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Varsity Rulebreaker
(The Varsity Series Book 3)
by Ginger Scott
Cover Designer: Ginger Scott
Blurb
Hollis Taylor is allowed to break the rules. She’s coach’s little girl. And she’s good. If that means she gets to bump one of the guys for the starting catcher’s job on the Public High baseball team, then the others on the squad better suck it up and deal.
But breaking rules has taken Cannon Jennings far in life. One of the nation’s top pitching prospects, he came here to throw to his cousin and show college recruiters everything he could do on the mound. Taking his signs from a girl was not part of his blueprint, especially one that screwed over his favorite relative and best friend.
Too bad he broke the biggest rule of all before he knew exactly who she was.
It was just a New Year’s kiss. Totally forgettable. Especially under the circumstances.
So why can’t he stop thinking about it?
This is book 3 in The Varsity Series by Ginger Scott. You can start this series of stand-alone mature YA sports romances now with Varsity Heartbreaker and Varsity Tiebreaker.
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“Well?” I lift a brow.
His stare is decisive. No more blinking lashes to lull me into submission.
I’m being dissected solely by the dominant glow of his swimming-pool blue
eyes. His nose is pink from being out in today’s sun and reflective clouds.
His wet hair is drying right before my eyes into touchable waves that I
imagine in my fingers. I’m thankful my arms are crossed to hide them because
I can feel them twitch.
“Fine.”
I flinch at his sudden answer, most of me prepared for him to bail on this
little wager. By the way he rounds the table and motions with his hand for
me to step back, I start to tremble at the knees. Cue ball palmed in his
left hand, stick grasped in his right, he steps into the space between me
and the table and comes close enough that I can feel the warmth of the
breath he exhales from his nose.
“Pardon,” he says, and I step back several feet to lean against a pub
table.
Cannon positions the ball a little off-center then dabs one more dusting of
chalk on the end of his cue, blowing the dust away while he looks at me, his
eyes focusing away from the tip of the stick and onto my gaze. His mouth
quirks on one side, and it’s in that small look that I know I’m done. I’m so
fucking screwed.
He lunges over the table in a smooth pivot, bringing the stick back slowly
and getting the feel of the slide before letting it rip, knocking the balls
in all directions and quickly sinking one of each—a solid and a stripe. His
eyes on the center of the table, he rounds it, his tongue sticking out the
way Michael Jordan’s always did when he was deciding whether to put the game
away with a dunk or a little fadeaway from the top of the key.
“You got a preference?” he asks.
“I…well…” I stumble on my words, his sudden confidence really nailing me to
the floor.
He chuckles then bends down, lining up a shot at a solid.
“It’s alright,” he says, quickly leaning his head to one side to glance up
at me and wink. “It won’t matter.”
And it doesn’t. He proceeds to sink his initial target, and then every other
solid ball on the table, sometimes two at a time. I’m half expecting him to
drain the eight-ball without even looking. He has to work at it a little,
though, what with so many of my balls still on the table and in his way. He
calls the side pocket and when the ball falls in easily, I breathe out
heavily enough to flap my lips, then I drop my stick.
“Two out of three?” I scrunch my lips up with my pathetic attempt to regain
my edge.
“You think it will matter?” He lays his stick on the table and saunters
toward me.
My nervous knee begins to twitch, and I find myself rocking where I stand to
try to keep my legs busy and my blood flowing. Cannon stops about a foot
away from me, and he looks down at the floor as he slips his hands into the
pockets of his jeans. I draw in his scent, letting it numb my nerves like
the venom of a scorpion. I got sloppy, arrogant even. And that trust I felt
so sure of is waning a little now that he’s calling in his bet. I gave him a
free pass to surprise me, to ask something of me or dare me or…that’s the
thing. It’s the unknown. I did that. I did that!
My hands balled into fists at my sides, I roll my shoulders back and lift my
chin, determined not to let my worry shine through.
“Bet’s a bet,” I say, shaking my head with tight lips. I had no idea I was
going up against a pool shark.
“That it is,” he says, glancing up while keeping his head low. The way he
peers at me through the strands of his hair that now shadow his eyes is both
ominous and so freaking enticing.
“Five a.m. Saint Peters Gulch. Tomorrow.” He leans in and for a moment I
think he’s going to kiss me, but instead he pauses while forward on his
toes. “I’ll let you know what you owe there and then.”
I swallow and he sees it, his eyes darting to that place on my neck that
betrays my bravado.
“Fine,” I gurgle out.
He laughs lightly and falls back to give me some space.
“Relax, Hollis. I’m sure you’ll be able to handle it.” With one last wink,
he brings his hands from his pockets and claps them a few times to remove
any leftover chalk. I force myself not to look over my shoulder as he
leaves, and I keep that promise to myself, spending the next twenty minutes
playing out the rest of the balls on our table and realizing I never even
had a chance.
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About the Author
Ginger Scott is an Amazon-bestselling and Goodreads Choice Award-nominated author of several young and new adult romances, including Waiting on the Sidelines, Going Long, Blindness, How We Deal With Gravity, This Is Falling, You and Everything After, The Girl I Was Before, Wild Reckless, Wicked Restless, In Your Dreams, The Hard Count, Hold My Breath, and A Boy Like You.
A sucker for a good romance, Ginger’s other passion is sports, and she often blends the two in her stories. (She’s also a sucker for a hot quarterback, catcher, pitcher, point guard…the list goes on.) Ginger has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
When she's not writing, the odds are high that she's somewhere near a baseball diamond, either watching her son field pop flies like Bryce Harper or cheering on her favorite baseball team, the Arizona Diamondbacks. Ginger lives in Arizona and is married to her college sweetheart whom she met at ASU (fork 'em, Devils).
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