BLOG TOUR – Review of The Knuckleball (Boys of Summer #4) by A.M. Williams

 

“Did he have a voodoo dick or something?”

 

Genre:  Contemporary Romance, Sports Romance

Length: Around 200 Pages

POV:  Alternating First Person

Description: 

Why do we always want the ones we shouldn’t?

Charlotte

Growing up around athletes means I’m mostly immune to their charms. Or lack thereof.

The looks, the smoking hot bodies, the cocky swagger don’t mean much to me and I can ignore any attraction I might feel.

There’s just one problem now. There’s one player that I can’t get out of my mind. After I put myself out there to take things to the next level, I don’t know how to act.

I’ve never felt this way before and it’s throwing me off.

King

I’m called King for a reason. I get what I want, when I want it with the snap of my fingers.

I’m happy with my life until her. One night and I discover what I’ve been missing.

Getting what I want shouldn’t be a problem. Except it is. For the first time in my life I’m forced to take matters into my own hands to convince her how good we would be together.

When the truth comes out and all the cards are on the table, I have to figure out if I can drop my walls for a real chance at happiness.

We have to decide if we can overcome our prejudices for a shot at happiness together.

The Knuckleball is book four in A.M. Williams’ Boys of Summer baseball romance series. It’s a best friend’s sibling romance with a cocky hero and a girl that takes no prisoners.

If you love men in tight pants and the sassy women they fall for, this series is for you.

This book was previously published as King of the Field. It has been updated with new content and re-edited.

Jennifer’s Review: 

*I received this book free from The Indie Pen PR.*

Charlotte’s brother was a baseball player and therefore she tended to stay away from them when it came to dating, but one man kept catching her eye. She knew she wasn’t on his radar, but one night she thought maybe just maybe she was. It was one wonderous night, followed by one morning of rejection.

King had a past no one knew about and it caused him to be resistant to ever having another relationship, but he found himself not only thinking about Charlotte, but also wanting her. He tried to keep his distance, even pushing her away. Neither things would work for long because she captivated his senses and left him always wanting more.

King eventually realizes what he wants and how to get it. Charlotte, on the other hand, isn’t as easily receptive to his charms as she once was. She doesn’t want to ever feel that rejection again and therefore guards her heart pretty heavily against not only him, but her own desire for him.

The Knuckleball is a story about giving in an following your heart when your head is fighting against it. Sometimes all you have to do is say yes and go for what you want.

This was a cute and fun read. The characters are full of personality and the storyline is quite enjoyable, from the retirement community citizens to the players and their spouses there is never a dull moment.

*Clicking on the book cover above will take you to the Amazon purchase page.

Happy Reading Y’all! 

Excerpt:

Copyright 2021 A.M. Williams

Once six months ago wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t sure it would ever be enough.

So he’d insulted me. Did that mean I couldn’t use his dick?

No, it didn’t. And I wanted to use his dick badly

His gaze was a physical caress on my body, raising goosebumps in its wake and making me yearn for his touch

Watching him was an erotic dance that I couldn’t get enough of.

Did he have a voodoo dick or something? What was this weird sorcery he was playing on my body? 

I was wet, embarrassingly so. And I’d just had the most erotic dream of my life about the guy that I’d rejected the night before.

There were only so many dick pics a girl could handle, and I wasn’t holding my breath on Prince Charming.

I needed to move on, I knew that. But it was so hard when my dating life had now been relegated to the Myxr app, where I had to wade through the fuck boys and douchebags to find my Prince Charming. Add in the dick pics and I was rolling in the trifecta of terrible guys.

Who needed a man when you had a slightly overweight ginger cat that would suffocate you at night and purr while doing it?

“What the fuck?” Derek asked, crossing his arms.

I glanced around and hissed, “Sit your ass down.”

He glared at me before climbing up and settling in next to me.

I scooted away from him some, wanting a little distance between us just in case he got a wild hair to punch me. Distance was key.

Derek was an intimidating guy. He was tall and built. He also had a mean fastball, and I was certain that translated into other areas. But I didn’t think Derek would punch me. He wouldn’t risk injuring himself because of his contract. 

Based on the scowl marring Derek’s face, I didn’t want to bank on there being no bodily harm just yet.

“What are you up to?” Derek growled.

I shrugged and dropped his gaze. “Nothing.”

Note to self: Derek was territorial about his sister, not just his wife. Check.

“Please. Based on what just happened on that field, you’re up to something and I want to know what it is.”

“Why does it matter to you?” I asked as I looked back at him.

“She’s my sister.”

That wasn’t new information by any means. I knew that, as did the entire team. You’d have to be living under a rock not to know that.

“And?” I finally asked. “I know that, but I was complimenting her on her playing. If I’d known it would bother her that much, I wouldn’t have said anything.”

If I had to build a perfect woman, it would be Charlotte Nichols. Hands down. No contest. She was who I’d create.

I was posing for a nude calendar that I knew the old women in the retirement community were going to buy and tease me about for years to come, and I was essentially lying to the woman I wanted to be with.

I was in trouble when it came to King.

There was just one problem. I didn’t date athletes, I didn’t like their egos.

And King had an ego the size of the state.

 

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