All of his life, Spencer Hightower dreamed of playing baseball in the Major Leagues. He survived growing up gay in rural Alabama due to his impressive skill on the baseball diamond. Now living in Rhode Island and playing for the AAA Pawtucket Red Sox, heοΏ½s only a few steps away from his goal.
Grand Slam
β Scribed by Ledson, Kathryn
- Book ID
- 109121110
- Publisher
- Penguin Group Australia
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 1 MB
- Series
- Erica Jewell 3
- Category
- Fiction
- ISBN-13
- 9781760140199
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Erica Jewell can't worry about hunky hired gun, Jack Jones, and his commitment-phobic ways right now. She's flat out managing Dega Oil's sponsorship of the Australian Open tennis tournament, and doing a pretty good job. That is until a devastating oil-rig explosion sends Dega's reputation and share price plummeting.
Public outrage over the incident upsets Emilio Sanchez β the Open's biggest drawcard β and he wants to cut all ties with Dega. When Erica is sent to calm him, superstitious Emilio becomes convinced he needs her by his side to win. He demands she stay close, and the media annoyingly misinterprets their relationship, much to Jack's irritation. Meanwhile danger lurks, threatening Emilio and Erica, and she must race against time to discover: Who's trying to kill them and why?
From the elite inner sanctum of the Australian Open to the packed halls of Chadstone Shopping Centre, can Australia's favourite accidental heroine save her job,...
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