In the latest Play-by-Play novel from the New York Times bestselling author of Quarterback Draw, a sexy baseball player is done striking out...
Tucker Cassidy is going through a slump—both with his curveball and in his dating life. After having a painful altercation involving his ex-girlfriend’s knee, the professional baseball player is convinced things couldn’t get worse…until a gorgeous doctor comes to the rescue at his most embarrassing moment.
As the daughter of the owner of the St. Louis Rivers major league baseball team, Dr. Aubry Ross has been around jocks all her life. She knows the ins and outs of all their games, and she isn’t interested in playing.
When Tucker repeatedly lands in the hospital where she’s working, Aubry starts to think he’s getting injured just to see her. Tucker is both funny and sexy, and Aubry is pleasantly surprised to discover he actually respects her job.
But when her father disapproves of their relationship, will Tucker let threats of a trade get in the way of a game-changing love?
About the Author
Jaci Burton is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling, award-winning author of over seventy books, including the Play-by-Play series and the Hope series. She was awarded the RT Book Reviews Career Achievement Award in 2012. Jaci lives in Oklahoma with her husband and dogs. Visit her at jaciburton.com.
Lucy Malone is one of the most sought-after voices for erotica narration, counting numerous bestsellers among her titles. AudioFile magazine has said that "her presentation of the . . . scenes conveys excitement, surprise, anticipation, and fulfillment without reservation."
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It was cool, dark and—most importantly—private in Clyde Ross’s wine cellar, which was why Tucker Cassidy had brought Laura, his girlfriend, down here.
She’d had a lot to drink today, and when she drank, she got loud and obnoxious.
She was also pissed at him at the moment.
Laura angry, drunk and loud? Not a good combination, especially not while they were at the house of the owner of the St. Louis Rivers. Clyde Ross was Tucker’s boss, and the last thing he needed was his girlfriend making a scene. He had enough of a bad boy image without Laura making things worse by screaming at him in the middle of Clyde’s very nice, very fancy party. .
“I don’t think there’s anything more to discuss, Tucker, about why you keep dragging your feet about the two of us moving in together.”
Yeah that so wasn’t happening. “We can talk about this when I take you home tonight, Laura.”
He’d brought her to the wine cellar in the hopes of cooling her down. Plus, they were alone here and no one could hear them. Okay, mainly no one could hear Laura, since she was the one who was doing all the talking. Loud talking. She was like a dog with a favorite bone once she got on a topic.
“We’ve been dating two whole months, Tucker. Don’t you think it’s time we make it official?”
It had been the most awful two whole months of his entire life. Okay, maybe not at the beginning. Laura was a knockout. Tall, with long dark hair, curves that just didn’t quit and the best ass he’d ever seen. She was a cocktail waitress and they’d met one night when he’d been having drinks in the bar where she worked. They hit it off right away and had gone out, had a night of hot sex and had started dating. She’d been fun, adventurous, great in the sack and they had a lot in common.
Plus, she liked baseball, and he played for the Rivers. Not that it was a deal breaker if a woman he dated wasn’t a baseball fan, but it didn’t hurt if she was. She’d come to watch him play and she actually knew the game, as opposed to other women he’d dated who claimed to but in fact didn’t know balls from strikes or a curve from a fastball. In his mind, that was a goddamned crime.
But as the weeks progressed, he’d noticed she didn’t hold her liquor well, and when she drank, she was not a fun drunk. She was loud, obnoxious and she insulted his friends. Whenever she allowed him to be around his friends. Which lately wasn’t often because she’d also grown more demanding of his time. Whenever they weren’t together, she wanted to know where he was and how soon he was coming over. In other words, when he wasn’t playing ball, she wanted him with her. Only with her. And she wanted him to account for every minute of his time.
He didn’t need a mother—he had a pretty great one already.
And now the past few times they’d been together she’d thrown down hints about the two of them moving in together. He was so not ready for that.
So now he had to redirect her and calm her down before things got out of hand.
“How about we check out Clyde’s awesome wine collection?”
She pushed at his chest. “I don’t give a shit about Clyde or his wine. I want you to make a commitment to me.”
He sighed and raked his fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to do this here, but she hadn’t left him much of a choice. “That’s not gonna happen. We’ve only been dating two months and I’m not ready to live together.”
She poked at his chest. “You know what? You’re a sonofabitch. I thought we were heading somewhere. You led me to believe—”
He was going to have to stop her there. “I never made promises to you, Laura.”
And now the tears. He’d seen a lot of those lately, too. Especially when she’d been drinking.
“I thought we were in love, Tucker.”
“I never said that, either.”
She broke down then and sobbed.
Well, shit. He walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry my ass. You’re not sorry at all.”
He didn’t know how a woman could be so drunk, yet so accurate, but her knee hit his crotch at just the right angle, and he went down like a fighter who’d just been blasted by a perfect punch.
