All In (Bridgeport Social Club Series #2)

All In (Bridgeport Social Club Series #2)

by Shelley Shepard Gray


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ISBN-13: 9781538440889
Publisher: Blackstone Publishing
Publication date: 02/12/2019
Series: Bridgeport Social Club Series , #2
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 92,630
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.20(d)

About the Author

Shelley Shepard Gray is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of numerous romantic fiction series and mystery novels, including the Seasons of Sugarcreek series, the Sisters of the Heart series, the Families of Honor series, and others. She is a recipient of RT Book Reviews Reviewers' Choice Award.

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All In: When a player bets everything he's got. Be advised that this can be a risky undertaking. If you lose, there's nothing left.


The shove came out of nowhere, hitting Meredith Hunt hard on her shoulder and knocking her down onto the paved walking path. Feeling both shocked and confused, she threw out her hands in a weak attempt to break her fall. But instead of helping the situation, a sharp, fierce pain reverberated along her right hand. Pebbles tore into her other palm, her knees, and parts of her thighs. She felt dizzy. Stunned. Half in shock.

What the heck had just happened?

Panic overtook her as she realized that whoever had just rammed her to the ground had taken off with her backpack — the backpack that would have been secure on her back with its chest clip had she not been retrieving her water bottle at that exact moment.

Just like that, a dozen images of what was stashed in there flitted through her head. Her wallet. Her phone. Her keys ... Her address. The idea of any of that coming into a stranger's hands was enough to make her jump to her feet.

Well, she would've jumped up — or even simply sat up — if she hadn't been feeling so dizzy.

"Hey. Hey, are you all right?"

Opening one eye, she realized a man was kneeling next to her. He had short black hair, dark eyes, scruff on his cheeks, and a very concerned expression. He was what her best friend in high school would have called "dreamy."

"I think so," she muttered, horrified to realize that she sounded gritty and hoarse. Like she was barely hanging on. Which, unfortunately, pretty much summed up exactly how she felt.

The guy's expression grew more concerned. "I saw some punk push you down. Looks like you hit the ground hard."

Hating that she was still sprawled out in front of him, she stretched a leg experimentally. "I need to get up."

"Hold on. What hurts, darlin'?" he drawled. Though she knew better than to be taken in by a drawl and a cast-off endearment, she relaxed a little. This man was a stranger but he didn't seem dangerous. Just as her conscience started to remind her that good looks and charm really didn't mean anything at all, he reached out to slip a hand under her head. "Is your neck okay?" he asked quietly. "Can you move?"

Thinking that was a good idea, she moved her head, realizing as she did that it was being supported by a very big hand. "I'm all right. I hit my head, but I think my hand got the worst of it."

He shifted and took a knee, which was covered in faded denim. "Just your hand?"

She knew what he was getting at. She was acting a little peaked for someone who had just a cut palm. Thinking of all her students who powered through her classes even when they were struggling or in pain, Meredith tried to get a grip on herself. "Maybe ... I guess I hit the ground kind of hard. I'm a little stunned." Maybe a lot stunned, since she'd just mentally compared the color of his eyes to her favorite dark Ghirardelli chocolate bar.

After studying her a moment longer, he slid his hand out from under her head to her arm. "Ma'am, I'm going to take your elbow, okay? We need to get you sitting up."

Ma'am? She swallowed. Did she really look that old?

"Dad, what are you doing?" a voice called out. "Oh my gosh. Miss Hunt?"

Surprised, Meredith focused on the person just beyond her rescuer. Finn. He was a sophomore at Bridgeport High — one of the kids she helped out when she volunteered in a friend's class once a week. Finn was fifteen, muscular, almost six foot, and a little on the chunky side. He was built like the football player she'd recently learned he was.

However, in spite of all that brawn, there was still a sweetness to him. His face still had a touch of peach fuzz that most underclassmen boys at the school had. He also had dark-brown eyes and dark hair. Pretty much the spitting image of the man who was still kneeling by her side.

"Hey Finn. Fancy seeing you here." Inwardly she winced. Had she really just said that?

Finn blinked, then grinned, like she'd really amused him. The man by her side, the one whose hand was still curved protectively around her elbow, looked confused.

No doubt that was not only because his kid knew her, but also because she'd spouted such an idiotic phrase while lying on the ground. When she noticed that his free hand was hovering in her general direction, that he didn't want to manhandle her without her permission, she tentatively smiled at him.

