Virtual Tour - Bottom Of The Ninth By Jami Davenport
Can they conquer their demons and find love,
or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?
BOTTOM OF THE NINTH
Seattle Skookums Baseball
Game on in Seattle #6
Jami Davenport
Released Oct 21st, 2016
This
long-awaited story of the third Wolfe brother introduces the Seattle Skookums
baseball team.
Zeke Wolfe, the man who’s written
off his entire family, rescues a young woman and three children on a stormy
Seattle night. Before he knows it, he has an instant family and a fake fiancé
he’s certain he doesn’t want.
Paisley Madison dreams of having a
real home for herself and her sister's children. When a handsome baseball
player drops into her life, she knows a gift when she sees one and hires
herself as his assistant.
As their business arrangement turns
into something much more personal, Paisley and Zeke's pasts threaten to destroy
their precarious hold on a future together. Can they conquer their demons and
find love, or will they run from their pasts and abandon their future together?
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Excerpt
Seattle.
He’d been
traded to fucking Seattle.
Zeke Wolfe
still couldn’t believe it, even though he’d made a few trips to the rainy city
since the deed had been done, and he’d been wearing the Seattle blue and green
during spring training.
Hell, he
hadn’t come to terms with his new reality even as the Boeing 737 banked a steep
turn to land at Sea-Tac Airport. He caught glimpses of Puget Sound and the
Space Needle through the dark, oppressive clouds hanging over everything,
including his life as of late.
Why did God
hate him so much that he’d done this to him?
Truthfully,
he probably didn’t hate Zeke. More likely, God didn’t know he existed. The big
guy hadn’t been there for Zeke any more than his brothers had. At least he’d
had his sister—until he didn’t have her anymore, either.
Zeke
disembarked, hating the place that was his new home. It was bad enough he’d
been yanked from sunny California to this dark, dreary place where the sun
never shone and mold grew in every crack and crevice, but even worse, his
brothers both lived here and played for Seattle’s professional hockey and
football teams. Maybe God did hate him after all and was laughing his ass off
at this latest cruel twist of fate.
Turning on
his phone, he frowned as message notifications blipped across the screen. Them
again. Why couldn’t they just leave him the hell alone? He’d just changed his
number a month ago. Now he’d have to change it again.
Despite
being irritated, Zeke put on his happy face in case anyone with a trigger
finger on their cell camera happened to recognize him. Grabbing his bag from the
baggage carousel, he found his recently purchased silver Jaguar F-PACE SUV,
parked exactly where Al, his agent, promised it would be. The bastard was
thorough. He’d give him that.
Relaxing
into the plush leather seat, Zeke allowed himself a moment of forced calmness,
then he pulled onto the wet streets. He listened to the GPS as he navigated to
the house his agent had also bought for him in a quiet Seattle neighborhood of
older but upscale homes. Al promised the house boasted views, views, and more
views. Zeke didn’t give a shit about views right now, but he’d kill for
something more substantial than airplane food, along with a blissful night’s
sleep.
He stopped
at a takeout place and grabbed a couple pizzas, before continuing his journey.
The aroma of pepperoni and melted cheese merged with the new-car smell. His
stomach growled, and he pressed harder on the accelerator.
Cutting the
corner as he turned onto a side street, Zeke hit a deep mud puddle,
hydroplaning and throwing water in all directions, including his windshield.
Shit. He
couldn’t see a damn thing.
Slowing, he
noticed a bedraggled woman standing on the sidewalk completely drenched—thanks
to him. The hood of her ancient car was up, and she held the hands of two
equally bedraggled and drenched little kids while a third stood nearby.
Well, crap.
Judging by
their piece-of-shit car piled high with crap, they were probably homeless. He
fully intended to drive on by. They weren’t his problem. At the last minute, he
made the mistake of glancing in their direction. His gaze connected with the
pleading, soulful brown eyes of the woman. She was young, but not too young;
probably his age, yet way too young to have children this old unless she’d had
them when she was just a kid herself.
Despite her
miserable state, she was beautiful, with long blond hair and a cute figure. She
looked like the girl next door, sweet and kind and needy.
Zeke so did
not do needy.
Well, not
too much. At least, not to the point he couldn’t extricate himself without some
messy drama to go along with the neediness.
With a
sigh, Zeke glanced at the time and pulled over. Pizza and sleep would have to
wait a little longer because of his damn pesky conscience.
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