by Blue Stour
First in the
Game Time Series
Stranded at Third
by Blue Stour and Sidda Lee Rain
Cover design by Sidda Lee Rain and Janet Edwards
Copyright 2014 Blue Stour and Sidda Lee Rain
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Damn Women Publishing electronic publication Jan 2014
Damn Women Publishing print publication Jan 2014
Following All-State and All-American statuses, Kade Toney was climbing baseball’s minor-league ladder. Earning a reputation as a free-swinging slugger, he was walloping legendary home runs out of ball parks and in bedrooms across the nation. He was living proof that chicks really do dig the long ball.
A knee injury, however, derailed his dream just days before he was set to debut on a major-league stage. Sixteen years, numerous one-nighters, and a wife later, his post-baseball days had been anything but a casual stroll around the bases. Subsequently, his life left him stranded at third, unable score.
Frustrated, Kade returned to college and finished his one remaining semester. Then, the financially-strapped school teacher also began spending his summers on freshly-mowed and chalked fields of dreams . . . as an umpire, reliving his glory days on the diamonds in a different role.
The only question for the former star-turned-teacher/umpire is, will he ever race the final ninety feet to finish circling the bases and step on home plate? As Kade learns, it’s amazing what true family can do.
Warning: Contains one sexy ump piling up the home runs using his bat & balls.
Acclaim for Sidda Lee Rain’s Novel
~ Quick on the Trigger~
I am a big fan of Cowboy stories and this one didn’t disappoint at all it’s fast flowing with a great story plot and character’s you will grow to love, to be honest there wasn’t one character I didn’t like. You even like all the side character’s especially the Hot Cowboys. Ride ‘Em Cowboy.. Once again I will say Siri is a strong women and never gives up the ending is tear worthy, well it made me tear up anyway and so worth waiting for. I totally loved this book and as it the first in a series I will be reading the next one.
Cowboy Heaven
Oh my!! Is what I got to say for this one!! If you are looking for a good read that contains giving you goosebumps, flutters :), HEAT, inspirational love, and wonders and wants that we all deserve and think about.......this book is IT!!!!..... Never a dull moment and full of laughs, love, and longing for more...(can’t wait to see what will come next.....! I hope for a # 2 soon!!!) Characters in this story are so relatable and intriguing, full of spunk to say!!! God bless the almighty cowboy!!:) May he never retire his Dirty Denims!!
LOVIN IT
Acclaim for Blue Stour’s Novella
~ Before You Leap... LOOK~
Ty’s life is about to turn inside out and upside down. Letting his past predict his future. This is an amazing story of what life can be brought to when you leap for something you already had. An exotic story of love, lust, desires and longing for a past that’s not there. A story of heartbreaking pain for a man and woman. This amazing story will make you think about the title more than once and to remind you to always look before leap.
Finding love or loosen love?
A question we all have asked and some ventured but we don’t often hear about. The age old question, is the grass greener on the other side of the fence? Thank you Blue for bringing us such a steamy short read. Many times erotic books lack any kind of story but not this one. The story lines are what kept me hooked and the HOT scenes were just a bonus. I was engrossed in all of these characters and yet, I want to know more.
Blue brought the steam with this read!
When sports & sex collide
in a hard hitting game of attraction...
who will come out on top?
Chapter 1
Nobody knew about her sexual encounter with Kade, not even her best friend. A few months after the run-in with the love of her life, Michelle found herself pregnant and alone. She had made a decision to never confess to anyone that her expanding waistline was a one-night deposit from Kade.
“YOU’RE WHAT?” Her life-long bestie asked in astonishment. “I didn’t think you’d been fucking anyone. You told me, just a few weeks ago, that you were done with games and wanted to go and finish school!”
“I can’t tell anyone,” Michelle scrambled to say something, anything, before fabricating a story. “There was this one guy, a one-time thing, uummm, Ken.”
“Ken who?” Wendy immediately countered.
“That’s the thing, Wendy,” the three-month pregnant 24-year old said. “I don’t even know his last name or who he is. It was just some guy I met at the bar, and I was really drunk. I told him not to come inside of me because I wasn’t on the pill or anything. What am I going to do? I can’t tell my parents.”
“Are you sure?” Her friend repeated. “I mean . . .”
“Yes, I went to the doctor this morning,” Michelle interrupted. “I’m positive.”
“What about Kade?” Wendy reluctantly asked in the most loving and gentle voice. “What about an abortion, Michelle? I know you’re still completely in love with him.”
The thought of an abortion turned Michelle’s stomach. It was her mistake. She vowed to take responsibility and raise the child by herself if she had to do so. Even though she tried sounding strong as she informed Wendy of her intentions, it scared Michelle to death. Worst of all, she still had to break the news to her parents.
