About The Book:
Title: Game Changer
Author: Collette West
Release Date: July 25, 2014
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Young, rich, and unaware of how seriously hot he is, Brooks Davison is tearing it up as the latest shortstop for the New York Kings, despite his tendency to blush whenever girls scream his name.When a health scare forces his best friend, Kyle Roberts, off the team, no one can stomach the thought of replacing him, especially so close to the playoffs.
Until Kyle's sister, Sasha, steps in, convincing management to let her take his place. The idea of signing the first female player in Major League history proves too tempting for the Kings to resist.
Nevertheless, Brooks doesn't want any part of it. Sasha is Kyle's little sister, not some sideshow.
Yet when Kyle takes a turn for the worse, Brooks promises to do everything in his power to help Sasha win a championship for him. Because there's no way he's letting either of them down. Not now, not ever.
Excerpt:
Lenore, my hair-and-makeup guru-turned-confidante, is putting the finishing touches on my pre-game face, something she recently started doing once we hit the playoffs and the nationally broadcast television schedule. My eyes are puffy from crying all night, but Lenore's a pro, making it appear like I had eight full hours of beauty rest."I don't know how you're coping with all of this," she says, bending down to give me a squeeze. "I really don't."
"I'm kind of afraid that it’s all going to be over after tonight because I don't know what I'm going to focus on after this." I bite my lip, careful not to smudge my carefully applied lip color.
"That tall drink of water from Oklahoma isn’t enough for you?" She jibes me. "I'll be more than happy to take him off your hands, free of charge."
I giggle, knowing how much she adores Brooks. "He's been my rock through all of this. You know that." I swivel around in my chair to face her. "But if we lose Kyle..." I take a shuddering breath and close my eyes, willing myself to say what I fear the most. "It's not going to be the same between us, Lenore. Every time he looks at me, he's going to be reminded of him. It's going to get to the point where it'll become too painful for him to be around me."
"Is that what you think?" She tips up my chin, her eyes brimming with kindness. "Honey, that boy loves you—really and truly loves you. Do you think he’ll be able to survive losing you too?"
I shake my head, knowing she's right.
"He's not going anywhere," Lenore proclaims, dabbing an errant tear away before it rolls through my mascara-coated lashes. "Brooks is—"
"Brooks is what?"
"Speak of the devil!" Lenore whirls around, shaking her finger at Brooks, who is standing in the doorway. "You shouldn't be in here trespassing. These are Miss Sasha's private quarters—no boys allowed."
"I think I'm an exception to the rule, wouldn't you say?" He pats Lenore on the back while looking down at me, concern etched across his handsome face. "At least, just this once."
"Hmmm. I suppose I can give you two a minute." She rolls her eyes at him.
"No pressure or anything," he retorts.
She takes the opportunity to swat his butt as she walks by, making him jump. "You could bounce a quarter off that ass. My Lord, I think I'm having a hot flash." She starts to fan herself before closing the door behind her, giving us some privacy.
"I'm kind of afraid that it’s all going to be over after tonight because I don't know what I'm going to focus on after this." I bite my lip, careful not to smudge my carefully applied lip color.
"That tall drink of water from Oklahoma isn’t enough for you?" She jibes me. "I'll be more than happy to take him off your hands, free of charge."
I giggle, knowing how much she adores Brooks. "He's been my rock through all of this. You know that." I swivel around in my chair to face her. "But if we lose Kyle..." I take a shuddering breath and close my eyes, willing myself to say what I fear the most. "It's not going to be the same between us, Lenore. Every time he looks at me, he's going to be reminded of him. It's going to get to the point where it'll become too painful for him to be around me."
"Is that what you think?" She tips up my chin, her eyes brimming with kindness. "Honey, that boy loves you—really and truly loves you. Do you think he’ll be able to survive losing you too?"
I shake my head, knowing she's right.
"He's not going anywhere," Lenore proclaims, dabbing an errant tear away before it rolls through my mascara-coated lashes. "Brooks is—"
"Brooks is what?"
"Speak of the devil!" Lenore whirls around, shaking her finger at Brooks, who is standing in the doorway. "You shouldn't be in here trespassing. These are Miss Sasha's private quarters—no boys allowed."
"I think I'm an exception to the rule, wouldn't you say?" He pats Lenore on the back while looking down at me, concern etched across his handsome face. "At least, just this once."
"Hmmm. I suppose I can give you two a minute." She rolls her eyes at him.
"No pressure or anything," he retorts.
She takes the opportunity to swat his butt as she walks by, making him jump. "You could bounce a quarter off that ass. My Lord, I think I'm having a hot flash." She starts to fan herself before closing the door behind her, giving us some privacy.
About The Author:
Collette West grew up as somewhat of a jock-nerd hybrid. Entering the world three weeks premature, her dad nearly missed her birth because he had seats behind the dugout for a sold-out, highly-anticipated match-up between two of baseball's biggest rivals. Not to be outdone, her book-loving mom taught her how to read by the time she was three. A love of the game coupled with an appreciation for the written word were instilled in Collette's impressionable brain from a young age. No wonder her characters believe in the philosophy: sports + romance = a little slice of heaven.Splitting her time between the Pocono Mountains and Manhattan, Collette indulges her inner fangirl by going to as many games as she can from hockey to baseball and downloading every sports romance novel in existence onto her iPad. When she's not clicking away on her laptop, she enjoys walking her dog in Central Park, satisfying her caffeine craving at the Starbucks on Broadway and keeping an eye out for Mr. Right. But above all, she loves dishing with her readers. Email her at collette_west@yahoo.com
She is the author of NIGHT GAMES and GAME CHANGER.
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