There’s never been any question in Sean
Tucker’s mind that he’d do whatever it took to make it to the major leagues and
be one of the best pitchers of his time. The day he acknowledged to himself
that he was gay was also the day he vowed to stay in the closet in order to
chase his dreams. The problem is, he never counted on Mason Atley.Sean showed rookie short stop Mason Atley the
ropes, both on the field and off. The two forged a friendship which continued
as both of them moved through the ranks of the farm system and into the majors.
Unfortunately, there’s always been one secret Mason never felt he could share
with Sean. Until now.For seven years, Sean lived with the fact that
he loved a man who would never reciprocate. When Mason admits that he’s always
known he’s bisexual but has never allowed himself to pursue a relationship with
a man, will Sean be able to put aside his reservations about starting a
relationship with the friend he’d always assumed was straight? And more
importantly, will they be able to find a way to stay together when their
careers keep them apart more than they can be together?
Review
****4.5 Stars****
Wild Pitch by Sloan Johnson is the beautiful story of love found between two best friends Sean and Mason.
His whole life Sean has always known who he was, but due to his career as a baseball player, didn't openly admit to the world he was gay. His attraction to his best friend Mason has always been there since they lived together in the early stages of there baseball careers.
Mason has alway kept hidden his true feelings, scared he will push Sean away and loose his friendship. But the love and story that comes from there declaration of love is truly beautiful.
Sloan Johnson has written an amazing love story, the characters are two very strong men, both in the public eye and are scared of how there fellow team mates will see them differently and of public perception. I Love how Sloan included the strength and support of the secondary characters (I won't give anything away).
This book in written in dual POV, I did find it a bit confusing at times and had to flip back to see who's perspective I was reading from, but overall a very enjoyable read
“Are you saying what I think you are?” I asked, my mind still
holding me back from pushing him back on the couch to give him what he seemed
to be begging for. My fingers tangled through his hair, holding him so his face
was barely an inch away from mine. I feared that, if I let go, the trance would
be broken and I’d never know what it felt to press my body against his.
“Yeah, I think I am.” Throwing caution to the wind, I placed my
hands on his shoulders and shoved him back. His wavy hair felt like silk under
my fingers as I plundered his mouth with a crushing kiss. He moaned as his hips
bucked against mine, just as desperate for release as I felt. A surge of
connection jolted through my body, from my mouth all the way down to my cock,
urging me to claim him. There’d be time for regrets later, but if this was what
Mason wanted, I would be the one to give it to him.
My cock begged to be freed from the confines of my jeans, pleaded
with my hands to reach between our bodies and pull his sweats over his hips,
but I couldn’t. Just like my performance earlier in the day, I allowed someone
else to weasel his way into my mind and I choked.
“Mace, we can’t do this,” I said with more than a trace of
resignation behind the words. “I don’t want you doing something with me because
you think it’ll take my mind off what happened earlier. You deserve better than
that. If you’re really interested in guys, that’s awesome, but I can’t be your
guinea pig. You mean too much to me for me to lose you when you decide you want
to go back to women. I wouldn’t be able to stand being pushed aside because
your tastes change.”
Mason’s face contorted as if he’d eaten something sour. “Dude, you
make it sound like it’s a banquet dinner and I’m going to decide I picked the
wrong entrée! Why can’t life be a buffet? If I’m in the mood for a steak, I’ll
have the steak. If I want the salmon, I’ll grab a piece of that. Life’s short,
and I’ll be damned if I’m going to get to St. Peter and regret never trying
steak. Unfortunately for me, the only cut I’m interested in is you.”
“See, that’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I countered. “Let’s
keep going with your ridiculous analogy, because you seem to focus better when
we’re talking about food… what happens when you try the steak, only to decide
that you can’t stand it? What if you realize that what you thought was steak
was closer to a nasty fast-food burger? I don’t want to take that chance.”
Sloan Johnson is a big city girl trapped in a country girl’s
life. While she longs for the hustle and bustle of New York City or Las Vegas,
she hasn’t yet figured out how to sit on the deck with her morning coffee,
watching the deer and wild turkeys in the fields while surrounded by concrete
and glass.
When she was three, her parents received their first call
from the principal asking them to pick her up from school. Apparently, if you
aren’t enrolled, you can’t attend classes, even in Kindergarten. The next week,
she was in preschool and started plotting her first story soon after.
Later in life, her parents needed to do something to help
their socially awkward, uncoordinated child come out of her shell and figured
there was no better place than a bar on Wednesday nights. It’s a good thing
they did because this is where she found her love of reading and writing. Who
needs socialization when you can sit alone in your bedroom with a good book?
Now, Sloan is a tattooed mom with a mohawk and two kids.
She’s been kicked out of the PTA in two school districts and is no longer asked
to help with fundraisers because she’s been known to lose herself with a good
book and forget she has somewhere to be.
No comments:
Post a Comment