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Stealing Home is LIVE now!

A Vera Roberts Novel-2


The first rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not sleep with an athlete.

The second rule of being a sports physical therapist: Do not fall in love with an athlete.

The third rule of being a sports physical therapist: Ignore Rules #1 and #2.

Bobbi Gibson has enough on her plate with her new position of being a physical therapist to the Los Angeles Dodgers. Dealing with egos and injuries, and sometimes not sure which is the bigger headache, the last thing she needs is a distraction from the rising pitcher who simply goes by The Answer. Yet, he’s the only sane human in her crazy world.

Quinn “The Answer” Riordan knows he’s not like most pitchers. After all, most pitchers don’t know every Backstreet Boys song by heart nor do they sleep with a stuffed giraffe at night.

He also knows most pitchers can’t easily throw a record-breaking and break-neck speed pitch of 100 mph on a regular basis. But what Quinn does know is he’s head over heels in love with the new physical therapist. Now just he has to convince her she feels the same.

Stealing Home is a baseball romance short series. It features an *NSYNC v. Backstreet Boys battle, late-night drive-thru runs, more giraffes than Geoffrey at Toys R Us, and how Legos are the best invention ever.



“Hey,” Quinn reached out and touched Bobbi’s arm. “Where did you go just now?”

Bobbi let out a small breath. “I just have the worst luck with men. I’m smart in everything else. I have great credit. I have money in the bank. I’m in the process of finding an apartment to live in so I don’t have to bunk with my sister and her husband. I have everything going for me but I’m like that Robin character in Waiting to Exhale. I just have the dumbest luck with me.”

“Maybe your luck is about to change?” Quinn suggested. “Maybe there is a man who is willing to give you his time while you give him the most incredible massages he’s ever had in his life?”

“Why did I know there was a catch?” Bobbi laughed. “So, all you want from me are my hands?” She teased.

“I want the whole package but if it means all I can get from you are your hands right now, then yes.” He replied.

“Fair enough.” Bobbi finally chewed the Philly roll she’d been playing with. “Let’s talk about you. Every athlete has something about him that most people wouldn’t believe or find weird.”

“Oh, I’m sure a lot of people think my love for the Backstreet Boys and Taylor Swift puts me in a category of Not Straight.” Quinn bemused.

“I don’t care about that,” Bobbi dismissed. “What are other quirks about yourself? Will the real Quinn please stand up?”

“I sleep with a giraffe every night and I play with Legos before every game because if I don’t, my games are pretty bad. Maybe it’s mental or maybe the Legos help my anxiety in a way that nothing else can before I pitch.” He flatly stated. He watched for Bobbi’s reaction and received a blank stare.

“When you say Legos, what are we talking?” She asked. “Duplo? Friends? Junior? Classic? Architecture?”

“All of the above.” Quinn stated and he was quietly impressed Bobbi knew so much about Legos. Maybe she was a bigger nerd than she led on and his dick became happier at the thought of it. “I don’t know when it started but I’m sure I was pretty young when everyone noticed it. Ever since then, it’s just been my thing.”

“And the giraffes?” Bobbi leaned forward and rested a hand on her hands. “When did that start?”

Quinn smiled and it traveled up to his eyes. He was focused on Bobbi’s full lips and wanted to know when he would be able to taste them again. “I’ve always been fascinated with giraffes, but when I fed one once, I was in love. I have a huge one in my home. You should come by and see it sometime.”

“Well, if I’m ever in your area, I will.” Bobbi promised.

“Okay, let me rephrase that,” Quinn leaned forward. He was merely inches from her face. “I want you to come by and see this big-ass stuffed giraffe in my bedroom.”

Bobbi felt the hairs prickle on her arms and her head began spinning again. Her body immediately heated up to the idea of being inside Quinn’s bedroom and all of the wicked games they could do. He’d already proven to her when it came to sex, there was nothing such as being taboo.

Bobbi felt the familiar dampness of need inside of her panties but didn’t let Quinn see her sweat. “How many other women have you invited to see the big-ass stuffed giraffe in your bedroom?”

“None.” He stated and Bobbi raised an eyebrow. “If I invited a lot of women, I’m sure you would’ve found out in your Google searches about me, right?”

Bobbi knew almost everything about Quinn except his blood type. “I stand corrected.”

“I respect the fact you want to be friends, Bobbi.” Quinn admitted. “Even though, it’s killing me you do.”

“If we date and break up, that’ll be horrible, Quinn.” Bobbi firmly stated. She’d been through it a few times to know she doesn’t do clean breakups. A lot of cursing, tossing things, and leaving cities are often involved. “It can get ugly rather quickly.”

“If we date and get married, that’ll be amazing, Bobbi.” He winked at her. “That can get beautiful very soon.”

“Quinn….” Bobbi groaned. The thought of little Quinns and little Bobbis running through their home gave her tingling feelings. “I don’t believe in love at first sight.”

“You don’t believe it because it’s never happened to you.” He challenged her.

Bobbi smirked. “And it’s happened to you?”

“Yes.” He pointedly stated.

Bobbi felt jealousy course through her body until it slapped her face. “Oh?”

“Yes, a week ago when I was at a bar and I met this girl who thought NSYNC was better than the Backstreet Boys. Then I took her home and she kept my dick up the entire night.” Quinn held up a hand and Bobbi touched it with hers. They interlocked fingers together. “But that’s not why I fell in love with her. I fell in love with her because she’s everything I wanted, yet I don’t know her from a can of paint.”

Bobbi tried to ignore the warmth radiating from Quinn’s hand. It was hard to downplay it but it was impossible to ignore. Slowly, she felt her walls crumbling down faster than she could put them together again. “Maybe after you get to know her and learn she’s just about as entertaining as watching paint from said can dry, you’ll realize you were never in love but in lust.” She softly blinked at him.

Quinn was silent for a long moment and Bobbi felt her breath hitch inside her throat. “You know that scene in Forrest Gump where Jenny and Forrest talk to each other after she dumps him?”

How could Bobbi forget? It was one of her favorite movies. She had every scene memorized. “Yes.”

“That’s what I’m feeling now,” Quinn nodded. “I’m not smart in everything, but I do know what love is.”


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