THE SWEET SPOT
Stephanie Evanovich
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
Mass Market Paperback
Avon Books/Harper Collins
The
amazing Stephanie Evanovich returns with The Sweet Spot, the sizzling story of
everyone’s favorite couple from her New York Times bestseller Big Girl Panties:
hunky professional baseball player Chase Walker and his sassy wife Amanda
When pro baseball player Chase Walker first meets Amanda at her restaurant,
it’s love at first sight. While Amanda can’t help noticing the superstar with
the Greek-god-build, he doesn’t have a chance of getting to first—or any
other—base with her. A successful entrepreneur who’s built her business from
scratch, Amanda doesn’t need a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. And a
curvy girl who likes to cook and eat isn’t interested in being around the
catty, stick-thin herd of females chasing Chase and his teammates.
But Chase isn’t about to strike out. A man who isn’t interested in playing the
field, he’s a monogamist who wants an independent woman like Amanda. His hopes
rally when she discovers that squeaky-clean Chase has a few sexy and very
secret pre-game rituals that turn the smart, headstrong businesswoman on—and
into his number one fan.
Then a tabloid discovers the truth and turns their spanking good fun into a
late- night punch-line. Is Amanda ready to let loose and swing for the fences?
Or will the pressure of Chase’s stardom force them to call it quits?
Excerpt:
Excerpt #1
Amanda stomped in through the Cold Creek’s
front door and slammed her purse on the bar with a loud thud. Eric and Nicole were going through the beer
cooler’s inventory in preparation to stock up from the basement whatever they
would need for the evening. Eric was a
lanky blonde blue eyed surfer boy who had been accepted to Harvard, but opted
for Bartending School instead when he realized how late he liked
to sleep. All his savings and vacation
time were spent in search of the perfect curl.
In between budgeting, he felt New Jersey waves were as good as anyplace else, and he
could be close to his family. Nicki was
a free spirited Seaton Hall drop that Amanda had known since high school out
who was trying to break into acting. She
was a petite, vivacious brunette who had a great horror movie victim scream,
but her booking to audition ratio was often disappointing. She did her best to stay optimistic, paying
her dues, as they all called it. Eric
was a few years younger but that didn’t prevent him and Nicki from becoming
fast friends as well as roommates. Although nobody got involved, it was common
knowledge that the two were known to hook up now and again, usually the result
of her not getting the call and his ability to make the best commiserating
cocktail. Amanda didn’t care if they
shined the bar with their butts, as long as they could work together, did it
after closing and cleaned up afterwards.
Eric looked up briefly from his clipboard
and then took a double take as Amanda approached their end of the bar.
“Yikes,” he said, his face scrunching up in
distaste, “Hope that’s not a fashion statement.”
“Bird,” was Amanda’s one word reply as she
proceeded past them.
“Geez, what was that thing eating?” He said,
casting a quick look to his counter-part.
“It’s supposed to be good luck!” Nicki
called out while Amanda began disappearing within the ladies room.
“Not feeling it,” Amanda could be heard
snapping as the door closed behind her.
She walked up to the mirror over the sink to best assess how to clean
the mess up. It had begun to drip
further down, appeared to be soaking into the thick black hair she spent a half
hour blowing dry. She took a deep
breath. This was nothing more than a
problem that needed solving. She had
this. First she took some toilet paper
and tried to scoop as much as she could with one grab. It got the bulk of it, but the parts left
behind were now successfully smeared deeper into her hair and beginning to
clump together. She wet some more tissue
and tried to wash the remainder out, but it started to decompose in her hand
and her hair, leaving bits of it behind and adding to the mix. She took one more handful of tissue and wet
it again but this time left it too soaked.
When she tried to gently squeeze it over the affected hair, the overflow
dripped down her hand and onto the front of her blue silk Jones of New York
blouse, leaving a wet spot directly over the center of her ample right breast.
“Really?” she shook her head in disgust at
her reflection in the mirror. Not only
did she have bird shit and toilet paper remnants in her hair, now she looked
like she was lactating.
She had only managed to make things
worse. Giving the shirt priority, she
tried the hand dryer for it. After a
minute, it dried up the moisture but left a rather large off color stain where
the water had been. It no longer looked
like she was lactating, but merely that she had lactated. The right side of her head was now
crunchy.
Strike two.
Amanda stormed out of the bathroom, back to
the bar where Eric and Nicki were now waiting.
“You can barely notice it,” Nicki said after
staring for a minute.
“Are you kidding?” Eric took the more direct
approach. “It looks like a pterodactyl
flew over her after a chili cook-off.”
Amanda closed her eyes, bit her lip and
began counting. When she reached eight
the phone rang. She quickly fired off
nine and ten out loud and went back near the front door.
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Stephanie Evanovich is a full-fledged
Jersey girl from Asbury Park who began writing fiction while waiting for her
cues during countless community theater projects. She attended New York’s
School of Film and Television and acted in several improvisational troupes and
a few small-budget movies, all in preparation for the greatest job she ever
had, raising her two sons. Now a full-time writer, she’s an avid sports fan who
holds a black belt in tae kwon do.








Thank you so much for hosting THE SWEET SPOT
ReplyDeleteIt was my pleasure, Lisa!
DeleteThanks for the excerpt!
ReplyDeleteIt sounds cute!
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