Barely a month later, that dreaded day arrived. One day, out of the blue, her mother wised up.
“Michelle, honey,” her mom started one night from the living room couch as her daughter came out of the bathroom. “Is everything okay?”
“What do you mean, Mom?” the paranoid daughter uneasily asked as she stopped a few feet short of her chair, petrified that she knew what her mother meant.
“Honey, you know how much we both love you, right?” Her mom said as Michelle heard Taps playing in her head. “I can tell something’s wrong. What is it? Is everything ok, dear?”
Sitting down in the recliner across from her parents, Michelle was trying to think of a way out. Uncontrollably, her mind, body, and soul invisibly squirmed in the chair. Then, she realized there was no other choice; she had to break the news.
“OK . . . Mom . . . Dad . . .I’m pregnant,” Michelle’s words reluctantly fell from her lips as she had to remind herself to breathe, one breath in, then one breath out over and over again.
Her mom’s eyes opened wide; Mrs. Tucker looked the same way she did when Michelle wrecke
d their brand new car back in 1989, five years earlier.
With a similar speechless response, her dad’s chin dropped; his jaw clinched as his forehead raced from peach to pink to red.
Her two words were probably the most excruciating words that she had ever spoken. Likewise, it was the most difficult thing that her parents had ever heard. Thankfully, though, that uncomfortable and awkward situation quickly turned positive.
Soon after, her parents began to embrace the idea of being grandparents, despite the fact they didn’t know who this mysterious father was. It was something nobody was happy about, but they let it go.
As Michelle began her third trimester, her father was against her proposed name choice of Kane Tucker. Because implications of her long-time boyfriend’s initials, K.T.--Kade Toney--her mother was also against it.
Meanwhile, the grandparents-to-be were getting prepared. At the time, her father began building a nursery in their home. Her mother was stocking up on anything and everything for the baby’s room.
Burned-out on basketball and school, Michelle never did go on to a university to complete her Bachelor’s Degree after community college, as she had planned. Instead, with her uncharacteristically lackluster attitude, including the lingering effects of the whole Kade-breakup aftershock, she began working part-time as a nurse with her just her Associate’s.
She did, however, plan to return to college, eventually. However, her plan had changed to enroll in an online program.
If Michelle was serious about completing her B.A. requirements, her parents quipped, it was decided that her and Kane would stay with them until she finished school and found a good job; that way, her parents would be there for her, helping with the baby and finances. There was just no way they were going to let her try to work, go to school, and raise their grandbaby on her own.
With everyone else planning Michelle’s life, Kane finally did arrive; her family and friends admired in awe. They silently awaited the truth when they saw how much Kane looked like the only man she had ever truly loved. Despite everyone’s whispered notions, she vehemently denied that Kade was the father.
“He looks just like you,” Michelle’s mother proudly boasted a few hours after delivery as she tried casting her doubts aside and believing her only daughter. “Are you sure we can’t convince you on another name, honey?”
Denial could be a wonderful gift at times. Then, there were occasions it was a necessary-evil to get through times like that.
Everyone was ecstatic; everyone except the baby’s father, that is. Kade had been playing ball, going to college, and was completely oblivious. He had no idea that he had a healthy, bouncing baby boy who was his mirror image.
Kane’s pudgy face shadowed Kade’s square jaw line beneath that baby soft skin. The infant had the newborn blue eyes, and Michelle wondered if they’d darken like her brown ones or brighten into emeralds like his unknowing father’s green eyes?
As a child, Michelle had blonde locks that later darkened into a chestnut brown. Her son had hair so black it practically reflected blue, though. It was yet another feature to add to the list of inherited traits from his donor. There’d never be escaping Kade since their–her--son looked just like him.
As K.T., the little man’s unavoidable nickname, grew, not only did he look like his absent father, but he also began to act more and more like him. Most noticeably, Kane’s baby blue eyes did lighten into Kade’s distinctive shade of green.
Also, from the time he could sit up on his own, any ball would instantly have him smiling, just like Dad. With a clap of his tiny hands, he was begging for someone to toss him the ball.
In fact, it was a ball that made Kane’s first day of school possible. Bawling his little bluish-green eyes out, Kane refused to let go of his mother’s leg as she was trying to drop him off on his first day.
“Mama, thayyyyyy,” the adorable little boy repeatedly begged as a wipeout on his bike was left visible by his missing front teeth. As if it were life or death, K.T. gripped Michelle’s right leg, crying, “Peath thay!”