Lights out. Only instead of a hit to his jaw, she’d KO’d him right in the balls.
He vaguely registered her slurred words. “You’re a prick. We’re done, Tucker. I’m calling a taxi to take me home.”
He heard the click of her heels on the stone floor as she walked away.
He couldn’t even breathe, let alone care that she’d just fucking left him on the ground.
Jesus Christ, that had hurt. His balls throbbed like someone had—
Well, someone had shoved a knee into them.
He lay there for what seemed like hours, but he knew it was only minutes before he managed to stagger to his knees. He found the wall, still struggling to catch his breath.
In a minute. He’d be able to stand in just a minute.
“Oh, my God. Are you okay?”
He heard a female voice.
Great. Just what he needed. A witness to his humiliation.
Then cool, soft hands swept across his forehead.
“Are you hurt? Did you fall?”
He shook his head. “I’m fine.”
“You are not fine. You’re sweating and practically hyperventilating. Tell me what happened.”
His eyes were still closed and he concentrated all his effort on trying to determine if his balls were still attached to his body. He did not want some woman being nice to him.
Actually, he wanted nothing to do with any female. Possibly ever again.
He managed to stand—with the woman’s help, unfortunately.
“Tell me where you’re hurt,” she said.
He shook his head. “I’m not hurt. Just go away.”
“I am not going to go away. I’m a doctor and I can help you.”
Awesome. This night was getting worse by the second. “I don’t need a doctor.”
“How about you let me be the judge of that?”
He opened his eyes and looked over at his unwanted savior.
She was, of course, gorgeous. Which made her immediately untrustworthy, since he’d just vowed to never again fall for a beautiful woman.
She was average height, with short blond hair and the most intense blue eyes he’d ever seen. She also had the most perfect mouth—
Not that he was ever going to think about a woman in a sexual way again. Thoughts like that only led to trouble, and crushed testicles.
He leaned against the cool wall and tried to think about anything but this humiliating situation.
She slipped her fingers around his wrist.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
Fine with him. Maybe if he didn’t say anything, or look at her, she’d disappear.
But she didn’t. She kept holding onto him.
“Your pulse rate is a little high.”
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. “Not surprising since I just got kicked in the balls.”
She pursed her lips as she met his gaze. “Literally or figuratively?”
“Ouch. I can’t speak from experience, of course, but that must have been painful. What did you do to deserve that?”
Figures she’d think he was deserving of a knee to the groin. “Nothing. I had a drunk girlfriend who had it in her head we were supposed to move in together. When I tried to let her down easy,, that was her response.”
“Ouch again. Sorry.”
He shrugged. “Not your fault.”
She rubbed her hands together. “I should examine you.”
He let out a laugh. “Honey, no offense, but the last thing I want is any woman near my balls tonight. Or possibly ever again.”
She smiled. “You say that now. You’ll change your mind once they feel better. And you need to let me take a look and feel them to make sure your girlfriend—”
“Okay. To make sure your ex-girlfriend didn’t seriously injure you.”
“Uh, no. I’m okay.”
She put her hands on her hips. She had nice hips, showcased in a white lacy sundress, which was attached to one very cute figure. Not that he was into noticing that kind of thing at the moment. “Who’s the doctor here? Me or you?”
“You. Or so you say. This could be some conspiracy. You could be a friend of Laura’s setting me up for round two of let’s-destroy-Tucker-Cassidy’s-manhood night.”
Now it was her turn to laugh. “I can assure you I have no idea who your girlfriend—”
“Right. I can assure you I am not in league with your nefarious ex-girlfriend.”
“I like that.” He finally had something to smile about.
“Nefarious. It fits her. But you’re still not getting in my pants.”
“Playing hard to get, Tucker?”
He looked her over. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“I see you’re starting to feel better. That’s a very good sign. But no, I’m not showing you mine. I am going to look at yours, though. And in your weakened condition, I’m pretty sure I can get into your pants.”
His balls still throbbed. What if Laura had broken them? What if he was unable to have kids? Not that he wanted any—right now. But someday . . .
“Okay. Fine. You’re really a doctor?”
“I really am. So drop ’em and let’s take a look at the goods.”
He reached for the zipper of his pants. “If I had a dollar for every time a woman said that to me . . .”
She snickered, moved in closer, and he caught a light citrusy scent. He breathed it in, the best thing he’d smelled all night. It smelled like renewal, like starting over.
Which was ridiculous because he didn’t even know the doctor’s name. But if she fixed him, she’d be his savior.
She cradled his ball sac in her hand, then examined his dick. There was something about having a woman so close to his goods that should be exciting as hell. But he wasn’t getting hard. He hurt too damn bad.
“It’s inflamed, but she didn’t break your penis.”