That was all he needed to wrap that hovering hand around her side. A little above her waist. A little below her breast. Not that she should be noticing anything like that. After all, she was a Pilates instructor. She knew that positioning other people didn't mean anything personal. Usually, it really was just an offer of assistance.

But still, she was aware of his touch as she moved to a sitting position. She breathed deep, hoping to get her bearings. But all she got was a good whiff of him. He smelled like soap and tobacco and peppermint. It shouldn't have been a good combination. Neither should have been his underlying scent — the one that signaled he was all man.

She really needed to get her bearings. Like, immediately.

"You all right?" he murmured.

"Um-hum," she whispered back, though why she was whispering, she didn't really know.

Finn stepped closer and looked down at her. "Miss Hunt?"

She summoned what she hoped was a sunny smile. "I'm going to be just fine."

The man looked from her to the boy in confusion. "I'm guessing y'all know each other."

"I help out in one of his classes," she replied. "Finn, well, he's currently my favorite sophomore."

Blushing, Finley ducked his head as he dropped to one knee next to his dad. "You tell everyone that."

"Maybe. But right now it's true." Looking at his dad, she attempted to act like the situation was normal, even though she was lying on the ground in the middle of the bike trail. "Hi. I'm Meredith Hunt."

"You work at the high school?"

"Work? No, not really. I'm just a volunteer."

"She helps out in Miss Springer's classroom, Dad," Finley explained before turning back to her. "Miss Hunt, are you really gonna be all right? That guy who shoved you was really big."

Still feeling out of sorts, she tried to nod, but was immediately hit with a monster headache. "He grabbed my backpack."

Finn frowned. "I thought that was what he did. Sorry we weren't close enough to grab him."

Even imagining Finn getting tangled up with the man who'd shoved her made her tense up. "I'm glad you weren't any closer! He was kind of big. You could have been hurt. No backpack is worth that."

While Finn looked like he was about to start laughing, his dad looked affronted. "That kid wouldn't have hurt us. But to be honest, I wasn't thinking about your pack."

He'd been thinking about her.

"I wish I'd been more aware of what was going on. My life is in that backpack."

"Like you just said, it's just a backpack," Finn's dad said softly, a thick drawl accentuating every word. "We've also got more important things to worry about."


He smiled sympathetically. "In case you didn't realize it, you're bleeding."

She looked down at her bare legs. In spite of it being January, she'd decided to wear shorts to run. The sun and fifty-degree temperature were too welcome to ignore. But now, seeing the scrapes, she was coming to regret that decision. They did look kind of bad, but there wasn't that much blood. "My knees will be fine."

"I was talking about your hand, Meredith."

To her surprise, he pulled out a worn, soft bandanna from a pocket and pressed it over a cut on her hand. Right then, a slicing sharp pain entered her wound. She sucked in a sharp breath.

Finn's dad curved a palm around her shoulder. "Easy, now. It's deep. You need stitches." Still looking at her hand, he frowned. "It's swelling, too. You might need an X-ray."

Finn pointed to her head. "I think you're gonna have a big bruise on your head, too. You might have a concussion."

Shifting, Meredith looked at her hand in confusion. Blood oozed from her palm. "Gosh. You're right. I guess I better go ..." Her memory returned — as well as the knowledge that everything she'd been carrying had been stolen. "I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't have my license or keys." Or her insurance card. Or any money. Or her phone.


Panicked, she struggled to her feet. "I need to —"

Resting both hands on her arms, Finley's dad held her steady. "Hold on, now," he drawled. "You're gonna hurt yourself."

"You don't understand. My phone was in there with my wallet." Which, for once, was full. And her credit cards.

Crap again!

Oblivious to the minor meltdown she was having in front of them, Finn said, "Dad's right, Miss Hunt. You need to be careful. Sorry, but you look pretty bad."

She felt pretty bad, too. Though she was feeling fuzzy, she had recovered enough to start making sense of the situation. "Do you think that guy might have only taken cash then dropped my bag or something?"

"It's worth a try. Finn, go look up ahead. Maybe go a couple hundred yards or so. What color is the pack, Meredith?"

"Teal blue."

"I'm on it." Finn got to his feet but his attention was still on her. "You gonna be okay?"

Everything inside of her turned to mush. Just mush. In the three weeks since he'd arrived in Bridgeport, Finn Vance had been kind of hard to read.

At first, she'd thought it was simply because he was the new kid. That would be hard for anyone. But then she heard from one of the coaches she worked with that Finn was destined to be a starter on the varsity team in the fall. She'd also heard from her friend Emily that he seemed to be struggling in her class.

