"I highly recommend A LEAGUE OF HER OWN for all fans of that very magical, super romantic, rivals turn lovers reads. It was perfect in each and every single way, sexy, sensual and packed with one heck of a curve-ball emotional punch! " - Deserè Steenberg, Reviewer
Fresh Fiction Review
"Karen Rock has an enviable talent for creating very real characters with flaws and issues and insecurities just like the best of us. There's no doubt that in short order A LEAGUE OF HER OWN will rein you in and keep you turning pages. Rock... makes sure you are fully invested in this story about people who just want to find a safe place for their heart." - Sandra Wurman, Reviewer
From the Author
A LEAGUE OF HER OWN Excerpt:
Garrett's grumbling teammates filed out of thepre-game meeting, followed by the coaches and Heather's father. Garrett,however, remained in his seat, watching the lithe young woman as she stood bythe door.
At last she turned to him.
"We meet again. Garrett, right?"
He stood and strode to the door. When he stopped,her eyes widened, caution swimming in their depths.
"You mentioned having individual meetings," hesaid, keeping his voice even, hiding the irritation shimmering through him. "Ithought we'd have ours now."
She blinked up at him, and her lips moved. Thoughhe strained to hear, he couldn't make out what she'd said.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that."
A bright pink suffused her cheeks, and he forcedhimself not to notice how pretty the color made her.
"I said that I haven't finished my notes for youyet. I'll watch you pitch tomorrow. We'll meet after that."
He had to give it to her. Soft-spoken or not, shehad a direct way about her. He didn't doubt that she could lead...just notprofessional baseball players. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I'mrequesting to be released from my contract. This isn't the right place for meto advance in my career."
Her mobile face stilled. "And why would that be?"
"Look, I'll be blunt." He tapped his fingers onthe sides of his legs. "This team isn't hustling, and it'll be a long timebefore they come around to supporting you. Things will get worse instead ofbetter. I have a limited window of opportunity to advance. Given these factors,my bottom-line pitching won't look good with a losing team behind me. I'd liketo help you, but selfishly, this is my last shot."
A speculative gleam entered her eyes. "So you'reasking to be released because you think I can't help you reach your goals."
A long breath rushed out of him. She was going tobe reasonable. "That'd be great. Thank you."
She arched an eyebrow. "You're wrong, and I'll beas frank with you as you were with me."
His relief turned to irritation. So she wasn'tgoing to make this easy. He held his tongue and waited to hear her out.
"I think you're overvaluing yourself." She noddedwhen his mouth dropped open.
Guys talked this way to each other. Not women...especiallynot pretty women...to him.
"Your control isn't where it should be, and ifthat's not addressed, you'll also be another reason why this team isn't doingwell. But you have potential, and I can help you."
"Right," he scoffed. What could a softball pitcherdo for him? "No offense, but I need someone with more experience."
She tapped her chin and angled her head, her eyesflashing up at him. "If I can change your mind about that, will you drop yourrequest and give me your support and a hundred percent effort?"
He held in a laugh. Was she for real? There wasn'ta chance she could change his decision. "What do you have in mind?"
She stepped closer, and her subtle citrus scentcurled beneath his nose.
"A contest. If I get more strikes out of twentypitches than you do, you stay. If you have more, then I'll release you."
He stared at her. Processing. She couldn't beserious. Sure, he had control issues, but he was still better than acollege-level player. She was making this easy. But if she was foolish enoughto offer him this out, he'd take it.
They eyed each other for a long, tense momentbefore he jerked his chin at her.