EXCERPT REVEAL – Easy Tiger by Ginger Scott!

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𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏) by USA Today bestselling author Ginger Scott releases next week. Check out this sneak peek! 

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What to expect: 

⚾️Baseball Romance

🏘️Small Town 

❤️‍🔥Adversaries to Lovers 

💁🏻‍♀️Stubborn FMC 

🎲Twist on a Bet 

🛏️One Sleeping Bag 

🎯He Falls First 

Excerpt: 

“Alright, rookie. How much is on the table for this little wager?” She pushes a few buttons on the register again, this time counting out the bills in the drawer before zipping them into a deposit bag.

“I put up a hundred, and they put up eighty,” I say, smirking through another drink from my beer.

“Wow, you paid the vig, huh? That confident?”

I tilt my head to the right and pull my lips in as I shrug.

“More like going all in when I want something. Money is money. But making some quality conversation with the coolest girl in Sweetwater? No price tag for that.” I step back, abandoning the rest of my beer and feeling rather pleased with my final shot. I think I may have tilted this entire thing in my favor.

“Tell ya what? Wait for me to lock up this deposit, then I’m off for the night.”

“Yeah?” My eyebrows raise.

“Yeah,” she says through adorable laughter.

My grin stretches as I nod.

She holds up a finger then skips into the back room. I turn around and shove my hands in my pockets as I make wide eyes at my doubters. Roddy’s brow lowers with what looks like skepticism, but the other guys punch each other’s shoulders and cover their mouths.

“Let’s go, rookie,” Renleigh says, suddenly popping up next to me with her hair down and apron long gone. The black work boots she’s wearing add to her tough girl persona, which I’m beginning to think is rooted in some fact.

“You lead the way,” I say, trailing behind her as we head for the table where my teammates are suddenly straightening postures and putting drinks down to appear less like an unruly crew and more like gentlemen.

“That his, Roddy?” Renleigh’s eyes glance toward the pile of cash at the center of the table.

“Yep,” Roddy grunts, his cocky smirk long gone.

“Well then,” Renleigh says, sweeping the cash into one palm as she takes my hand in the other. “You ready to get out of here?”

Her heated stare hits me from over the smooth curve of her shoulder, and I’m not sure what has me mesmerized more—her words or the look in her eyes. Maybe it’s the slight upturn of her top lip. Or the fresh touch of pink she’s put on her cheeks. Or maybe the raspy tone of her voice.

It’s all of it. It’s the whole fucking package.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, snagging the keys and phone I’d left on the table just before she leads me to the exit.

Her hand drops mine the second the door slams shut behind us, and the harsh glow of the afternoon sun warms my face. I stuff my keys and phone into my pocket as I try to keep up with her pace as her feet crunch through the center of the gravel parking lot.

“You live far from here?” I ask, squinting into the sun. The way it lights up the curled tips of her hair as she flings it over one shoulder is almost angelic.

“I don’t. But you’re not coming with me.” She spins and begins walking backward, looking me in the eyes as my steps slow and eventually stop. “It was nice to meet you, though . . . Hunter Redding.”

“Reddick,” I say, somehow picking that out as the thing to respond to. “It’s Hunter Reddick.”

“Right,” she says, pulling a key fob from her pocket and beeping a nearby ragtop Jeep. “Hunter Reddick, the number one draft pick. Enjoy your short stay in Sweetwater.”

She winks before hoisting herself into the driver’s side of the Jeep, and I stare at the taillights like a damn fool way longer than I should.

Blurb:

𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧’𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙥𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣’𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚.

Sweetwater Mavericks players are good for one thing—tips. I’ve been serving the latest crop of minor league ballers to hit my town every spring and summer for the past four years, and while I dream about life away from Sweetwater, I know that I’m tied to my hometown as long as my father needs me. As fun as one-night stands and summer flings are, they never lead anywhere good. Real love doesn’t exist—my mother taught me that.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

Hunter Reddick is the talk of the league. He never backs down from a challenge. Bottom of the ninth, two outs, winning run on third? He’s throwing a fast ball for the win. But when Hunter and his new teammates come into my bar, he makes his move on me, not expecting to get benched. 

Just as he decides to give up, my carefully guarded walls start to break down. Maybe a summer fling isn’t such a bad idea after all. Except Hunter wants more than a summer. He wants falls, and winters, and something real. And he’s set his sights on me. The one girl who can’t give him that.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭.

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