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Wild Pitch

  • Oct 16, 2024
  • 2 min read

โšพ๏ธ ๐”ผ๐•โ„‚๐”ผโ„โ„™๐•‹ โ„๐”ผ๐•๐”ผ๐”ธ๐•ƒ โšพ๏ธ

๐‘พ๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐‘ท๐’Š๐’•๐’„๐’‰ (๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’š๐’•๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐‘ญ๐’–๐’“๐’š ๐‘บ๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’” ๐‘ฉ๐’๐’๐’Œ 1) by C.L. Rose releases next week! Check out this sneak peek!



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Excerpt:

I walk up the steps and ring the doorbell, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my Daytona Fury sweatpants while I wait. Shifting from one foot to the other, nerves suddenly wash over me as I hear her approach. The subsequent groan coming from the other side of the door tells me that sheโ€™s looking through the peephole. I wink, just in case, right before it inches open and she peeks out.

โ€œIโ€™m not interested in any Girl Scout cookies today, but thanks,โ€ she says, barely able to open her eyes. Even when sheโ€™s half asleep, sheโ€™s still a goddamn smart-ass.

โ€œNo cookies, sweetheart,โ€ I reply. โ€œBut I have a nice, big sausage if youโ€™re hungry.โ€

She scoffs. โ€œYouโ€™re disgusting. Why are you here?โ€

โ€œFirst of all, youโ€™re lucky I donโ€™t remind you exactly how not disgusting you thought I was when I was balls deep inside you,โ€ I say smugly. โ€œSecondly, I need to talk to you. Can I come in?โ€

โ€œIf I let you in, do you swear to get whatever this is over with and leave me alone?โ€

โ€œYes. Girl Scoutsโ€™ honor,โ€ I promise, holding up two fingers as if Iโ€™m pledging an oath. โ€œFive minutes of your time. Then Iโ€™ll never bug you again.โ€ Thatโ€™s a boldfaced lie, but whatever. Maybe Iโ€™m an asshole, but I get joy out of driving Monroe crazy. Itโ€™s easy and sheโ€™s cute when sheโ€™s mad.

โ€œFine.โ€



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