Here's a snippet from the first book in the series.
DAN ALEXANDER, PITCHER - book 1
His
shifted his weight, put his glass on the bar, and stared at his hands. Not
happening tonight. It wasn’t as if he didn’t enjoy the sex, but she insisted on
staying the night. And the next morning, babbled on and on about her job in
advertising and who was fucking whom, professionally and personally. He didn’t
like her constant complaints, and he hated gossip. Growing up with three older sisters,
he’d had enough gossip by the time he was twelve to last a lifetime.
So,
regardless of her curves and ability to deliver a mind-numbing blow job,
Valerie was growing old.
“Let’s
blow this joint. Get it? Blow?” She laughed at her own joke.
“Yeah,
uh. I get it. But not tonight. I’ve got an early practice tomorrow.”
“You’re
not pitching ’til Monday.”
“I
know. But practice starts tomorrow at nine.”
She
made a face, pulling her mouth down in a most unattractive way. He helped her
on with her coat and shrugged into his leather jacket. Then, he slipped fifty
bucks into her hand.
“I’m
putting you in a taxi.”
“Sometimes
you’re a real dud, you know that?”
“Yeah,
yeah. I’m sorry. Just not happening tonight.” He flagged down a cab and helped
her in. Her mile-high heels almost tripped her up. He wondered how women walked
in those things. And they all wore them. He stood for a moment, watching people
coming and going from The Hideout. The women all looked the same. The men too. He
smiled. Yes, he was dressed like the other guys.
“Buncha
lemmings,” he muttered, as he whistled for another vehicle for himself.
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