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The Boys of Summer are back!,
This review is from: Curveball (Richmond Rogues, Book 2) (Mass Market Paperback)
I may be a man, and not just a man, but an alligator man, covered in green, leathery scales with a jawful of sharp, pointed teeth, but even I like to play ball with the latest Kate Angell summer romance, imagining the sunny, breezy world of above-ground dwellers and its attractive young couples playing their intricate mating games which usually involve a lot of flirting and very little slashing teeth in bloody contests of male dominance.
"Curveball" continues the Boys of Summer series detailing the lives and loves of the Richmond Rogues professional ballplayers. In this second installment, the Richmond Rogue's "Bat Pack"--the trio made up of catcher "Chaser" Tallan, right fielder "Psycho" McMillan, and third baseman "Romeo" Bellisaro--get into heat with both their own team and the press, resulting in a 13-game suspension and some very hefty fines. If someone tried to suspend or fine me I would bite his head off; we alligator men believe in settling differences the old-fashioned way.
The Bat Pack's punishment doesn't curb their badboy ways, however, but three spirited, independent women, sports columnist Emerson Kent, interior decorator Keely Douglas, and Chaser's childhood friend Jen Reid, just may. What follows is a fun, engaging romp as these three different women capture the hearts of their three boys, in the process bringing out three fully realized men who are sympathetic and compassionate beneath their macho exteriors. The only thing underneath my scaly exterior is the instinctive urge to bite moving objects and the utter despair of a tortured heart that wants only the briefest of connections with another living thing... before eating it.
"Curveball" is the perfect summer read, combining sports, romance and comedy in a well-written package that abounds with humor and feeling. Is it any coincidence that Kate Angell shares the same surname as Roger Angell, famed baseball writer and editor? Yes, even us sewer dwellers sometimes read The New Yorker. And yes, it probably is just a coincidence. But it won't be any coincidence when you pick up Kate Angell's latest book, assuming you have fingers more dexterous than my reptilian claws, and enter the sporting world of a triple-play romance that leads into a ninth-inning rally of the heart that also sometimes throws at you a, dare I say it, curveball.
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Initial post: May 28, 2007 1:43:11 PM PDT
Kate Angell says:
Loved this review - reviewer has an incredible sense of humor. And a marvelous way with words!
In reply to an earlier post on May 29, 2007 3:02:53 AM PDT
I am very honored, Kate Angell, that you would read and respond so positively to my humble review. I am doubly appreciative as it is no easy task to type with claws.
In fact, having a human respond to me in any way other than being filled with sheer terror and running away shrieking is so new to me, and touches my cold-blooded reptillian heart with such feeling, that I may be crying. Yes! I feel wetness on my scaly cheeks!
No, sorry. Those were just crocodile tears. If I ever saw you in person, I would probably still eat you... but not before thanking you for your books and asking for an autograph.
In reply to an earlier post on Jan 4, 2012 6:19:24 PM PST
Roxanne Wueste says:
Your reviews are the best! I scrolled through them and belly laughed most of the way.
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