Keeping Carrie blindfolded and in the dark as to his identity suits Major League catcher Jason Holder just fine while he figures out if being a Dom really is his thing. With the media circling like vultures as he works to get his career back on track, the last thing he needs is a sex scandal if things don’t work out.
Just when he’s got it all under control a new kind of scandal from an unexpected source threatens everything, and Jason soon finds out that what you don’t know can hurt you.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryRoz Lee is a USA Today Bestselling author with a solid following and a vibrant online presence.
The gray concrete-block basement walls matched Jason’s mood and amplified the soft whir of the automatic pitching machine. Fuck. Someone else was using the batting cage. Showing up on the team’s day off was tantamount to admitting your hitting sucked, and he had hoped to find the place empty. He briefly considered turning around and leaving before whoever it was saw him. But hell, who was he kidding? His batting average sucked lemons and everyone on the team knew it. If word got out he was taking extra swings, then at least his teammates would know he was trying to fix the problem.
Jason rounded the corner to see the Mustangs third baseman swing at a perfect pitch and miss.
“Morning, Todd,” he said with a wave.
"Hey, Jason, I'll be through in a few."
"No hurry." Jason sat on the bench where he could watch.
Todd took another swing. "Maybe you can help me. Take a look and tell me what you see." He fouled the next ball off. “Man, I’m getting too old for this shit.” Todd tightened his grip on the bat and glared at the pitching machine.
“You’re only what, thirty-five? You still have a few good years in you.”
Todd grunted and connected with another pitch. The ball fouled. “Damn it. What the hell am I doing wrong?”
“You’re dropping your shoulder, getting under the ball too much.”
“Thanks, man.” He took a few more swings, connecting better on each one. “Now see, that’s what I’m talking about. I’ve been struggling for weeks, and no one said a damned thing. Not even Tuley. What’s a batting coach for if he doesn’t coach?”
Jason shrugged. “I don’t know. He hasn’t done a damned thing for me either. I’ve never hit this bad in my life.”
