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Title: Irresistible Trouble
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #4
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2022
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I, Cooper Rock, baseball god, worshipper of women, hometown hero, beloved son and brother, and owner of a well-deserved ego, have always reached for the stars. Usually in baseball.
In love? Nah. When you’ve played the field as much as I have and haven’t been bit by the bug, you’re immune.
Or so I thought until she walked back into my life.
Waverly Sweet. Pop music sensation. Universally beloved for good reason. She’s freaking awesome. Kind. Funny. Talented. Sexy as hell. Real. And still completely out of my league.
But I have been hit by the Waverly Sweet tour bus of love, tumbled head over heels, and come up in a field of Waverly-scented roses. This is it. She’s my one and only, and this time, I won’t screw it up.
I’m cleaning up my reputation. I’m ignoring the doubters. I’m channeling everything I have into proving to her that I can be the man she deserves.
No matter what else I have to sacrifice for love.
Including baseball.
Irresistible Trouble is a hilarious home run of a romcom about a baseball player whose ego is catching up to him, a pop star who’s a bit of a hot mess when the cameras aren’t looking (and sometimes when they are), and the kind of family and teammates that everyone deserves… in small doses. While this laugh-out-loud romance stands alone with a sweet-swoony HEA, you won’t go wrong if you dive into the entire Fireballs series, starting with Jock Blocked, first. And for more Cooper Rock cameos, check out Master Baker (a standalone featuring Cooper’s brother) and the Bro Code series.
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Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
Title: Irresistible Trouble
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #4
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 29, 2022
BLURB
I, Cooper Rock, baseball god, worshipper of women, hometown hero, beloved son and brother, and owner of a well-deserved ego, have always reached for the stars. Usually in baseball.
In love? Nah. When you’ve played the field as much as I have and haven’t been bit by the bug, you’re immune.
Or so I thought until she walked back into my life.
Waverly Sweet. Pop music sensation. Universally beloved for good reason. She’s freaking awesome. Kind. Funny. Talented. Sexy as hell. Real. And still completely out of my league.
But I have been hit by the Waverly Sweet tour bus of love, tumbled head over heels, and come up in a field of Waverly-scented roses. This is it. She’s my one and only, and this time, I won’t screw it up.
I’m cleaning up my reputation. I’m ignoring the doubters. I’m channeling everything I have into proving to her that I can be the man she deserves.
No matter what else I have to sacrifice for love.
Including baseball.
Irresistible Trouble is a hilarious home run of a romcom about a baseball player whose ego is catching up to him, a pop star who’s a bit of a hot mess when the cameras aren’t looking (and sometimes when they are), and the kind of family and teammates that everyone deserves… in small doses. While this laugh-out-loud romance stands alone with a sweet-swoony HEA, you won’t go wrong if you dive into the entire Fireballs series, starting with Jock Blocked, first. And for more Cooper Rock cameos, check out Master Baker (a standalone featuring Cooper’s brother) and the Bro Code series.
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Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
I
feel like a fraud. I've read a heap of Pippa Grant books, they are a go to
laugh out loud read. And I thought I was up to this book when I went all grabby
hands to see THE Cooper Rock fall in love. Then I realised I am so far from
being up to date with the books because they aren't all in the same series. I
read the Bro Code and a few others but now I have to go back and read more. 😏
What a shame.
Cooper
is one of those guys that you shake your head at his antics while you can't
keep the smile off his face. And even when he's sleeping his way through the
United States and you kind of want to bathe him in sanitizer, you also want to
hug him and poke at those adorable dimples. I didn't think there would be a
woman brave enough to deal with his antics.
Then
along came Waverly. I honestly don't remember being introduced to her
previously but with my memory that doesn't mean much. From the first page I was
a fan. I wanted to join the Braverlies fan club and search Spotify for all her
music and then I remembered she wasn't real. I mean honestly Pippa writes such
real characters.
I
loved everything that these guys had to work through to get the happily ever
after they both deserved. It was so well earned but it was also incredibly
deserved by such awesome, selfless, caring people. And the epilogues were so
sweet. I can't wipe the smile off my face. I think everyone needs a little
Shipwreck Cove and their inhabitants in their lives.
Title: Real Fake Love
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #2
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #2
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: September 3, 2020
Release Date: September 3, 2020
Blurb
If people have polar opposites, Luca Rossi is mine.
His butt is in the baseball hall of fame. Mine’s comfortably
seated in the hall of lame.
When he’s not snagging fly balls out in center field, he’s
modeling in shampoo commercials. I once jammed my own finger while stirring
cookie dough, and sometimes I forget shampoo is a thing.
He’s a total cynic when it comes to love.
I make a living writing love stories.
