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It’s release day for Screwball by Linda Morris!! I am so excited that this fantastic contemporary romance! Check out the except she’s sharing with us and the fantastic giveaway!!




About Screwball:

Passion dominates the diamond in the second novel in this fun and flirty baseball romance

series by the author of High Heat. Paul

Dudley, president of the Plainview Thrashers, is spinning out of control. Preserving his family’s baseball

legacy in these tough times takes everything he’s got, and constant clashes with his father have left him

struggling for authority over the team and even his own future. So when sports reporter Willow Bourne,

a one-night-stand from a year ago, walks back into his life, he knows he can’t give into his feelings for

her—no matter how strong they are. Willow never expected to see Paul again, and she’s got her reasons

for keeping her distance. Except the more time she spends around Paul, the harder it is to hide her

secrets—or stop herself from falling head over heels. As the sparks between them fly, Paul discovers

what Willow has been concealing from him, leaving him with a difficult choice—keep the team his top

priority or make his own legacy by following his heart…

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Exclusive Excerpt:

Willow is down on her luck. She’s recently lost her job and boyfriend all in one go. Her friend Kendra

takes her to a club in St. Pete, Florida, to cheer her up:

“Come on. My treat.” Kendra squeezed her hand. “You need a pick-me-up.”

“Not sure a twelve-dollar cocktail is going to solve my problems, but thanks for the thought.”

“Come on, hon. Give yourself a chance to cheer up.” Kendra led the way through the crowd.

The two women got plenty of looks as they moved through the nightclub. Usually, leers from guys she

didn’t know creeped Willow out, but not tonight. Tonight, they were a boost to her badly battered ego.

They entered a long hallway with large leather-lined booths separated by wispy white curtains. Crimson

velvet wallpaper lit with colored lights made for a trippy effect.

“We’re in the booth at the end,” Kendra said.

The two slid into the booth and Willow scanned the drink menu. “Ten bucks for something called a

Sazerac?” She couldn’t afford this place. Not that she could afford any place, considering that she had

lost her job and was living on savings, unemployment checks, and an occasional assist from her parents.

Whee! She was twenty-five and on top of the world.

“Don’t get it. It tastes like lighter fluid with sugar in it.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Duly noted.”

A loud yell from the booth across the hall caught her attention. A raucous group of guys, young and

mostly good-looking, was flirting with their waitress. Without meaning to, Willow caught the gaze of one

of the guys: Quiet. A little older than the rest. An island of intensity amid the liquored-up party people.

He has nice eyes.

She didn’t want to notice anything about a guy right now, but his eyes asked to be admired. They were

equal parts gray and blue, bearing an expression she recognized because her face had worn it so often

recently. The stranger wore the look of someone trying to hide something—but what? Sadness? No,

more like discontent. He wasn’t doing a very good job of it.

She ordered a beer and drank half of it before she had the courage to let her eyes wander in the man’s

direction again.

He was still watching her.

Her stomach tightened, but she couldn’t have said whether from excitement or unease. She raised a

brow, determined not to look away this time. His lips curved, and the sight took her breath away. He

didn’t smile easily, she could tell. It looked like a reluctant one at best, but it lightened the shadow in his


The easy feeling lasted until he rose and walked toward her. Her pulse erupted.

Get ahold of yourself. He’s a guy in a bar. What’s he going to do to you?

He walked right up, never glancing at Kendra, only at her.


“Hi.” Her voice came out calmer than she felt, thank God.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

A standard line she’d heard a hundred times. So why did it send a shiver of anticipation down the back

of her neck when he said it?

She gestured to her beer. “Got one already.”

“I see.” He nodded, not letting that half-quirk of a smile disappear. “Then, in that case, I have no choice

but to ask you to dance.”


Linda Morris Bio:

LindaMorris_photoLinda Morris is a writer of contemporary romance, including High Heat, the first book in the Hard

Hitters series; Melting the Millionaire’s Heart; The Mason Dixon Line; and Nice Work If You Can Get It.

She writes stories with heart and heat, along with a joke or two thrown in. Her years of Cubs fandom

prove she has a soft spot for a lost cause.




Twitter: @LDMorrisWriter


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