“Honey, we talked about this,” Mom crouched down while embracing him. “You’re going to be a big boy. You get to stay and play with all the kids; I’m too big; they won’t let me.”
“Nooooooooo, Mommy; thay!” He continued to plead as his tears fell against Michelle’s shoulder. “Thon’t wan you thoo go.”
Eyeing a dodge ball in the toy chest, the light bulb turned on in her head. With the kindergarten teacher smiling at the all-too-familiar scene, Michelle pried herself from Kane’s death grip. She walked over to the toy area as Kane never allowed her more than three inches from his feet.
“All these kids want to play ball with you later, K.T.” she bribed him as she showed him the large, red ball. “Want to show them how good you are? Heyyyy! Why don’t you play with them and when I pick you up, you can tell me all about it?”
Reluctantly, K.T. lightened his grip. The sad thing was that Michelle had to pull the same routine for the first three days.
The kid just loved playing ball. If there were something she needed him to do, Michelle would threaten him by telling him she wouldn’t allow him to play ball.
Oftentimes, the young mother had wondered how long that would work. Knowing how much he took after his father, she secretly figured it would probably work for years to come.
Driving back to their apartment that first day, Michelle couldn’t help but daydream about what might have been. Pulling out of the parking lot, she found herself slightly pissed at Kade as her mind wandered.
He should have been the one talking to their son.
He should have been the one encouraging K.T. to be a big boy.
Instead, she wiped his tears; she potty-trained him; she played ball with him; she punished him; she taught him right from wrong. It wasn’t fair; it just wasn’t.
Basically, Michelle was not only his mother; she was also his father.
As she drove down the road, it took every bit of her to refrain from calling Mr. and Mrs. Toney, telling them they were grandparents. Actually, she felt it wasn’t fair they were being deprived of their only grand baby for Kade’s independence.
With tears then streaming from her eyes, Michelle resisted the urge. Instead, she continued to the apartment. With the competitive spirit she had continually shown through school and basketball, Michelle was bound and determined to raise her son on her own; she didn’t need, nor want, the help of a man—only one man could help, anyhow, and he wasn’t an option, anymore.
Unsurprisingly, K.T. was always one of the smartest kids in his class, receiving a ton of compliments and praises from the other parents and teachers. He was the spitting image of his father, excelling in anything he attempted. Whether it was kickball, baseball, football, basketball, or dodge ball, K.T. was unquestionably the best.
Much like his unrecognized father, Kane’s competitive fire wouldn’t allow him to be average. Combined with his natural ability he inherited, he didn’t have to settle, either. When he did lose, it was his father’s nature that he struggled to contain.
“You can’t win every game, buddy,” his grandfather and only father figure in his life said as he approached the crying nine-year old after a basketball game one wintery Saturday. “You’re not going to make every shot you take just like you’re not going to win every game you ever play. Losing is a part of life.”
As Kane sat on the front row of the bleachers with his head between his hands, he barely heard a word his papa told him. Instead, K.T. was extremely disheartened about coming up short.
“Did you have fun, buddy—besides that last shot that didn’t go through the net?” Papa asked with a consoling smile and head rub. “You did all you could do, buddy. Next time I bet you’ll make it. No! I guarantee you’ll make that shot!”
“Think so, Papa?” Kane looked up at hi
s nodding grandpa with tears in his eyes before whispering. “Do you think you could shoot hoops with me some? Mom does, but—don’t tell her this, Papa—she’s not very good, though—please don’t tell her. I need a guy to show me some stuff, so I make that shot next time. Mom shoots like a girl.”
Michelle never knew what her son had said that day. Likewise, she never knew how much Kane wanted a father. Just like the honorable man he was, though, the grandfather began spending more and more time with Kane as he tried to fill that void. They would play catch with a football or baseball, basketball in the park, build model cars, or do any other typical father-son activity.
Ever since that day on the bleachers, Papa began admirably filling the empty shoes. Likewise, Kane became the son that his grandfather had never had. It was a win-win for everyone, yet he still wasn’t the boy’s father.
Michelle struggled with the idea of Kane, Kade, and her being a family for years. Instead of that visualization getting better and fading away, however, she found herself constantly thinking of the missing link between her and her son.
She had gone on a few dates through the years, but could never get past the idea of her and Kade. Michelle wanted to move on; hell she knew she should move on but no matter what, she never succeeded at it.
Whenever she kissed another man, it never failed; she always thought of her and her son’s father. The damn man hadn’t only invaded her body but had invaded all of her senses.
Since the birth of K.T. nearly a decade earlier, she had only had sex with three men. Compared to him, all men were lacking; not in sexual skill or size, but in passion and love, what she needed most.
