The Pitch Slap


Author(s): Kris Butler 
Series: Beauty and the Cleats
Book Number: 1
Release Date: 31st Dec 2023
This is a standalone book.
The average rating for this book is 4.45 out of 5

Trigger Warning Abuse - Alcohol Use Trigger Warning Homophobia Trigger Warning Medical Trauma
Genre Contemporary Kink Anal Kink Dirty Talk Kink DP Kink DVP Kink Exhibitionism Kink Group Sex Kink Phone Sex Kink Praise Kink Toys Kink Voyeurism Burn Medium Heat Level 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 - Steamy on page scenes and language Build Medium Build Harem Size Small Harem (3 or 4) Trope Damsel in Distress Trope Forced Proximity Trope Found Family Trope Friends to Lovers Trope Second Chance Trope Single Parent Trope Sunshine/Grump POV 1st Person POV POV Multiple POV Age FMC in their 20s Tense Past Store Availability Kindle Unlimited Store Availability Paperback Sports Baseball Mental Health ADHD Mental Health Anxiety Babies, Pregnancy or Children Bi-Awakening Cinnamon Roll Fluffy/Light Foursome HEA Humorous Insta-Lust Jealous/Possessive MMC LGBTQIA+ Character MM Quirky RomCom Threesome
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Is it better to swing and miss or never get up to bat?

Growing up a baseball princess had taught me a few things:

• One, the only truly scary thing about ball players was their superstitions.

• Second, baseball always came first. It was their one true love.

• And third, never take your eye off the ball, or you just might get pitch-slapped.

The past three years I’d been licking my wounds in Greece after I ran away from my wedding, and somehow forgot all three.

Too bad the baseball gods weren’t as forgetful.

Lured back home by my brother with the perfect job opportunity to photograph the YellowJackets baseball team, and I had no clue I’d step up to bat before even entering the stadium.

And the pitches just kept coming.

Strike one—a plane-night stand ghosting after being stranded in a storm.

Strike two—a grumpy ex who coincidentally was my brother’s best friend.

Ball—a mistaken text with two players saved me from striking out completely, especially when it turned into a sexy exploration.

But there was no doubt I had a full count and only one swing away from striking out.

My first mistake was taking my eye off the ball; the second was believing I’d ever come before baseball. But most grievous of all, learning that the scariest thing about ball players wasn’t their superstitions…
No, it was falling in love with them.



Notes

Standalone within an interconnected series. There is a prequel. 

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