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by Clay Cormany
YA Contemporary
Paperback & ebook, 325 Pages
November 3rd 2016 by Clean Reads
Summary
What does a high school boy do if he thinks the girl of his dreams will be an assistant for the softball team his mother coaches? Easy! He volunteers to be an assistant, too. That's what Jace Waldron does in Fast-Pitch Love. It might be his only chance to make a move on Stephanie Thornapple while her boyfriend is away. But Jace's plans go awry, and soon he faces the double challenge of coaching a team of mischievous preteen girls and learning there is more to romance than physical attraction.
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Praise for the Book
"The books has some unexpected twists and turns as the likeable but somewhat hapless Jace grows into a young man who takes responsibility for his life and his choices. Softball aficionados will have a particular affinity for this book because its game descriptions are extensive and detailed. Those who don't know softball will come to like and admire the young protagonist." Gretchen Hirsch, author and book doctor
"I enjoyed this young adult novel by Clay Cormany. The story told from a guy's perspective made it especially interesting. I think a lot of young women would enjoy seeing romance from a guy's point of view. I also liked that the novel was innocent without gratuitous sex or swear words." Paulita Kincer, author of The Summer of France and Trail Mix
"Like the spin on a fastball, Fast-Pitch Love puts a new spin on the age old boy meets girl phenomenon. And what a wonderful spin it is. Clay Cormany weaves together the twin themes of teenage infatuation and a girls’ softball team. Along the way he does a wonderful job of mixing the excitement of youth sports with the impending showdown between two suitors of the same pretty girl." The Dane
"Fast-Pitch Love is an unusual coming-of-age story since it's told from the guy's point of view. The characters are likeable and believable; the action well paced. You don't need to be a softball player, or even an athlete, to thoroughly enjoy Fast-Pitch Love." Louise
Excerpt
Jace ran behind the backstop where his mitt rested on the ground. After putting it on, he had the strange feeling that something soft and gooey was on his fingers. What could it be and how did it get there? No time to think about it. He trotted out next to Lauren as Sylvia prepared to hit the next ball. It went toward Angela in right field, but Jace didn’t see her catch it, because his eyes were riveted on his glove. Something was happening inside of it, something bad. The gooey feeling was still there, but now there was also a feeling of heat that grew more intense by the second. The next ball off Sylvia’s bat went toward center field, but Jace didn’t see that one caught either. He was too busy tearing at his glove, flinging it away, and clawing at his hand, which felt as if it were on fire. He stumbled to his knees.
“Arrrrrgh,” he bellowed, as he rubbed his hand back and forth on the grass, trying to remove the slimy substance.
“What’s the matter, Jace?” Martha cried out. “Why are you –”
“Success!” shouted Heather.
“Sweet revenge!” echoed Dana.
“What do you mean?” said Sylvia, as the two girls jumped up and down with glee. “What did you do to him?”
“Nothing much,” said Heather with a grin. “Just put some capsaicin cream in his glove when he wasn’t looking.”
“Why?” asked Martha, who seemed more curious than upset.
“For nearly killing us with that ball he hit last week, that’s what for,” answered Dana.
“Yeah, we figured we’d teach him a lesson,” said Heather.
“But that was an accident, girls,” said Martha. “What you did was deliberate.”
“He won’t die,” said Heather, pointing at Jace, who continued to rub his hand on the grass. A small circle of girls assembled around him, faces glowing with smirks and hands restraining laughter.
“Arrrrrgh,” he bellowed, as he rubbed his hand back and forth on the grass, trying to remove the slimy substance.
“What’s the matter, Jace?” Martha cried out. “Why are you –”
“Success!” shouted Heather.
“Sweet revenge!” echoed Dana.
“What do you mean?” said Sylvia, as the two girls jumped up and down with glee. “What did you do to him?”
“Nothing much,” said Heather with a grin. “Just put some capsaicin cream in his glove when he wasn’t looking.”
“Why?” asked Martha, who seemed more curious than upset.
“For nearly killing us with that ball he hit last week, that’s what for,” answered Dana.
“Yeah, we figured we’d teach him a lesson,” said Heather.
“But that was an accident, girls,” said Martha. “What you did was deliberate.”
“He won’t die,” said Heather, pointing at Jace, who continued to rub his hand on the grass. A small circle of girls assembled around him, faces glowing with smirks and hands restraining laughter.
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