Stealing Third by Marta Brown
Publication date: July 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
For Emily, going to camp, the summer before college starts, means leaving her feuding parents alone for the next eight weeks, and coming back to divorce papers is a risk she can’t take.
But no matter how many meddling phone calls, questionable hair decisions, and possibly illegal hookups she plans, her parents still march her off to Camp Champ totally against her will.
No matter. A few broken rules, and Em will be home free. That is, until she learns Tyler Ford, her baseball coach father’s star player and her drunken party hookup, is at camp, too.
For Tyler, summer is the onramp to the biggest decision of his life: med school or major leagues. Mega hot, possibly underage Emily? A complication he does not need.
But as the summer heats up with strikeouts and stolen bases will Tyler and Emily hit a home run and get what they’re after? Or will they both be thrown a curveball…in the game of love?
But no matter how many meddling phone calls, questionable hair decisions, and possibly illegal hookups she plans, her parents still march her off to Camp Champ totally against her will.
No matter. A few broken rules, and Em will be home free. That is, until she learns Tyler Ford, her baseball coach father’s star player and her drunken party hookup, is at camp, too.
For Tyler, summer is the onramp to the biggest decision of his life: med school or major leagues. Mega hot, possibly underage Emily? A complication he does not need.
But as the summer heats up with strikeouts and stolen bases will Tyler and Emily hit a home run and get what they’re after? Or will they both be thrown a curveball…in the game of love?
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Excerpt :
Emily
“Emily,
there you are,” Jenny says, walking into the cabin, the screen door banging
closed behind her. I fold the letter to Kat and slip it back in the box before
shoving it under my bed again. “What are you up to?”
“Just
got back from the batting cages. You?”
Jenny
smiles. “I went up to the baseball field with some of the girls after getting
done with crew.”
“Watching
the boys?” I ask, despite already knowing the answer. It’s her favorite daily
activity.
“Just
one in particular,” she squeals, causing me to wince as she bounces across the
room, still in her spandex from practice, and sits down at the end of my bed.
I
push further back against my pillows to put some distance between us and roll
my eyes. This isn’t a hard one to guess either. If ogling Todd were a sport,
she could have earned a first place ribbon last summer.
“Let
me guess, you were checking out T—”
“Tyler,”
she finishes, cutting me off.
My
breath catches. My Tyler?
She
must read confusion on my face because she clarifies. “You know, the counselor
from cabin four—the one with the crazy kissable lips.”
Yep.
That’s the one.
A
nerve in my neck pinches. “Yeah…I know exactly who you mean.” Considering his
crazy kissable lips is all I’ve thought about for days.
“Anyway,
I came to grab a blanket and some sunscreen and I’m headed back up to the
field. Some of the guys are about to have a pickup game.” Jenny pushes off my
bed, grabs her beach bag and starts to head out the back door before stopping
and tossing me a look over her shoulder. “Btw—you can come if you want.”
A
pickup game? With Tyler?
I
smile, knowing the invitation is superficial, but I could care less.
I
hop off my bed, throw on my tennis shoes and grab a hair tie. I’ve avoided him
for long enough. If it’s games Tyler wants to play, at least this one I know
the rules to.
“Oh,
great,” she deadpans. “You’re coming.”
I
sweep my hair into a ponytail and grab my lucky baseball hat.
“Nope.
I’m playing.”
Tyler
The
baseball field is dusty and hot, and it’s exactly where I want to be.
Between
job shadowing Doc, thinking about Emily in that teeny tiny bikini—which I
completely shouldn’t be—and the pressure of choosing between medicine and
baseball bearing down on me like the mid-afternoon sun, I’d almost forgotten
how excited I was to spend the summer at a camp dedicated to sports.
“All
right, guys, I know it’s just a pickup game, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t
going to play like it’s the bottom of the ninth in the seventh game of the
World Series.” Mark, one of the other counselors who plays ball claps his
hands. The whistle hanging around his neck and the clipboard tucked under his
arm reminds me of Coach. “Am I right?”
“Right,”
the team echoes in unison before scattering to our various positions.
Grabbing
the rim of my baseball hat and tugging it down low to block the sun from my
eyes, I pump my fist into the hollow cup of my well worn glove and settle in at
shortstop.
“Let’s
do this,” I call, and then proceed to choke on the cheek full of sunflower
seeds in my mouth at the sight of Emily walking out of the other team’s
dugout—in something way hotter than a tiny bikini.
A
baseball jersey.
Shooting
me a wink, she bends down, grabs a helmet, and slips it on before approaching
homeplate. She kicks in her toes, drawing up dust as she grips the bat and
readies herself for the pitch.
Damn,
she looks hot. And by the slack jawed faces of my teammates, and frankly, her
team, too, I’m not alone in my thinking. Maybe that’s why Mark gives her a nice
easy pitch right down the middle.
She
hits a hard and fast line drive right between me and the second baseman, and
before I can even scramble for the ball, she’s on first and smiling at me.
I
shake my head. Of course she plays baseball—why wouldn’t she? She is the
coach’s daughter after all.
But
staring at Emily standing on first base, tying her jersey into a high knot and
revealing her toned stomach, I’m starting to get the feeling she’s playing with
a whole different set of rules. Ones I’m pretty sure her dad didn’t teach her.
AUTHOR BIO
Marta Brown grew up in the Pacific Northwest and was a teenager when Doc Martens, Pearl Jam and flannel were the norm and Dylan loved Kelly forever. (Beverly Hills 90210 shout out)
She still lives just outside Seattle, now with her husband and cat, and loves the rain.
When she’s not writing about cute boys, first kisses and the magic and wonder of being seventeen, she’s watching The CW. And she sleeps in. Late.
She still lives just outside Seattle, now with her husband and cat, and loves the rain.
When she’s not writing about cute boys, first kisses and the magic and wonder of being seventeen, she’s watching The CW. And she sleeps in. Late.
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