She'd also noticed that he never looked all that happy in class, either. Always serious.

That serious attitude, combined with his fake diamond earrings, faded jeans, and collection of black concert T-shirts made him definitely stand out in the school.

But though he also seemed tough, he behaved well and always watched her like he was trying to figure her out. Just last week, when her arms were full of notebooks, and she was having trouble managing them all, he'd helped her carry them to her car.

She'd suspected then what he was proving now. Underneath all those muscles, T-shirts, and attitude was a kid who'd been raised to be something of a gentleman. "Finn, I wish every kid in Bridgeport was like you. Thanks."

The blush that reached the roots of his hair made her smile. When he trotted off, she turned to his father. "I think I can stand up now."

He nodded, but looked at her steadily. And, if she wasn't mistaken, in a completely new way. "Careful, now."

Feeling awkward, she stood up, accepting his hands on her elbow and waist again. Once they were both on their feet, she blinked as she lifted her head another couple of inches to meet his gaze. "Thank you again. And, um, I guess we should probably introduce ourselves a little better. As I said, I'm Meredith Hunt."

"And I'm Ace Vance, Finn's dad."

His voice was serious, gravelly. Meredith thought that it went well with his eyes, which looked like they had seen too much and were ready to take on anyone's burdens. "Thank you for coming to my rescue. I don't know what I would have done if you and Finley hadn't arrived."

His dark eyes turned stormy. "Don't thank me. I haven't done anything yet." Before she could refute that, he visibly scanned her from top to bottom. "We need to get that hand taken care of."

Looking at the bandanna that was slowly getting soaked, she resigned herself that he was right. "I guess I better call the police. Maybe they can help me?" Of course, that was going to be kind of hard to do, since she no longer had a phone. Thinking of all she'd lost, panic set in. "Could I borrow your phone for a minute? Would you mind?" "If you need the cops, I'll call. But give Finn a sec, okay? I think there's a good chance he might find it nearby. Most muggers are only after cash, not backpacks and keys."

Imagining the worst, she said, "I hope that mugger isn't nearby. I'd hate for Finn to get hurt."

"Finn already weighs one eighty. He's played football since he was six. No backpack-stealing punk is going to get the best of him."

Releasing a ragged sigh, she knew he was right. One step at a time. Seeking to take her mind off her misery, she said, "Um, your son is really great." "Thanks."

"No, I'm not just saying that. He helped me carry some equipment to my car the other day. Half the kids I work with wouldn't do something like that. That's how we met."

His eyebrows lowered. "They should be helping you."

"What I'm trying to say is that he's really composed and mature for his age. You should be proud of him, Mr. Vance."

A reluctant smile appeared on his lips. "Thanks. Finn's not much of a student, but he's a good person. At least, I've always thought that. You know, when he's not being a teenager with a chip on his shoulder."

She laughed. "I'd guess half the kids at Bridgeport High have chips on their shoulders, Mr. Vance. My friend Emily says it comes with the territory."

A reluctant smile crossed his features. "Why don't you call me Ace, Meredith? I've never been the type of guy to be called 'mister' anything."

"That's reserved for your father?" she teased.

"Nah, he ain't that kind of man either." Looking bemused, he said, "Now that I think about it, I can't think of a single person to ever call my dad anything but Hank."

Hank. Ace. Finn. Interesting names. Country names. "All right." She smiled slightly, thinking how odd it was that she felt so at ease with a man who looked so different than the majority of the men she knew. He had to be at least ten years older than she was, seemed to favor black as much as his kid, and had earrings in his ears as well. Two tiny silver hoops. One of his arms had a bunch of tattoos, all inked in black.

Startled by the direction of her own thoughts — of the way she wondered when he'd gotten his ears pierced, what he did for a living, and why he was in Bridgeport, she held up her bleeding hand and pretended to be completely fascinated about the way blood was oozing out of her palm."

"It'll be okay," he said in a soothing tone. "I bet you won't even have much of a scar."

She was an adult. She'd taken CPR. She'd had extensive training when she became a certified Pilates trainer. She dealt with clients recovering from injuries on a daily basis. She definitely did not need some unfamiliar man coddling her and murmuring sweet things in her ear.

So why did she kind of feel giddy around him? Why did she feel like he might even be making her feel better?

She turned to stare at the path behind her. Maybe if she stared down the empty path long enough she could suddenly conjure this whole thing to be over.

And then she saw her savior. Again.

"Here comes Finley!" she called out like he was returning from battle. "And he's holding my pack." Relief flooded through her.

