With a coach for a father and a pitcher for a brother, Tate Allen has been around baseball her whole life. The main thing she's learned after all these years? Dating a player is never a good idea. If she'd known Grant Navarro was one of her brother's teammates when she first met him, there's no way she would have kissed him. It's Grant's first season with the team, however, and Tate's been so busy with her job as a pediatric ICU nurse that she missed him joining the New York Pinstripes just in time for spring training. Grant didn't know who Tate was either, but now, even though bro code says that his teammate's sister should be off limits, he can't help being drawn to her. Tate's unwillingly drawn to Grant too, and as much as she'd like to avoid him, it's impossible when they have so many friends in common. Would it really be so bad if they broke the rules just this once?
I loved this book so much! I read the whole thing in a single afternoon because I didn't want to put it down. I adored the witty banter between Grant and Tate, and their chemistry was incredible. As much as Tate tried to fight it, she and Grant really were perfect together, and I was rooting for them the whole way.
The secondary characters were also fantastic and added a great deal of depth and humor to the story. My favorite was Tate's adorable niece Harper, who nearly stole the show in her dad's book and was just as much fun here. I also enjoyed Grant and Tate's friend group, particularly frenemies Daphne and Dustin. I couldn't help but wonder if their animosity might be a cover for the fact that they secretly had feelings for each other. Maybe we'll find out in a future book!
I highly recommend "Blushing in the Big Leagues" for all contemporary/sports romance and romantic comedy fans. I can't wait to get my hands on whatever R.S. Grey writes next.
*Review copy provided by the author via Valentine PR. All opinions expressed are my own.
About "Blushing in the Big Leagues"
I have one simple rule: don’t date professional baseball players. There are no exceptions, no workarounds.
“What if—”
No.
“Could he—”
Nuh-uh.
With a brother in the league, I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the downright horrifying. Those guys might seem tantalizing when they’re in uniform down on the field, hitting grand slams in front of a crowd of adoring fans, but I know better. The huge egos? The insane travel schedules? The veritable buffet of female companions? No ma’am. Professional athletes are best handled at a distance, preferably far enough away that their chiseled jawlines blur into oblivion.
Enter Grant Navarro.
He’s the baseball player to end all baseball players. The one I should have marked with a big red X the first moment I laid eyes on him. Only the night we met (and kissed—oops), I didn’t know he was my brother’s newest teammate. Imagine my shock when I realized the sexiest man in Manhattan was officially off limits. Just my luck!
Let the record show that I had every intention of following my rule and staying away from Grant. When he smiled that irresistible smile and those dimples popped, I stood my ground. When he made it very clear he’d love to pick up where we left off the night we met, I said, Hold it right there, partner. When he messaged me all sorts of naughty things on Instagram, I logged out of that app so fast I dented my iPhone screen.
Baseball players are bad, bad, bad.
So tell me why giving in to Grant just for a night, getting one taste of what could be starts to seem not just tempting, but downright mandatory.
Yeah, about that one simple rule…haven’t you heard?
Rules are meant to be broken.
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