Lone Stallion
Solo Shift #3
By Nicole Lake
Genre: Shifter Romance
Cover Design: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Release Date: June 20, 2017
Synopsis
Katie:
Baseball players
break your heart. They are designed to break your heart. Especially baseball
players like Jacob Baird. Just drafted, just signed, just started in the minor
leagues. And he works like a horse out on the ball field, although the rumor
mill says that’s not the only reason they call him Horse.
I don’t date
ballplayers because 1, they break your heart, 2, my dad’s the club owner and
that would be awkward, and 3, good luck trying to explain my falcon to a
potential boyfriend, ballplayer or not.
But why is my
falcon so jealous over this guy?
Jacob:
OK, so I fell
for the Falcons welcome-aboard prank: let the new guy hit on the hot brunette
before he finds out she’s the boss’s daughter. Off-limits? Fine, I’ve got no
problem playing the field.
But why is my
stallion set on playing Katie instead of the field?
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Excerpt
Came back with
my hot dog and ate it while Baird met the fans. From where I was, it looked
like he was handling the attention well. Smiling, happy to be there, shaking
hands, signing autographs, seemed to be the approachable type. Fit in real well
with the fans. Folks in Welkerville like to see that in their players—and
Baird seemed to be delivering that. That was a good sign, and I knew Dad would
be happy to hear that. He also didn’t seem to be hitting on any of the women,
which was also a good sign.
I let the fans
have their time with him. Most of them needed to get home, and I didn’t;
besides, I was still working on my hot dog.
Once the crowds
cleared and my hot dog was gone, I came up to him, smile on my face, and I
shook his hand and welcomed him to Welkerville.
And stopped
myself from jumping his bones on the spot.
Yeah, that
surprised me too. It was like The Awkward Years all over again—hormones all
a-fire and everything.
Sure, he had
muscles. Sure, he had that glowing smile. Sure, he was big and brawny. But so
were the other guys, with the possible exception of the smile. Why were my
spidey-senses tingling—no, wait, those were my lady parts. Why were they tingling?
Fortunately for
me, I’ve gotten a lot better at faking normal behavior since The Awkward Years.
Also fortunately
for me, he answered by lifting a line straight out of Bull Durham. At
least, I think he did. The problem with that movie is that it got minor-league
life so right that you’re never sure if you're seeing an
intentional Bull Durham reference or just Life As Usual in The
Minors.
So I just
answered back with another stock cliche while I tried to keep my tongue in my
cheek, or at least in my mouth. While trying to remind myself what an Executive
Assistant to the Owner was supposed to do—oh, yeah, that’s right, introduce
myself.
But before I
could do that, he beamed at me again—oh my God, that smile—and asked, “Are the
stands always this full?”
Good. That was
good. He was talking baseball and the fans. I could talk about that all day
without making a fool of myself.
But then he followed
up with, “Where does everyone go after the game, anyway?”
Part of me said
this was a set-up to a pick-up line. Other parts of me—the tingling parts—were
ecstatic. Fortunately, my Executive Assistant to the Owner side recognized this
was a good time to educate Baird in Welkerville ways. “Home, mostly. Some
of ‘em drive an hour or two to get here, plus most of our fans have cows to
milk or feed, or jobs to go to in the morning. A few of ‘em hit the bars. A lot
of folks hit the Taystee Creem downtown; they’re open late.”
I patted myself
on the back. Very educational response, very responsible, very much not an
open invitation to check out that place behind the stands that’s been a
make-out spot for generations of young Welker County residents, get that image
out of your head, Katherine Joy Casey.
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Meet
the Author
Secret shifter
romance novels. Secret shifter romance novelist.
Wife of an IT
geek—his words, not mine! Mother of two kids, two cats, and two dogs. Incurable
romantic.
What do I want
in my romance stories? Men who aren’t total asses. Women who avoid total
asses—either from experience, or by being smart enough to avoid them in the
first place! Men who survive just fine without a woman. Women who survive just
fine without a man. Men and women smart enough to know the perils of jumping
into love, and brave enough to do it anyway. And of course, a
happily-ever-after!
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