Give Me More

By Gen Ryan

Sometimes love is worth the risk.

Flynn Coleman has spent his entire life playing professional baseball. When an injury forces him into physical therapy, he fears he'll never play again.

Sean Myers is a recent college graduate with a love of sports and a new degree in physical therapy. When offered an internship at a prestigious rehab facility, he stumbles upon his favorite baseball player and crush, Flynn Coleman.

Sparks fly and both men are unable to deny the attraction between them.

When Flynn makes Sean a proposition he can't refuse, will they be able to survive with their careers and hearts intact?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Jan 30, 2018
• ISBN: 9781786516596

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Give Me More

ISBN # 978-1-78651-659-6

©Copyright Gen Ryan 2018

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright January 2018

Edited by Ann Leveille

Pride Publishing

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2018 by Pride Publishing, UK

Pride Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

Playing for Love

GIVE ME MORE

Gen Ryan

Book one in the Playing for Love series

Sometimes love is worth the risk.

Flynn Coleman has spent his entire life playing professional baseball. When an injury forces him into physical therapy, he fears he’ll never play again.

Sean Myers is a recent college graduate with a love of sports and a new degree in physical therapy. When offered an internship at a prestigious rehab facility, he stumbles upon his favorite baseball player and crush, Flynn Coleman.

Sparks fly and both men are unable to deny the attraction between them.

When Flynn makes Sean a proposition he can’t refuse, will they be able to survive with their careers and hearts intact?

Dedication

To Google, for always being there when I have a question.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

World Series: Office of the Commissioner of Baseball Unincorporated

Superman: DC Comics

Clark Kent: DC Comics

Popsicle: Conopco, Inc.

Tylenol: Johnson & Johnson Corporation

Prologue

I waited in the dugout, the smell of the grass and sweat hitting my nostrils. My name was being chanted over the screams, my adrenaline increasing with each voice I heard.

Coleman! Coleman! Coleman!

I smiled and waved at the fans.

We needed one more run to win the game and had no people on the bases. I stretched out my arms, trying to focus on bringing my teammates home. The dull ache in my shoulder was becoming worse, the cortisone shot I’d gotten earlier wearing off. Just a few more minutes. Please don’t give up on me yet. The physical therapist came out and rubbed my shoulders, releasing some of the tension. I rolled it, feeling a little less stiff. I was as ready as I’d ever be.

I stepped onto the plate, focusing on the pitcher in front of me, and pushed the pain into the back of my mind. My shoulder was starting to wear out. The doctor had told me that I needed to slow down before I damaged it beyond repair. He didn’t understand that baseball was my life. I had to play, otherwise I was nothing. I had nothing. The team was my family, had been since I was drafted when I was twenty. I’d never looked back, not in the past eight years. My past was long gone, a distant memory of a troubled childhood and a life of crime that I’d almost succumbed to. Coach Anderson had seen something in me and helped me clean up my act. Tonight would make it our sixth World Series win. I’d vowed to never let Coach down.

I scuffed my cleats in the dirt, swinging the bat behind me to finish warming up. The pitcher spat on the ground, the ball going behind his back. It was time to make this game my bitch.

He threw his signature fastball and I missed. He smiled at me and tipped his hat. I gripped the bat in my hand, frustration threatening to boil over. I wouldn’t let him beat me, not today, not ever.

I positioned myself again, ready to pulverize whatever he pitched my way. Like a white flash, the ball left his hand. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, opening them just as my bat connected with the ball. The stadium was quiet as it flew through the air. Bodies leaped for it but missed and I took off in a run. I had to make it home. My legs pumped, my shoulder screaming. I made it all the way to third base before the outfielder managed to catch up.

The base man at home positioned himself as close to the base as he could, ready to stop me from