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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, the first book in the VEGAS HEAT: BASES LOADED series by Lisa Suzanne is coming March 7th!!! Take a peek inside…

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𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Book 1 - March 7) https://geni.us/VHBL1

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 (Book 2 - March 7)https://geni.us/VHBL2

𝐎𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐤 (Book 3 - March 21)https://geni.us/VHBL3

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐝 (Book 4 - April 4) https://geni.us/VHBL4

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐦 (Book 5 - April 18) https://geni.us/VHBL5

What to expect from Vegas Heat: Bases Loaded:

⚾️🎤 Baseball Player/Pop Star

👫 Friends to Lovers

❤️ He Falls First

😈😇 Bad Boy/Good Girl

👩‍❤️‍👨 No Third Act Break-Up

🔐 Rapunzel Vibes

🤫 Secret Relationship

EXCERPT:

I glance around the room unsure of where to go next that Cooper Noah walks up to me.

Cooper. Freaking. Noah.

In all his gorgeous glory.

“Cooper Noah,” he says, and he offers a hand for me to shake. “Are you here to sing?”

I smile and nod. “I’ve been asked to do a song to open for Vail, and I’ll also be singing the national anthem.”

“Incredible. Thanks for being here to support us today.”

I pull on my professional hat—the mask I always wear in public. “I’m so pleased the team asked. I’m happy to be here to cheer for the home team.” I offer another smile, and I’m trying my hardest to appear genuine. I am being genuine, but all these hot baseball players are throwing me off my game a little.

“Are you a local?” he asks, and the small talk is actually making me feel more comfortable.

I nod. “I grew up in Henderson and still have family here, though I’m based out of Los Angeles now. And sometimes New York.” I always say I still have family here, though the truth is they’re cousins I haven’t seen in years.

“My buddy Danny is dying to meet you.”

Danny?

I giggle a little nervously.

Does he mean Danny Brewer? The man who gave me tingles just looking over at him when good ol’ Brooks here has never been able to pulse a single tiny little tingle in me…ever?

“I’d love to meet Danny.”

Cooper turns to head toward the table he got up from when I walked in, and I follow him. Danny’s focused on his card game until Cooper grunts out his last name. “Brewer.”

Danny looks up at Cooper, and then he sets his cards down and stands as his eyes move over to me.

He’s tall—I think I read somewhere that he’s six feet, four inches.

I’m five feet, five inches. He’s nearly an entire foot taller than me, though I’m in four-inch heels to give me a lift. He still towers over me, and my God is he attractive in person.

“I’d like to introduce you to Alexis Bodega,” Cooper says.

Our eyes meet for the first time, and something changes inside me.

A trance holds my eyes up to his as his hand comes up and I politely place mine there. Heat blazes between us at the place where our hands meet, and tingles race up and down my spine and around through my chest.

It’s positively electric.

And the single word that comes to mind is regret.

Regret that I chose to live my life the way I did when I was a mere sixteen years old.

Regret that I’m stuck playing a role that isn’t the one I want to play anymore.

Regret that I have to stand here and pretend like my insides aren’t quivering as I stare at this man I’ve drooled over as I watched him play for the Rockies for a number of years.

Brooks presses his hand a little more firmly into my back as if to remind me of his presence.

I haven’t forgotten. I never forget. I’m not allowed to.

And so I dredge up the skills my father paid a pretty penny for when I snagged my drama degree from New York University—the university my father urged me to attend because it has produced more Academy Award winners than any other university.

“Lovely to meet you,” I say, and my voice seems to snap the trance between us.

The heat cools as I pull my hand back from his.

“And you,” he says quietly. He doesn’t strike me as a quiet kind of guy. Nothing about his presence has ever been quiet, actually. He’s baseball’s bad boy. He’s a partier and a womanizer. He hasn’t been reduced to quiet a day in his life.

I clear my throat a little awkwardly. “Good luck today. I’m a huge fan.”

His brows shoot up in surprise. “Feeling’s mutual.”

“Brewer, you’re up,” Rush grunts from the table where the men were playing cards.

Danny shakes his head a little as he seems to snap himself out of wherever he just went. “Good luck to you out there, too.”

“Thanks,” I murmur as he sits back down.

The spell is broken, but one truth holds firm.

I’d like to see a whole lot more of Danny Brewer.

BLURB:  

I wasn’t looking to change my “bad boy of baseball” reputation. At least not until my dream girl, Pop Princess Alexis Bodega, stepped foot in my clubhouse to sing for the stadium on opening day.

There’s just one problem, and it’s a big one. Her manager is also her boyfriend, and her father is her agent.

She’s kept on a tight leash with her incredibly busy schedule, and I’m at the start of a new baseball season with a new team.

It’s the worst time to explore this attraction with the wrong girl, but that doesn’t stop me from fighting my way backstage at her surprise performance in Vegas and slipping her my number.

I quickly discover that nothing is what it seems where her manager is concerned. The more I learn about America’s Sweetheart, the more I realize what the world knows of her is the carefully crafted façade of her brand…not the woman behind it all. But I’m getting to know the real Alexis, and I’m falling hard and fast for her.

Her father might be the one holding the ball, but I’m in a scoring position, and I won’t let anything stop me from getting the win.

SCORING POSITION is the first book in the VEGAS HEAT: BASES LOADED series. This series must be read in order.

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