Pitch Please Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (There’s No Crying in Baseball #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: There's No Crying in Baseball Series by Lani Lynn Vale

Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73383 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)

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Pitch Please (There's No Crying in Baseball #1)

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Lani Lynn Vale

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Baseball is life, the rest is just details.
Everyone who’s played the game has heard those words a time or two. But Hancock has heard them his entire life from his parents. His family has lived and breathed baseball even before he started little league.
Hancock “Parts” Peters has a name that inspires grins across many faces, but the moment those faces get their first look at him, those grins slide away.
Hancock is gruff, filterless, and doesn’t give a crap who he offends. He is the only man in baseball who doesn’t care if he gets an endorsement or not. He’s there to play the game. He’s there to win. He’s there because baseball is his life. People think he’s a jerk. And maybe he is. But if that’s how he has to come off to get people to leave him the hell alone so he can play in peace, so be it. The less people he has to worry about offending, the better.
Don’t let the fear of striking out hold you back.
Sway Coffman didn’t mean to rock the boat. She was just there to do her job. Sure, she was a woman in a man’s world. Yes, she beat out several of those men to get the job as head athletic trainer for the professional baseball team, The Texas Lumberjacks. And yeah, she now got hate mail from those men. But she’s good at her job, and she earned the position. What she is not good at, however, is talking to men.
Men seem to see her curvy hips, large breasts and thick thighs and automatically think she is incompetent. Because surely a fat girl couldn’t get the job treating some of the most fit and athletic men in the world, right? Wrong.
This fat girl got the job, and she is proud of it. What else did she get?
The attention of the sexiest bearded man she’d ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on.
It was enough to bring to her down to her knees…in front of that man, the hot and grumpy baseball player, Hancock Peters.
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Chapter 1

Hockey gives me a zamboner.

-Text from Rainie to Sway


Season opener at home

Texas Lumberjacks v. Michigan Marauders

“You’re in my seat,” I said to the beautiful woman. “Get up.”

That beautiful woman, with her long brown hair and her nose stuck in the book she was currently reading, tilted her head up with a startled look that began to tug at my heartstrings before she even opened her pretty mouth.

I couldn’t give in to it, though. She was in my seat. I had to sit there.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, grabbing her bag and scooting over like I’d grabbed her by her hair and physically yanked her out of my spot.

I hadn’t done that, of course. Not that I wouldn’t want to wrap my hand around her luscious, long locks and kiss the fuck out of her startled mouth.

“Parts,” someone called.

I turned to find our starting pitcher, and my best friend, Gentry Green, staring at me like I’d grown a second head.

“What?” I snapped, wondering just what in the hell his problem was.

His mouth twitched, and I sighed.

“What?” I repeated, this time a little friendlier than the time before it.

The chick was fucking with my routine.

I was a superstitious guy. So, sue me.

I had to have my seat.

“I’m sorry,” the woman whispered hastily as she resettled herself way away from her previous seat. “I didn’t know it was taken.”

“That one is taken, too,” I muttered. “Brakes sits there.”

She stood, this time upending her book onto the floor as she did.

I reached down and plucked it out of the spent sunflower seeds, handing it to her as I got a good look at the cover.

“You like baseball?” I asked teasingly, taking in the title of the book, Baseball for Dummies.

She blushed a harsh shade of red, and I immediately felt bad for teasing her.

The next minute, though, she yanked it out of my hand and turned to face forward, not looking back at me again.

Grinning like the shithead I was, I walked over to Gentry, AKA Brakes, and held my hand out for the paint.

“That’s number thirty-nine’s sister.” Gentry said. “The short stop on the other team.”

“Really?” I asked in surprise. “Kid was a fuckin draft pick, right? Golden Glove.”

Gentry nodded, and I swiped two stripes of paint. First under the right eye, second under the left.

Gentry took the paint and followed suit, only he did his left first, then the right.

It was always like that.

Baseball was a superstitious game. It was rare that we ever deviated from our routine.

“Why’s she not their AT, then?” I asked.

Gentry shook his head and tossed the paint down into the stack of shit on the ground underneath his seat.

“Not a fucking clue. Girl’s hot, though. I love that she’s our athletic trainer.”

I agreed with that. One hundred and sixty-nine percent.

She was thick and curvy, in all the right places, and I wanted to wrap my arms around her and kiss the hell out of her.