She tilted her head to the side and gave him a wry smile. “Right? She hit you pretty hard, though. Your testicles are swollen and red.”
She took a step back. “You can pull your pants up now. You’ll be sore for a couple of days, but you’re going to be fine.”
He zipped up. “I hope your husband or boyfriend doesn’t mind you inspecting my stuff down here in the wine cellar.”
“No husband. No boyfriend. I’m a resident at Washington University here in St. Louis, and way too busy for that.”
“I see. So who are you here with?”
“Oh, my father is Clyde Ross. I’m Aubry.”
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. The boss’s daughter. This night couldn’t get any worse.
“I didn’t know that. I mean, I knew he had a daughter in medical school or something. I don’t know why I didn’t make the connection.”
“No reason for you to. Nice to meet you, Tucker. I’ve seen you pitch. You’re pretty damn good.”
“So are you, Doc. Thanks for the once-over.”
“You’re welcome. I actually came down here to grab a bottle of wine for my dad.” She obviously knew what she wanted, because she made a direct beeline for a spot on the far wall and plucked a bottle from the rack before turning to face him. “Got it. Shall we go upstairs, or do you need more time to reflect on your evening?”
“No, I think I’ve spent enough time…reflecting down here.”
He led her toward the stairs, hoping like hell Aubry was discreet enough not to tell her father what had happened to him.
Still, he stopped and turned to face her. “One question.”
“Did you make me drop trou because it was medically necessary, or because you wanted to get a good look at my dick?”
One side of her mouth curved up in a sexy-as-hell smile. “Tucker. I’m surprised you’d ask that question. I am a doctor, after all.”
She turned and headed up the stairs.
Which wasn’t an answer at all.
The night was starting to look up.
But his balls still hurt like hell. After the debacle with Laura, and given the fact that the doc was Clyde’s daughter, he should definitely avoid Aubry Ross.
Or . . . maybe not.
What People are Saying About This
Praise for the novels of Jaci Burton:
“One of the strongest sports romance series available.”—Dear Author
“Jaci Burton’s stories are full of heat and heart.”—Maya Banks, #1 New York Times bestselling author
"Passionate, inventive, sexually explicit.”—USA Today
“A wild ride.”—Lora Leigh, #1 New York Times bestselling author
“Ms. Burton has a way of writing intense scenes that are both sensual and raw…Plenty of romance, sexy men, hot steamy loving, and humor.”—Smexy Books
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
3.975 ~ Not a big fan of the new look, new vibe. ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ FOUR-STAR ✩ REVIEW ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ > > Judging a Book by it's Cover > Looking Deeper Third person. Coming from a heavily populated NFL family, Tucker broke the mold by choosing to become a pitcher for the St. Louis Rivers. To say he gets picked on at family gatherings in a "slight" understatement. Aubrey is the daughter of the Rivers' owner. She does not have time to date, being too busy concentrating on completing her residency and all the other hoops and hurdles left to conquer. Even if she did have time, she's not interested in jocks. Even if a certain jock's junk was initially found in a funk and required up close and personal inspection - of the profession kind that is! Tucker's enchanted by Aubrey. Aubrey's playing hard to get. Her mom's a determined matchmaker, yet her dad is dead set on her not getting distracted - especially by one of this athletes and will resort to taking drastic measures to keep his little girl from straying off her path! I liked the main characters, for the most part. However, once Tucker and Aubrey decide to "have fun", the quality of the plot seems to take a backseat to overly-abundant sex scenes with either cheesy or obnoxious sex dialogue. My head hurts from all the eye rolling and I found myself skimming through pages asking "are they done yet?". Not a flattering endorsement. When they're not having sex, he's at practice or a game, or she's at work. I did not feel an emotional connection between them, at all. The secondary cast was good. Predictability was low. The primary conflict should not have even been an issue, however, typical lack of communication caused a rift that was later absolved. Overall, it was not the best in the series and felt as if it were written as differently from previous installments as this cover looks to the others. Hard to recommend a title when it was difficult to read through yourself. . Rating: [R+] ~ Score: 3.975 ~ Stars: 4 ========================== ⭐ ⭐ **** Disclosure of Material: I received a copy of this book from NetGalley and the Author/Publisher with the hope that I would voluntarily leave unbiased and unsolicited feedback. I was not asked, encouraged, or required to leave a review - nor was I compensated in any way. I am posting this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission's 16 CFR, Part 255: "Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising". ***** ⭐ ⭐
3.5 Stars An incredible writer, Jaci knows how to set a scene, except for a sexual one. This series is one of my favorites, however, the dialogue when it's time to get down to business is circumspect to me. It comes across as too aggressive for her characters and doesn't fit them. While a great story, and one can tell, she knows her sports, she takes the softness out of it in the bedroom scenes. Her romantic heroes are drool worthy and I love reading them, however, these last few books in this series left me bereft and rolling my eyes a few times. I'll continue reading her works, as they do have heart, but I'll just hold onto hope that she makes a departure from the misplaced erotica inserts that read that way because her characters are so well written and developed.
