Making Her Mine Read online Hope Ford (Player Loves Curves #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Player Loves Curves Series by Hope Ford
Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 72(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 48(@300wpm)
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Making Her Mine (Player Loves Curves #1)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Hope Ford

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B087KJ3RVQ
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She gave me her v card, I gave her my heart.
I’m a professional pitcher. I can have any woman I want. But who I want is Trinity. She thinks I’m a player, but I’m going to prove her otherwise. I have her v card, but now I want it all. I’m going to make her mine.

Hey Readers,
I’m bringing you the boys of summer! I know I’m not the only one that loves a hot, hunk of a baseball player. Especially ones that love their curvy, plus size women. Sit back and enjoy. It’s going to be a scorching hot, instalove kind of summer.
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Player Loves Curves Series by Hope Ford

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Hope Ford



1

Trinity

She’s crazy. That’s the only way I know how to put it. My sister is out of her mind. I put my car into park and scan the almost vacant parking lot. The game is over and it took me forty minutes to just get past the gates. You would think since everyone is leaving, the fact that I’m pulling into the parking lot it should have been quick – simple – but no, it wasn’t. But I’ve learned through the years that any time I have to do a “favor” for my big sister, it always turns into a big headache.

It would probably help if she didn’t pick the absolute worst guys to get all hung up on. She called me to come get her so here I am, bailing her out of yet another bad situation. I scan the gate and surprise – she’s not where she said she would be.

I should just leave, but I know I can’t. She’s all I have left, my only family, which explains why I put up with her shenanigans all the time. I may be the younger sister, but it definitely doesn’t seem that way. Even when I was a little girl, I was always looking out for Sheena. I started drawing the line, though, in high school. That was when she started having me be the lookout when she decided to sneak under the football bleachers with her guy of the week. After the first time doing that, I swore I wouldn’t help her out anymore.

I lean my head against the steering wheel in frustration. Am I ever going to learn?

I get out of my ten-year-old Honda and slam the door, walking toward the gate. Spotting a security guard, I chase him down and of course he knows Sheena. I think she’s made her way through quite a few of the players already and the season’s just getting started. The guard points me toward the clubhouse. Apparently, he saw Sheena having an argument with one of the baseball players.

I push open the door and holler “I’m coming in” as I step in the door. I’ve caught my sister in way too many unfavorable positions and I’ll be fine if I never see her in another one for the rest of my life. She probably won’t care enough to cover herself, but it’s still worth a try.

I no sooner get in the door and my mouth drops. This isn’t the clubhouse. This is the locker room.

I cover my face with my hands. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry.” I separate my fingers, peaking through them at Jasper Reilly. He’s wet, rubbing a towel through his short brown hair. I gaze down his washboard stomach, thick thighs and his who-ha hanging down between his legs. I know I’m staring but I can’t take my eyes off of it. The man is well endowed. Well, I assume he is; this is the first time I’ve seen one in real life, and I have to say it doesn’t look anything like the pictures in the textbooks I’ve seen at school.

When he clears his throat, my eyes fly back up to his and he has a smirk on his face. I cover my eyes again. I just ogled a naked Jasper Reilly. I’m not even into baseball players, but I’d have to be completely removed from society if I didn’t know who he was. He is the starting pitcher and the sexiest man in the game as far as I and several million female friends are concerned. “I’m so sorry.”

I can feel my body temperature rise. Whether from seeing him or my own mortification I don’t know, but I’m about to die. I apologize to him again. “Where’s the clubhouse? I’m, uh Trinity, and I’m picking up my sister, Sheena.”

Jasper

She came in like a wrecking ball and almost knocked me on my ass. She’s beautiful. Her long brown hair is in a ponytail, showing off her beautiful blue eyes and pink lips. I could give her shit for ogling me, but I’m doing the same to her. She’s different from most of the girls I date, but there’s something about her that is making me hot. Maybe it’s the way her white T-shirt is stretched across her large breasts. Or maybe it’s the way her jean shorts show off her curvy thighs and legs. Or maybe it’s the way she’s truly embarrassed that she walked in here. The guys don’t act like it’s a big deal at all. We’re used to women coming in because they’re “lost.” But she’s truly mortified. She has the pink cheeks to prove it. Whatever the reason, all I know is I want her.

The last thing I want to do is point the sexy, sweet sister toward the cad Carter Arnold, but I know that’s where Sheena is—with Carter.

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