Title: THIRD BASE
Author: Heidi McLaughlin
Series: The Boys of Summer, #1
On Sale: April 4, 2017
Publisher: Forever
Trade Paperback: $14.99 USD
eBook: $3.99 USD
Ethan Davenport is already Boston's most eligible bachelor. In his second season with the Boston Renegades he has set his eyes on the girl behind the visitors' dugout.
That girl is Daisy Robinson, a journalism student at the University of Boston and a die-hard Renegades fan.
But with new found love comes challenges and Ethan and Daisy have to deal with his crazy schedule, school finals and his presence on her campus for some much needed media training.
For Ethan nothing can come between him and Daisy, until a secret that she's been keeping threatens to destroy them both.
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Review
**4.5 Stars**
Oh man, this book. I love
Heidi McLaughlin and sports books are even better, put the two together and I
was excited to read!
Ethan Davenport is in his
second on the Boston Renegades and he has his eyes on a girl behind the
visitor’s dugout. I loved watching how Ethan was going to get her attention.
After his amazing social media year last year, I was curious about what the
author would get him into during his second year (you learn all about his
amazing social media oops in this book). I don’t think he was fully prepared
for Daisy. But reading their story was fun.
Daisy hasn’t had it easy.
Life hasn’t exactly dealt her the nicest cards but she has made the most out of
her life and lives it to the fullest. Being a fully time student in college she
still finds time to attend all the home games because they are important to
her. What she wasn’t prepared for was meeting and falling for Ethan. There is
only one problem? She has a secret that might tear them apart once he founds
out.
Their
journey was a fun one and I enjoyed reading it. This can be read as a
standalone. You will hurt for them, laugh with them and love with them.
THIRD BASE Excerpt
The Orioles coach calls for a time-out and approaches the mound. This
gives Meyers, our right fielder, the opportunity for us to talk. Actually, it
gives me the ability to stare at the girl that has held my attention all night.
After my home run, I thought I could focus on the game, but each time I came up
to bat or went out to the field, I was looking to see if she was staring… and
she was, which really stroked my ego.
I meet Meyers halfway between the on-deck circle and home plate. Usually,
we’d stand back or talk to the third base coach, but there’s no coming back
from this defeat. When I reach him, I can tell he’s frustrated; we all are.
We’re a far better team than what our record shows. Even though it’s still very
early, our expectations are much higher, and with the road trip coming up, we
have got to get out of this funk, fast… before it’s too late.
“This ump is calling shit.” Meyers kicks the dirt around his feet.
“Has been all night.” On any given night it’s either in your favor or
not. Some umpires come into a game with a chip on their shoulder. They remember everything, and they don’t
let you forget it. They say once the game is over, it’s over. Umpires don’t
feel that way.
“Play ball!” the umpire yells.
Meyers goes back to home plate and settles in for what could be his last
pitch. If he gets on base, I’m up. If he strikes out, my night is over. I rest
my bat on my shoulder and watch - not Meyers, but the girl in the hat. She’s
leaning forward, resting her elbows on the dugout. I had every intention of
finding an usher during the seventh inning but lost my nerve. I don’t know how
that’d be received if our manager was to find out, and short of going into the
stands the second the game is over, I’m running out of options.
It’s a swing and foul ball for Meyers, still giving me hope. The girl
hasn’t moved, and something tells me that she’s focused on me. I should be
focused on the game, but I’m not.
I lean over to the usher who stands by the field and whisper, “There’s a
girl in section sixty-five, row c, seat one. I’d like to talk to her after the
game.”
He nods and says something into his really cool CIA walkie-talkie-type
thing. When I first arrived, I asked if I could play with it. I was told no. It
was a total buzz kill. I asked my agent to get me one, and he told me to grow
up… not one of my finer moments.
Meyers goes down swinging and just like that, the game’s over. We lost
three to eight. I wait for him to walk by before returning to the dugout, but
not without one last look at the girl in row c.
Another usher is walking down the aisle toward her. I climb down the
stairs and pause where she can’t see me. The usher approaches her and talks
wildly with his hands. She looks around, reaches for her bag, and follows him
up the steps. I can only hope she’ll be in the lounge when I get there.
Right now I’m thankful I’m not allowed to give interviews yet because it
means I can shower and get upstairs quicker. The reporters call my name, asking
about my home-run. They know I’m not allowed to speak with them, but they try
anyway. I keep my head down, my classic move after we’ve lost, and rush into
the clubhouse. There will be no after-game meeting; our manager will save that
for tomorrow.
I shower quickly and slip into jeans and a t-shirt. My hair is still wet
and dripping down onto my shirt, but I don’t want my third base girl waiting
too long. I take the back stairs two at a time and enter the lounge. This is
where the wives and girlfriends hang out, and now that I think about it, it’s
probably not the best place to have sent her. It’s like vulture prey in here
for new girlfriends… not that she’s my girlfriend. I just want to know her
name.
As soon as I enter the hallway, I find her sitting outside the door. She
stands up when she hears me coming and keeps her hands behind her back,
watching me closely. I come to a halt in front of her, and all I can see is the
top of her hat. She’s about a foot shorter than me, and I like that.
“I wanted to apologize for giving you the ball.” I keep my hands clasped
to avoid the nervous twitch I have. The last thing I want to do is scare her
away.
“Oh… do you want it back?” Her voice is soft, sweet, and completely
Boston. Hearing her speak makes me feel like I have something to look forward
to, like I’m home.
“What? No, I thought I embarrassed you… It’s just…”
My knees go weak when she looks at me. Her light green eyes are the color
of sea glass, and she has a dimple that compliments her smile. I find myself
wanting to rub my thumb over it so I can feel it.
“You didn’t embarrass me. It was nice.”
“What’s your name?” I ask, needing to know because calling her ‘third
base girl’ or ‘girl in row c’ isn’t going to cut it.
“Daisy.”
Daisy, I repeat in my head so I don’t forget. Daisy… like the flowers
that my mother loves.
“I’m Ethan,” I stupidly tell her but feel like I should introduce myself.
“Wanna get out of here and grab some dinner?”
She eyes me and then the ground, making me wait what feels like an
eternity for her answer.
THE BOYS OF SUMMER SERIES
THIRD BASE, #1
HOME RUN, #2
GRAND SLAM, #3
About Heidi McLaughlinHeidi McLaughlin is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now lives in picturesque Vermont with her husband and two daughters. Also renting space in their home is an over-hyper Beagle/Jack Russell, Buttercup and a Highland West/Mini Schnauzer, Jill.
When
she isn't writing one of the many stories planned for release, you'll find her
sitting courtside during either daughter's basketball games.
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