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The Game Changer A San Francisco Rockets Baseball Novel Hot Streak Series Book 1 Aurora Paige 2 Full Chapter
The Game Changer A San Francisco Rockets Baseball Novel Hot Streak Series Book 1 Aurora Paige 2 Full Chapter
Blurb:
Celine
Being a sports psychologist for pro baseball is my dream.
There’s nothing I love more than working for the Chicago
Angels helping players that need someone to get their mind in
focus and back on track.
The minute the Angels pick up playboy superstar Alaric King
as their first baseman, I knew he’ll be trouble: hot, charming,
and irresistible. Getting involved with an athlete is already a
bad idea, but getting involved with a player that’s also your
therapy patient? Absolutely forbidden.
I work hard to be where I am, and I’m not going to let my
dream career shatter to be with a heartbreaker—no matter how
tempting he is. Am I strong enough to not let him into my
heart?
Alaric
Ever since my rival purposely threw a baseball at my head, my
game has been off and I end up being traded to the Chicago
Angels. My plan is to show my face at mandated therapy
sessions so I can get back on the plate. What I didn’t plan is to
be blown away by Dr. Celine Pineda: intelligent, successful,
and sexy as hell. She’s only here to help me fix my swing, but
what I didn’t intend is for her to fix my heart.
I knew that we couldn’t be together. Being with her could cost
both our careers, but I didn’t care. I am going to risk it all, but
would she?
1
CELINE
I knew I had crossed the line the minute Celine’s face fell.
She’d stood there shocked and speechless. I would do
anything to erase the fear in her eyes. What I told her came
out of my mouth so naturally because it was true. I could spot
Celine and hear her in any crowd—she was all I cared about
and everything around her became unimportant to me.
The trainer interrupted Celine and I when he came into the
locker room to check on me and urge me back to the dugout. I
wanted to stop her from leaving, but I didn’t. It wasn’t the time
or place for me to tell Celine how I felt about her. I didn’t
know her that well—hell, I didn’t know her at all. But she
knew more about me from the last two sessions than I ever let
another therapist or woman learn about. Other than a career in
the major league, there was little I ever wanted in life. Now, I
found something else I had to have. Her.
I returned back to the game against the Titans, but I
couldn’t focus. All I thought about was how Celine reacted
and left so quickly. She wanted to run away from me. I tried so
hard to get my shit together and use the techniques I learned
from therapy but struck out. I didn’t want to get benched or
have the Angels trade me again. I’d lose a chance at Celine
and my career altogether.
Time dragged as we played inning after inning. It was the
bottom of the ninth inning, one man on base, two outs, and we
were tied. I was next at the bat and stepped up at the plate.
Talk about being under pressure. I took a deep breath and got
into position. My eyes narrowed in at the pitcher, waiting for
him to throw the ball. My heart rate was speeding up. Focus
Alaric. I tried to remember what Celine had taught me but her
walking away was too prominent in my mind. He threw the
ball, and I stepped back, flinching. I cursed under my breath.
Damnit.
“Strike!” the gruff voice of the umpire yelled out.
Back at the plate, I got into my stance. The pitcher threw
the ball and I swung.
“Strike!” The umpire called out.
I let out a heavy breath. Argh! One more pitch. I needed to
get a hit. Just me and the pitcher. No one else but me and the
pitcher…and the ball.
Getting into position, I waited for a second, then the
pitcher threw the ball. My eyes intensely watched the fast ball
coming in my direction, timing my swing. I gripped the bat
tightly and swung.
“You’re out!” the husky man screamed out from behind.
“Fuck!” I grunted and threw my bat.
We went into the tenth inning and scored two runs,
winning the game. The Angels would’ve won even if I wasn’t
playing. I was useless to the team until I could get over my
fucking issues. The team headed back to the locker room after
the game to clean up and go home.
“Hey Alaric,” the Angels’ outfielder, Jake Delaney, said,
grabbing my attention.
I looked up at him as I tied my shoe.
“Some of us are going to Zion Bar and Lounge after. Hang
out with us. It’s just the single guys tonight.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, sure,” I said huskily and nodded.
“Alright.” Jake grinned.
We all finished getting ready and headed to Zion. It was a
busy Friday night but a few of the guys and I found seats at the
bar. People recognized us as soon as we walked into the
modern and swanky lounge. Beautiful women swarmed
around us, flirting and trying to hang out with the players. I
just wanted to drink some beers and go home. I wasn’t paying
any attention to any woman here—all I thought of was Celine
and how much I wanted her.
“Dude, Alaric. You need to relax. The women here want
you,” one of my teammates said.
“I think Alaric has a thing for the therapist. I don’t blame
him—Celine’s hot. I bet she hypnotized him during therapy,”
another teammate jibed in.
I rolled my eyes and chuckled. The guys knew that Celine
was the team’s therapist, and they all wanted to reconsider
how they viewed mental health.
I drank a huge gulp of the cold blonde ale, listening to the
guys talk about baseball, the latest sports news, and about
Celine.
“I’m feeling a little mentally exhausted. Maybe I should
make an appointment,” Jake mentioned.
I nodded, understanding him. “I think everyone should get
the help they need for peak performance.” I tried to give my
best sales line to get the guys to see mental health differently.
Because of Celine, I was finally giving therapy a chance to
be a better person and baseball player.
“I think staring at her for an hour would make me feel a lot
better. And I’d definitely want to perform, if you know what I
mean.” Jake plastered a sly smirk that I wanted to knock off
his face and while wiggling his eyebrows up and down a
couple times.
I glared at him, my veins pulsating hard like it was going
to beat out of my neck. My blood boiled inside me. One of my
hands curled into a fist. I observed the other guys at the table,
and one of them recognized what was going on—Tucker.
He looked at me, cocking a brow. “You know that you
can’t do anything with her, right? You’ll both lose your jobs.”
he said. “And I don’t know anyone worth that.”
I nodded in agreement, then took a gulp of my beer. I was
already doubting whether or not I felt that way. Sometimes
feeling comfortable behind the plate seemed impossible. Being
with Celine…that was something I could absolutely see
happening.
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CELINE