Ace looked in that direction as well. When Finn got within speaking distance, Ace grinned. "Good job, kid."

Finn smiled broadly. "It weren't nothing. It was laying on the ground just around the bend. I didn't see the guy who took it, though."

"S'okay. You got her bag," his dad said quietly, in that same soothing tone that sounded so mesmerizing. "That's most important."

Finley nodded before turning to her, then he said, "It was already opened, Miss Hunt. "I didn't open it."

"Of course you didn't." Impulsively, she squeezed his hand with her good one. Before she thought the better of it, she waved her fingers toward the zipper. "Well, go ahead and check it out. What's inside?"

He opened it. "Keys," he said, pulling out her heavy Minnie Mouse key ring. "And your phone."

"That's a relief. Do you see my wallet?"

Ace frowned. "Nope. Sorry."

She was sorry, too, especially since her wallet had all of her vital information in it. Determined to not show the extent of her dismay in front of the teenager, she reached for the pack with her good hand. "Thanks, Finn. That's too bad about my wallet, but at least I can get home now." Already making plans, she said, "I'll cancel my credit cards when I get home. And if I get pulled over for driving without a license, I'll just have to explain to the policeman what happened. He should understand, right?"

Finn was staring at her like she'd grown another head but nodded. "Yeah, maybe."

But Ace frowned. "You need to get to the doctor first before you do anything. And you shouldn't be driving. Not until you get checked out."

"That's sweet advice, but I don't really have a choice." She wasn't going to burden a girlfriend, and her mom lived in Tampa.


