Grand Slam by Heidi McLaughlin


Win the game. Lose your heart.

Everyone knows who I am and that I could have any female fan I want. That’s supposed to be the “perk” of playing left field for the Boston Renegades. But I don’t want just any woman; I want her.

She should be just another face in the crowd, but I can’t stop thinking about the one night we spent together-and her look of regret the morning after.

Because Saylor Blackwell is the kind of woman who haunts a man. Smart, sexy as hell, and one of the best managers in the business. She’s every ballplayer’s dream woman. And I’d do anything to make things right with her.

I’m done sitting on the bench when it comes to Saylor Blackwell. Time to swing for the fences.


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I can’t get enough of Heidi’s Boys of Summer series and I think Travis’ story is the best yet.

Travis has always been the goof ball, practical joker and manwhore of the Renegades. He’s known to be with woman after woman and his past is now called into play when he is accused of something he would never do.

Saylor is Travis’ PR and can also help set everything straight with what really happened. But Saylor can’t step forward because she has too much on the line… her job and her daughter.

Saylor believes that Travis is innocent, and Travis has a lot to prove to Saylor too. Now that Travis’ friends are starting to settle down, he can see himself doing the same but with only one woman. Now he needs to prove to Saylor he can be all that she and her daughter needs, no matter what everyone else around him says.

This book takes a look at the underbelly side of professional sports and always being in the spotlight. Just how much does a person have to give up and how the people around them are affected. Although the subject is a little darker and more serious, the book still has it’s lighter moments. Such a great series!

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Whenever I wake up with a hangover, I often ask myself why I drank so much and promise that I’ll never do it again. That promise is something I’ve been breaking for the past few days, and up until now, I didn’t care.

I had hoped the booze would muddy my memory of last night, but it hasn’t. Every word she said, every expression she had, every punch to my chest to get me out of her apartment is crystal clear. I fucked up, and I don’t even know how. All I know is that the sobs I heard on the other side of Saylor’s door last night were enough to sober my stupid ass up.

For hours, I sat against her door, until a resident suggested I leave or they were going to call the police. If I hadn’t been arrested ear- lier, I probably would have encouraged them to dial Boston’s Finest. Another man might understand my plight. The woman that I want to be with kicked me out of her house, and while I probably deserved it, I didn’t want to leave until she stopped crying. I didn’t want to be the one to walk away in her time of need.

But as egos go—and believe me, mine is huge—I couldn’t let it get in the way any longer, so I walked my drunk ass back home with my tail between my legs, only to stay up all night while the booze wore off, knowing that I had to live with whatever I’d done to Saylor.

She’s the last person in the world who I want to hurt, and she’s the one person who can save me. Not only from a life behind bars, but from myself. When I’m with her, I’m a different person. The cocky son of a bitch whom everyone is used to doesn’t exist when she’s near me, and frankly, that is the man I like, or at least I used to. It’s easier being a fucking douche. It’s second nature to me and comes with the territory of being named one of the city’s most eligible bachelors.


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