This is book #10 in the Play-By-Play series. This book can be read as a standalone novel. I just feel that for best understanding of the series and inside jokes, you will enjoy these books better if read in order. Tucker and Aubry meet when he is left injured in her parent's wine cellar at a party. Being a doctor, she wants to help and offers to check him out. Little did she know he was really a hot baseball player for her father's team. Aubry is so busy concentrating on her career and her father does not want her to get involved with anyone for fear it will cause problems. Tucker is also big on his career and wants to do well. Together they are explosive with sparks flying all over the place! This was such a great book with excellent character development and lots of humor! I enjoyed every page, and cannot wait to read the next book in the series.
## I enjoyed reading this book. The hero and heroine were both likeable, smart and playful. I'm happy that Jaci let them have plenty of good times together before the obligatory conflict. The only thing I didn't care for was that the conflict was resolved a little too quick and easy. I wish that had played out a little longer. I'm not a fan of instant forgiveness. Other than that, terrific read.
Enjoy this series
I love this series...Tucker was hilarious!
Never disappointed in her books,
Loved this book and the whole Play byPlay series
As usual I love anything Ms. Burton writes... I am a big fan of sports romance... But, I have to say that I like sex as an addition to the story and in this book, while I enjoyed it, I felt that the story was merely an addition to the sex... Loved the story, loved the characters and those from previous books reappearing... Jaci Burton is an excellent storyteller but in my humble opinion the sex romps in this book could easily have been cut in half without diminishing the book...
Tucker Cassidy is going through a slump—but not on the field. It’s his dating life that’s suffering. After having a painful altercation involving his ex-girlfriend’s knee, Tucker is convinced it couldn’t get worse…until a gorgeous doctor comes to the rescue at his most embarrassing moment. As the daughter of the owner of the St. Louis Rivers, Dr. Aubry Ross has been around jocks all her life. She knows the ins and outs of all their games, and she isn’t interested in playing. When Tucker repeatedly lands in the hospital where she’s working, Aubry starts to think he’s getting injured just to see her. Tucker is both funny and sexy, and Aubry is pleasantly surprised to discover he actually respects her job. When her father disapproves of their relationship, Aubry knows she’d rather lose Tucker than have him lose his job. But Tucker isn’t about to let threats of a trade get in the way of a game-changing love… Review: Another great story in the Play by Play series. Now, I am behind in this series, but I really wanted to read this one so I knowingly skipped a few stories to read this one. Though all the characters in series are inter-related in some way you can read each of these as a stand alone and not be confused. Like I said I skipped a few books that came before this one and I did not feel lost or confused in the least. I like this series because the stories are always interesting and the characters are ones that you can get into. Plus, Ms. Burton writes some of the best intimate scenes around. This story features to career driven characters, Aubry and Tucker. I have to say how they meet is one of the funniest that I have read in a long time. Both think they don't have time for relationships and start off as a short-term scratch and itch relationship, but of course blooms into something much more. What sets this apart from other romances is the witty dialog between Aubry and Tucker. Also, they are realistic in that they are career orientated and they have to juggle work and play. I was not real fond of how Aubry's father treated her, like she could not handle her life even though she was working to become a physician. This is a fast, sexy read and a great addition to the series! 4Stars *Received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest review.*
NUMBER OF HEARTS: 4 Tucker Cassidy is a raising star pitcher in a family of football players. But Tucker knows who he is and what he wants. Oh and did I mention that he is hot, confident, wears glasses and has his eyes set on a very stubborn doctor who doesn’t want to give him the time of day. Tucker was amazing. I loved reading his story. Loved that he is the odd man out in his family. I love the journey that Tucker goes on in All Wound Up. Even when Tucker is a bit of a jacknut he is still amazing. Aubry Ross doesn’t believe she has time for a relationship. She is too busy focusing on her job. But when she runs into Tucker Cassidy when he is down and out she pulls out the doctor card (which was hilarious). While Tucker is very hot Aubry doesn’t have time. That is until Tucker ends up in her ER two more times. But the third run in she can’t say no to him. So she will give him one chance, one date and that is it. Oh Aubry... Poor thing doesn’t have any idea what is in store for her. As always Ms. Burton bring us an amazing Play by Play story. I just love this series!! I can’t wait for the next Cassidy man to go down. Barrett better be ready!!! Disclaimer: I received a complimentary copy of this book from Netgalley & PENGUIN GROUP Berkley, NAL / Signet Romance, DAW in exchange for an honest review. This review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
Don't waste your$$$!!! I was at least 120 pages in & still found it boring! I think this author should move on from this genre if she can't come up w/ a more interesting story line. Her editor apparently isn't doing their job.