There’s never been any question in Sean
Tucker’s mind that he’d do whatever it took to make it to the major leagues and
be one of the best pitchers of his time. The day he acknowledged to himself
that he was gay was also the day he vowed to stay in the closet in order to
chase his dreams. The problem is, he never counted on Mason Atley.Sean showed rookie short stop Mason Atley the ropes, both on the field and off. The two forged a friendship which continued as both of them moved through the ranks of the farm system and into the majors. Unfortunately, there’s always been one secret Mason never felt he could share with Sean. Until now.
For seven years, Sean lived with the fact that he loved a man who would never reciprocate. When Mason admits that he’s always known he’s bisexual but has never allowed himself to pursue a relationship with a man, will Sean be able to put aside his reservations about starting a relationship with the friend he’d always assumed was straight? And more importantly, will they be able to find a way to stay together when their careers keep them apart more than they can be together?
Sean and Mason have been friends for years, there for each other at every turn.
Both are major league baseball players and this season throws both men through a ringer. Sean is going through a divorce with a wife who cheated on him. Mason is distraught about his roommate being traded...his roommate who was a little more on the side.
When the two men reconnect after a hometown game, there is something different this time around. Mason is gay and has always had a certain connect to Sean. Being gay in the MLB is not the most common thing, so Mason has stayed in the closet - hiding his true self from almost everyone. Sean knows that Mason is gay and it's never bothered him at all. But as the two men reconnect, there is a new pull, a tension that was never there before...a sexual tension. Could Mason be reading Sean all wrong? What changed?
This book is a great book about friendship, discovery and finding your true self. Sean and Mason are fun and sexy. Can't wait for more!
“Are you saying what I think you are?” I asked, my mind still
holding me back from pushing him back on the couch to give him what he seemed
to be begging for. My fingers tangled through his hair, holding him so his face
was barely an inch away from mine. I feared that, if I let go, the trance would
be broken and I’d never know what it felt to press my body against his.
“Yeah, I think I am.” Throwing caution to the wind, I placed my
hands on his shoulders and shoved him back. His wavy hair felt like silk under
my fingers as I plundered his mouth with a crushing kiss. He moaned as his hips
bucked against mine, just as desperate for release as I felt. A surge of
connection jolted through my body, from my mouth all the way down to my cock,
urging me to claim him. There’d be time for regrets later, but if this was what
Mason wanted, I would be the one to give it to him.
My cock begged to be freed from the confines of my jeans, pleaded
with my hands to reach between our bodies and pull his sweats over his hips,
but I couldn’t. Just like my performance earlier in the day, I allowed someone
else to weasel his way into my mind and I choked.
“Mace, we can’t do this,” I said with more than a trace of
resignation behind the words. “I don’t want you doing something with me because
you think it’ll take my mind off what happened earlier. You deserve better than
that. If you’re really interested in guys, that’s awesome, but I can’t be your
guinea pig. You mean too much to me for me to lose you when you decide you want
to go back to women. I wouldn’t be able to stand being pushed aside because
your tastes change.”
Mason’s face contorted as if he’d eaten something sour. “Dude, you
make it sound like it’s a banquet dinner and I’m going to decide I picked the
wrong entrée! Why can’t life be a buffet? If I’m in the mood for a steak, I’ll
have the steak. If I want the salmon, I’ll grab a piece of that. Life’s short,
and I’ll be damned if I’m going to get to St. Peter and regret never trying
steak. Unfortunately for me, the only cut I’m interested in is you.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I countered. “Let’s
keep going with your ridiculous analogy, because you seem to focus better when
we’re talking about food… what happens when you try the steak, only to decide
that you can’t stand it? What if you realize that what you thought was steak
was closer to a nasty fast-food burger? I don’t want to take that chance.”
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s
life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas,
she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee,
watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete
and glass.
When she was three, her parents received their first call
from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you
aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week,
she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.
Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help
their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured
there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing
they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who
needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?
Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids.
She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked
to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good
book and forget she has somewhere to be.
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