Hard to Catch (The Beasts of Baseball – Book Three)

This is the third sexy STANDALONE novel in Bestselling Author Alice Ward’s brand new sports romance series, The Beasts of Baseball.

I couldn’t imagine anything worse than being traded from the Mets — until the day I’m traded to the Beasts. Now I’m catching for Calvin Malone, their star pitcher. Star pretty boy. Star pain in my ass. The tension between us is thick. All over a girl. Whitney. The woman I deserve. Not him.

If that’s not bad enough, I learn that my reputation as an adrenaline junkie, a daredevil, a risk taker has landed me a babysitter during spring training. I have to admit… Katrina Delaney is hot. Not only is she damn fine to look at, she’s the daughter of a baseball legend. And mysterious. She’s hiding something beneath that social media perfection. But what? I want to find out.

NOTE: The Beasts of Baseball series follows the sexy exploits of the players on the baseball team The Beasts, and the women they love. Each book can be read as a standalone and features a heart twisting HEA with No Cliffhanger.

Reviews

Wow what a read. Gripping, hot, steamy. All Alice’s books are well written and keep you wanting more. The story got me emotional in places, and I just had to read it to find out it love happens in the end. Did she get her man in the end? Buy the book to find out, you won’t be disappointed.

Pat - Goodreads

I admit, I read this book first, so not in series order. This was a great story. Hard working female lead, fighting to keep everything had and get what she wanted. Hot athletic men! Male lead took charge of his life and never turned back to regret a thing. You gotta read this book to find out how these to fight to stay apart, but fall together.

AmyM - Amazon

Excerpt

“Higher!”

The buzz of the airplane’s engine sounded in my ears while the instructor, Hans, gave me the thumbs up. I shook my head and grinned. Not nearly high enough yet.

I sucked on the oxygen bottle, taking in what my lungs desperately craved as we made the climb past the eighteen thousand feet range my instructor had done his best to convince me was my “sweet spot.”

I wanted more.

Needed more.

My play time in the sky was going to last over a minute and a half, pushing two minutes if they’d let me. Not enough, but I’d take any moment of freedom I could get.

“We’re reaching twenty thousand feet,” Hans yelled in my direction.

The door of the plane was open, my parachute packed and tested by myself. This wasn’t my first rodeo. I wanted to go higher. “Twenty-five.”

Hans grinned, but shook his head, then looked toward the pilot and nodded. “You ready?”

I was born ready.

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