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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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.
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.
Please welcome BOTTOM OF THE NINTH author Jami Davenport to Diane’s Book Blog.What is your favorite part of the story, Bottom of the Ninth?
Probably Zeke’s interactions with the kids.
How long did it take you to write B9?
Too long, about 6 months.
If you were stranded on a desert island which of your characters do you want by your side?
Tyler Harris from Forward Passes because not only is he sexy, he’s also very handy.
If you could be best friends with one of your characters, who would it be?
Izzie in Crashing the Net, we’re a lot alike.
What inspired you to write your first book?
I don’t recall. I wrote and illustrated my first book at five years old. I’ve always written, but only for fun. I would have to say that my inspiration to write professionally came from several readers on a fan fiction site about 12 years ago. Some of them are still my readers.
What is your favorite book that you wrote?
Melting Ice
Who or what inspired you to be a writer?
Several people
Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Susan Elizabeth Phillips, her descriptions and characters are the best.
What's your favorite book-turned movie?
Twilight
What is your typical day like?
I go to work at 7 am, get home about 5 pm, get dinner, and write or do writing-related business stuff until about 8 pm, then I watch a few hours of TV. Not very exciting.
How do you overcome writer’s block?
I usually don’t get it, but if I do, I write the main characters’ bio in first person as if they’re writing it after the book ends.
What is your favorite thing about sports romances?
I LOVE sports. I love the sports parts of the books, the team aspect, which becomes my community.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I have a few things in the works. I’m working on my next football book featuring my Native American tight end, Hunter. I’m also planning a new adult series set at a fictional college. The first book will feature Riley from Crashing the Net. Also Brick the goalie’s story is slated for next year.
What book are you reading now?
I just finished Sarina Bowen’s Rookie Moves, and I LOVED it!!!
What do you prefer paperback, hardcover, or ebooks?
Ebooks. I haven’t read a paperback in about 4 years.
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books. You are the reason I continue to write when things get tough and life gets busy. Please don’t hesitate to contact me with questions or comments. I love to hear from you.
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