When you swing for the fences, you risk it all . . .
Nate
The game is all that matters. It's all that's ever mattered. I've dreamed of wearing a big-league jersey since the first day I grasped a baseball.
Now I'm so close. Playing in the minors has been a blast, but I know I'm ready.
Then Cooper appeared in the tunnel one night after a game.
He's unlike anyone I've ever met - all wild hair and dimples, with a passion for numbers and a heart of gold. Being around him makes me forget all my worries, even when a batting slump threatens everything.
Cooper
My grandmother took me in when I was little. When she died, and I had to tell those named in her will of their inheritances, my world tilted.
Sam, a mechanic who'd helped Grammy with Pop's old car, was on the list. He inherited a car, but I gained so much more, a pair of amazing friends in him and his partner, Miguel.
Then they took me to a baseball game . . .
How can meeting one man make my legs feel like jelly and my heart thump like a helicopter?
The Batter's Box is a slow-burn, nerd / jock mm sports romance where two men following very different roads converge on the path to happiness.
If you like warm, fuzzy romances that make your toes curl, good-natured, snarky banter, and wild-ride emotional rollercoasters with authentic characters you want to know in real life, you'll love this book.