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All In (Bridgeport Social Club Series #2) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 8 reviews.
KMorgan73 3 days ago
This book was so good and such a quick read! I was immediately drawn into the story and the lives of the characters. Shelley Shepard Gray has done an amazing job at creating characters that are easy to like and relate to. From the very beginning, this story had my full attention. The situations the characters found themselves in and the way they reacted was all so genuine and realistic. SSG does a great job constructing believable characters in different age ranges and social backgrounds. This makes the story authentic and enjoyable to read. I liked all the characters and enjoyed the natural progression of their relationships. These people felt real to me and it was fun to experience their stories. As always the writing style of this author is excellent. She pulled me right into the lives of these characters and made me feel as if I were right there with them and not just reading words on a page. I can't wait to read more about the people of the Bridgeport Social Club! (One note for readers of this author's other works. This is a contemporary romance and not a clean read. There are some situations and a bit of language in this book that one wouldn't normally find in her books. But that shouldn't stop one from picking up this book as it's a well-written story and an easy read.) I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher and was not required to write a review. All opinions are mine.
DaliCastillo 4 days ago
Hard to Put Down Okay. Let me begin by saying that as I write this review, I find myself in a bit of a conundrum. It comes from my background of experience with author Shelley Shepard Gray’s earlier books. My experience with this author has been through her works in the genres of romance/historical/mystery&suspense mainly involving Amish and Mennonite. They have also been labeled as religious/christian/clean&wholesome. Thus, my conundrum begins. I had to separate & get passed my past experiences with the author’s prior works in order to give my honest thoughts about All In. So, let me just begin by saying that my first challenge was to accept that All In doesn’t fit into a mold that I’ve experienced with the author’s prior works. That being said, it was scary, refreshing and exciting for me to read. Scary in that from the beginning, I could tell this was a different type of story from what I was used to from this author. Refreshing in that from the beginning, I was immediately drawn into the characters, which were different from the other works I’d read by this author. Exciting in that I really wanted to see where the story would go. I was indeed drawn in from the start when Meredith Hunt is mugged and two guardian angels in the form of Ace and Finley Vance, show up just in the nick of time to help her. The problem is that Meredith isn’t used to being helped. She didn’t have the best situations while growing up. The difficult situations in her life and relationships have made her self reliant and hesitant to receive help from anyone. Even in this situation, she found it uncomfortable to have someone, make that two someones, helping her. Ace Vance hasn’t had things so easy either. He’s just moved to Bridgeport to make a better life for his son Finn and to get away from Finn’s mother. His main focus has been to make things better for Finn. The situation with Finn’s mother combined with his focus to make a better life for Finn has kept the whole dating thing off of his radar. And as for Finley Vance, he’s had his share of bad experiences in his young life, most of which stem from his mother’s lack of mothering. At his young age he feels the need to be self reliant but also struggles with things he’s missed out on, as well as the typical challenges faced by teens. The lives of these three become entwined when Meredith’s mugging brings them together. The story has romance, mystery and intrigue. But the largest part of the story revolves around how these three individuals come to terms with their pasts and how they are able to move forward from there to find forgiveness, healing and love. So, I said all that to say this. All In is a clean, wholesome read with a slight contemporiness (is that even a word?) to it. It will take you to a place where you will find just how powerful love, and love’s healing, can be. ***I received a complimentary copy of this book through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
LizD1 6 days ago
All In ( Bridgeport Social Club #2 ) By: Shelley Shepard Gray All In Is book two in Bridgeport Social Club Series. This is not Ms. Gray’s usually Amish story. Ace moves to Bridgeport to offer his son a better life. Meredith is content with her life. She can take care of herself. She has a hard time relying on others. There is attraction between these two, but Ace is not ready to fall in love again. The author ties things together with the poker game, which i wasn’t to fond of. I was given a complimentary copy of this book by NetGalley and the Publisher, but was not told that I had too give a positive review. All opinions are my own.
marongm8 8 days ago
We have the first installment of the Bridgeport Social Club series and it is one of our popular Romance novels that gets circulated among our adult patrons. So, when the next book in the series All In was available as an ARC, I had to jump at the chance. While reading this book, I could not help but think that this will not be your typical love story and it will be more drama than any other romance novel I have read and it definitely delivered. The characters are easily relatable and how they cross in eachothers lives is not what anyone will expect. Even though it is a romance novel, there are some thrilling aspects that just add more drama to the story that really left me on the edge of my seat and I know our readers will definitely enjoy that. A mindbogglingly romance novel that will keep you in anticipation of Book 3. That is why we give this book 5 stars.
ConR 8 days ago
The story of Axe and Meredith is a good one! There is plenty of action, a little mystery, quite a bit of romance and some gritty real life elements. I especially enjoyed the interaction between Axe and his teenage son, Fin. Fans of Shelley who have not read the first Bridgeport Social Club book may not realize that she is aiming for a different audience for these books than the usual "Christian" market. I think she does a good job making the leap in that way. I have to admit that I'm on the edge of my seat now, waiting to get the next book to find out exactly how the story progresses! I was given an advance reader's copy in exchange for an honest review. I was happy to provide a review and these are my own thoughts on the book.
tiggeruoSO 8 days ago
I will say if you are use to reading Shelley's amish books this is not going to be the same style that you may be use to. That being said this book was super fun and really good. This book talks about some deep thing and some light hearted stuff as well. I loved the relationships and how it really takes a community when things go rough. I loved how Meredith its strong and independent but she realizes she need to work on breaking her walls down to let those in. I really also enjoyed how the author has Finn and Ace with these strong names and personalities, but they both have a sensitive side. I just really enjoyed how the author kept the characters simple and completely relatable. This book does have a few curse words but over all this book was a good clean read and completely worth it. I received an advance copy from the publisher via NetGalley. I was under no obligation to post a review and have given my honest opinion
MaureenST 8 days ago
A hard shove brings three hurting souls together, at least in that moment. A father who has finally stepped up and moved his fifteen-year-old son away from his neglectful mother, and a young woman who is making it on her own despite a disapproving mother and an absent father. We follow these three a life’s curves and lessons are thrown their way, and we walk in each of their shoes, and hopefully learn with them. Now this is the second book in this series, but enough information is given that it can be read alone, but I loved that the previous characters are here and play bit parts. There are also offered tips on Pilates and Poker! I received this book through Net Galley and Blackstone Publishing, and was not required to give a positive review
ytcruz 8 days ago
This second book in the series was another well written and thoughtful story. Meredith Hunt is a pilates studio owner. She has not had much love in her life and keeps to herself not because she is aloof , but because she fears that if she gets close to anyone, she could be hurt. Ace Vance, has recently moved to Bridgeport so that his 15 year old son, Finn, can have more opportunities. A son that unbeknown to him, had not been well taken care of by the boys Mom. Vance is a man a little rough around the edges , and one that hides a big heart. Ace, and Meredith meet when someone mugged her. Much to both their surprise , a friendship and relationship starts. But both keep their hearts closed up for fear of not being enough and being hurt. But in holding back, will they miss an opportunity of being truly happy with someone special? It’s a story about friendships, support systems, and families made up not only by blood but also by friends. Also a reminder, that though life is messy, and full of bumpy roads, in taking chances and giving of yourself, it can also be fulfilling and so much brighter. Looking forward to the next book in this series. I was entrusted a copy of this book by Netgalley. The opinions expressed are solely my own.