JEAN JOACHIM( Cont.)
MATT JACKSON, CATCHER
JEAN JOACHIM( Cont.)
MATT JACKSON, CATCHER
( BOTTOM OF THE NINTH, BOOK ONE)
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Matt Jackson, clutch hitter, fielder extraordinaire, and team captain, is dynamite on the baseball field, but a loser with women. Or is he? He makes a show of coming on to chicks in bars, but always strikes out. Matt keeps his distance from women. Is he simply an insensitive chauvinist, or a crafty man hiding a secret?
Everything he believes in is challenged the day he walks in on a beautiful woman in the locker room. Dusty, the sharp-tongued spitfire, cuts the all-star pro down to size. Unwilling to accept second-class status, she challenges everything he knows about women.
Does a solo life make living with emotional pain easier? Drawn to the stunning, talented woman, Matt has a long way to go to win her trust. Getting close to Dusty is dangerous. Can he risk his well-protected heart? Matt faces a difficult choice— will he make the right decision?
Review ***** Vicki Locey Wrote: There was something about this couple that grabbed me from the get-go. Matt isn ' t a perfect hero. Oh no, he is far from it. … I always say that when an author has you so involved that you yell or laugh or cry, then the author is doing her / his job and then some. https:// smile. amazon. com / review / R80ULKSU2AB6T
EXCERPT
He opened his cell and dialed the Nighthawk’ s general manager, Barker Garland, known affectionately as Bark.
“ Hey, Bark. There’ s a naked woman in the locker room. What the hell’ s going on?”“ Where are you?”“ In Florida.”“ Must be your camp partner.”“ Dusty Carmichael?” Matt’ s eyebrows rose.“ Yeah. That’ s her.”“ Why the hell didn’ t you tell me she was a girl?”“ I didn’ t think it mattered.”“ Well, it sure as hell mattered when I walked in on her.” Matt didn’ t appreciate the sounds of laughter on the other end.“ It’ s not funny.”“ I guess formal introductions aren’ t necessary, now,”
Bark said, as he burst into another round of laughter.“ Hilarious. I have to work with this woman. She probably thinks I’ m a rapist.”“ Maybe a voyeur, Matt.”“ Like that’ s actually better?”“ You’ ll figure it out. Hey, it’ s Saturday. I’ m going to brunch with the wife. Handle it. Win her over. I know you can.”
Matt put his phone in his back pocket.“ Wonderful.” How the hell was he going to dig his way out of this one?
“ Hey!” A feminine voice captured his attention.
He turned to see the previously-naked woman dressed in a baseball uniform, her luxurious hair tucked under a cap.
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