Rounding the Bases

From USA Today author MJ Fields, comes a small town, marriage of convenience, standalone sports romance. This steamy romance will make you blush, everywhere.

Whitley

When Pope left our hometown, my life changed. When he came back he saw his nemesis’ ring on my finger, I knew he was going to be angry, but people change, right?

When he found out I had a little girl he demanded I call things off with Kal. He says he refuses to let a man like him raise his child.

I told him she wasn’t his, but he still won’t back down.

Pope

The last thing I expected when I finally came home was to find out my best friend was a single mother to a four-year-old little beauty. Especially since that best friend asked me to rid her of her virtue before I left to play in the minors, nearly five years ago.

She says she’s not mine, but I know she belongs to me.

They say all is fair in love and baseball, but when secrets are revealed and truths are finally told, will he fight for a love he never expected or the game he was born to play?

From USA Today best-selling author MJ Fields, comes a brand new, grumpy sunshine, close proximity, standalone, steamy baseball romance

About Stealing Second

Cecilia

Fresh out of college, I stumbled into the opportunity of a lifetime. My favorite professor had a friend who was looking to retire and sell his animal clinic. With a lot of help and a giant push from my sister and her husband, I made an offer. I’m now the proud owner of Wags Veterinary Clinic in Trenton, New Jersey.

Life is good. I have a home with a beautifully landscaped lawn, a business that I love, and an amazing tribe of friends who encourage me to put myself out there. Truth be told, I prefer animals over most people. I’m happy with the occasional girls’ night in and catching a glimpse of the hot neighbor, who I undeniably fantasize about—often.

Those fantasies, however, come to a dramatic end when I see him walking his new puppy on my property and not cleaning up its mess—twice. There’s nothing hot about a man who doesn’t take care of his shhh—or his dog’s. Nothing.

Fantasy ruined.

Roman

Who gets a second chance at playing professional baseball after turning it down once before? This guy. I thought it was too good to be true, but my family encouraged me to take the opportunity and see what would happen. That’s exactly what I did, with zero expectations.

When I got the call that I was being pulled up from the minors to the majors, it was no longer an opportunity; it was a reality. Adjustments had to be made. I was going to be calling Trenton, New Jersey, home for a while; therefore, my minor-league lifestyle had to change. No more cleat chasers or hookups. I had to focus.

The problem with this is, my focus is on the hot redhead next door, and she … well, she can’t stand me.

If I’ve learned anything in the past couple of years, it’s that baseball is magic. It’s not in the game itself; it’s in the lessons about endless opportunities.

Right now, I’m on first, just waiting for the opportunity to steal second.

An Enemies to Lovers, Arranged Marriage, Small Town Second Chance, Sports Romance.

Leland Locke is everything I always knew he would be.

Professional baseball player and F-boy extraordinaire, Locke’s the kind of man that no woman would ever give up a chance to call him theirs, even if for one night.

He’s just that good, and I hate that about him.

On the first day of my sophomore year of high school, I saw her and knew she was it.

That same night, I broke up with my girlfriend, Shelby Shutter, and Gwendolyn York became my girl, and I became her player. We were best friends and each other’s first everything.

She’s the last girl I loved, and I’m still the guy she hates.

Now, she and her partner are on a case involving my neighbor, and I will not stop until I get the answer to the one question I still have: how did we manage to mess up something as good as us?

Jillian

My whole life, I’ve been a planner. Every aspiration I’ve ever had was on a spreadsheet, chart, or graph that flowed from one step to the next, all leading to my goal. I, Jillian Hart, younger sister of two professional athletes, would be the first in my family to hold a Doctorate.

After graduating with honors in both of my majors, I was sure I’d soar to the top of all the acceptance lists of my dream colleges. When I received my first acceptance letter to Montana University, my safety school, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. I was wrong. I’d been waitlisted at the two universities I wanted the most.

Feeling a quarter-life crisis closing in, I felt the need to have a focus. So, I decided I was going to conduct a little research project of my own.

My thesis is built around the need to understand why so many girls I grew up with —who chased a boy instead of dreams— are happier than me.

My hypothesis: it’s sex, not love.

Set on proving I’m right, I now have a new goal to achieve, and my crisis will be averted.

Step one: lose my V-card in the name of research.

Nour

My batting average was one of the top in our league in the minors; since moving to the majors, it’s drastically declined.

No matter how many times I’ve tried to approach it logically, all things point to the fact I’m not getting any action off the field. Don’t get me wrong; I could have so much I’d drown in it, but I’ve read the cautionary tales of men in my position and do not plan on adding my name to a chapter in that book.

The answer: FlingShot, a hookup app.

It’s all fun and games until someone ends up catching feels.