughter is thriving, she gets along well with her fellow coaches and her players admire and respect her. She's proud to have accomplished so much by herself. Everything is running smoothly in her life with no help from anyone, thank you very much.
Sadly, there's one annoying glitch in Dot's new life, and it's in the form of good-looking Theo Grier, former Wildcat goalie and co-host of a controversial sports talk radio show based in Philadelphia, home of the Venom. When Dot loses her cool and calls in to spar with Theo on the air her structured and solitary existence takes a sudden unexpected turn. Before she can hip check the smug fool out of her life she somehow ends up working with him on a new talk radio sports program.
Can she defend her heart against the unwanted feelings Theo is stirring up? Or will she continue to guard herself, and her past decisions, against the offensive moves being made by the ex-goalie? The only man to ignite her passions - and ire - in years? Excerpt:
"Security lets you down here?" I asked. "I'm an old 'Cat. They love me down here," he informed me. I walked past him and began to pull on a mitten. "I thought maybe we could grab a cup of coffee and discuss the show next Monday." That made me pause for a scant moment but just for a moment. I kept walking and dressing. Theo caught up to me with ease. His legs were as long as a thoroughbred's. "Did you hear me?""Yes, I heard you. I then chose to ignore you." I wrapped a red and black scarf around my neck, nodded at Eddie the security guard stationed by the staff/players entrance, and then stepped out into a freezing cold Philadelphia night. "You plan on treating me this coldly forever?" Theo asked as I slid past him. If he thought holding the door open for me would chill me out, he was sorely mistaken. "Probably," I said with my eyes locked on my blue Honda Pilot. "My grandmother always said that the best way to deal with a wart was to freeze it.""Ouch," Theo chuckled while keeping up with my pace easily. Each breath out clouded in front of my face. "I hope I'm just a finger wart and not an anal wart.""Oh, you're an anal wart. One of the biggest ones that I have ever had the misfortune to encounter," I parried as my Honda got closer and closer. Theo jumped ahead of me to bar my path. I gave him a lethal glare. He smiled and held out his hand. I eyed it warily as if it were an asp ready to strike."Coach West, I think we need to start over," Theo said as his hand hung in the cold air. I raised my eyes from his big hand to his face. Then I gave him a strong "Please spare me" look. The man didn't have the sense to stop trying to be sexy. A gust right off an iceberg howled around the Houseman, lifting Theo's white scarf high into the air behind him. "It's a pleasure to meet you in person, Coach West. I'm Theo Grier, ex-goalie and world's largest walking anal wart."I snorted and glanced up at the LED parking lot light wobbling overhead."Could that have been a smile I saw on 'The Shadow's' face?" Theo asked. I rolled my eyes then shook my head. "It was a tiny sneeze.""Right, a sneeze," he said with just a hint of skepticism. "Maybe you should shake my hand so you can get out of this nasty cold weather. A hot cup of coffee at the Black Boar Bar & Grill might be just what you need to help thaw out, Coach West.""For your information, Mr. Grier, I do not need to thaw out. I'm quite comfortable, toasty warm, hot even," I replied keeping my arms crossed over my chest."Yes, that you are," Theo said in a vibrating voice that had dropped just a smidgeon. There was something about his voice, the way he held himself, and that damned large hand of his still waiting for mine that made me feel a trifle too warm inside my coat. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Grier." I pushed around him. "How about honesty then," he said and then planted his massive self in front of me once again."You're persistent, I'll give you that," I sighed. "When I see something I want, I go after it.""And you want me?" I asked."Yeah, I want you to shake my hand and join me for coffee," he countered smoothly. I studied his face then with a huff extended my hand, all toasty warm in my mitten, to him. His fingers curled around mine, making my hand glow like a red coal in a fire pit. We shook slowly, one could have said sensuously, but handshakes with mittens blocking the skin-to-skin can't be sensual, can they?

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