Monday 8 February 2016

**Cover Reveal** SINGLE Stockton Beavers #1 by Collette West

new series

Single (Stockton Beavers, #1)
by Collette West

Release: April 22, 2016
Genres: Sports Romance, Inspirational Romance

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Underdog Luke "Single" Singleton is yearning to make a comeback. After getting hit in the neck with a pitch—an injury that nearly cost him his life—he has one last chance to play for his hometown team, the Stockton Beavers. But his mom has Alzheimer's, and he's all she has to depend on. How can he pursue his career, much less someone special?

Personal care aide Roberta Bennett is done dating baseball players. Having had her share of heartbreak, she heads to Stockton hoping for a fresh start. But after she finds Luke’s mom outside, lost, and alone, she can’t refuse when he hires her on the spot. Unbeknownst to Luke, Roberta is all too familiar with the violent tendencies of the pitcher who hit him.

Now that they’re living under the same roof, the last thing either of them is looking for is a relationship. But it’s not long before they find themselves drawn to each other. And right when Luke is thinking about finally making a change to his single status, a secret from Roberta's past emerges with the power to tear them apart.
The Stockton Beavers
are the Triple A minor league team
of the New York Kings.
Okay, when I was on the Beavers, the guys liked to bust my chops about my never-changing relationship status—which is how I ended up with the nickname, Single. But let's face it, when I was playing, it wasn't easy to get women to look at me—not when I was standing on the field next to all of them, the little scrapper trying to hack it with the big boys. 

I try not to stare, but from behind, I can't help but admire how her tiny waist comes in over her hips. Her body's supple, strong. There's nothing delicate about her. The corner of my mouth turns up. She could probably kick my ass, and I don't know why, but I 
like that.

She tosses me an annoyed glance over her shoulder. "Quit it."


"Haven't you ogled my butt enough for one day?"

My cheeks burn again. So she did catch me checking her out on the field. Crap.

She lifts my arm and bends it at the elbow. It would have to be the arm, the one I couldn't move after David Nichols hit me in the neck with the ball. At first, the docs didn't know if I was partially paralyzed or not. Let's just say it was a scary four and a half days before I finally detected any sign of feeling in it.

I gaze up at her. But does she know that?

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