But after my latest broken engagement (no, I don’t want to
talk about how many times that’s happened), it’s clear he’s exactly the man I
need.
If anyone can teach me to be the opposite of me, it’s him.
The first thing I want him to teach me?
How to not fall in love.
And as luck would have it, he’s in desperate need of a fake
girlfriend to get a meddling grandmother off his back.
We couldn’t be more perfect together, because the last thing
Luca Rossi will ever be is the next man to leave me at the altar.
Or will he?
Real Fake Love is a line drive straight to the heart
featuring a grumpy athlete, a jilted bride, a fake relationship, and the
world’s laziest cat. It stands alone and comes complete with sibling rivalry,
the world’s most awkward shower scene, and a sweetly satisfying happily ever
after.
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Henri, in the middle of
Chapter Four...
It's probably
weird to be sitting on the doorstep of the man I cyberstalked after his whole love sucks speech after my failed
wedding. But I won’t apologize for waiting for Luca here at what I think is his
house, because you don’t get what you need in life if you don’t go for it.
Still, maybe
Dogzilla and I should be waiting in my car instead? At least that way, I could
turn on the radio while we wait. And the air conditioning.
I’m about to move
to the car when a clunker chugs around the corner, one headlight out, and turns
into the driveway.
This is
definitely the wrong house.
I’m sitting on
the porch of a stranger’s house, hoping that’s a woman driving, because if it’s
a woman, at least I know I won’t be in danger.
Of falling in
love with her at first sight, I mean.
The engine shuts
off, and while I don’t often trespass at midnight, I have this feeling that
jumping up with Dogzilla and making a run for it right now is exactly the wrong
move. A well-timed, "Oh, sorry, I thought you were someone else,"
will give us all a laugh, I’ll take my cat and leave, and then two complete
strangers will have a weird story to tell their friends over margaritas—or an
iced tea, in my case—and huh.
This would make
an excellent meet-cute for my friend Dorothea’s next steamy romance novel. I’ll
have to drop her a note too.
The occupant of
the car is still sitting in it, and the figure illuminated by the street light
looks too big to be a woman.
Dang it.
He also seems to
be—
Is he hitting his
head against the steering wheel?
Uh-oh.
If I picked the
house of a nutjob, all bets are off.
"Be ready to
run, Dogzilla," I whisper.
My lazy cat
doesn’t move, and instead snores in my lap.
Easier this way
anyway, since it’s not like I can count on her to follow alone when I take off
running at full-steam.
Which doesn’t
happen all that often, if we’re being honest here. I’m a writer, not a runner.
But—wait.
The way his hair
is moving—
That is Luca Rossi.
I rise, cradling
Dogzilla, and when Luca looks my way, I give him a finger wave and a smile.
The light isn’t
bright enough for me to see what he’s saying, but his lips are definitely
moving, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s wearing the same long-suffering
expression my father usually has when I tell him I’m engaged.
Again.
It might also be
remarkably similar to the expression Luca was wearing when he recognized me at
Duggan Field earlier today too.
Not my intention
to ambush him at work, I swear. I was curious about the ballpark—I’m curious
about a lot of things—so when I caught wind on social media of a writer
organization that was touring the park, it was easy enough to get here in time
today to join the group.
And it was
fascinating to see where the players work out, to smell the chairs the
announcers sit in, what it feels like to stand in the dugout, and hear how many
light bulbs have to be replaced every day.
There’s a pop and
a creak as the car door swings open, and I suddenly desperately need to know
why Luca Rossi, millionaire sports star, lives on a grocery store clerk’s
salary.
For research.
I swear.
I like to do
research.
It’s one of the
things my ex-fiancé Kyle liked about me.
"Henri,"
Luca says.
My brain hears what the hell are you doing here, and why
are you between me and my bed, and I’m not asking out loud because I don’t honestly
want to know.
I either have a
lot of experience understanding people because I write good characters, or I
have a lot of experience with frustrating men after five failed engagements.
Plus my lifelong
relationship with my father.
"Hi, Luca!
Great game tonight. That catch you made in center field was like—"
"The one
where I didn’t move, the one where I stepped three feet to my left, or the one
where I had to take two steps back?"
Okay, yeah, he
had an easy game. "How did you know where the ball was going to be? That’s
like—it’s like you’re psychic."
"It’s called
being a professional." He squeezes his eyes shut briefly, opens them,
eyeballs Dogzilla in my arms, and then sighs again. "To what do I owe the
pleasure of your company tonight?"
Wow. He’s cranky.
Not gonna lie.
I know it’s
probably me.
But that’s no
excuse for not forging ahead. I didn’t come all this way to chicken out.
"You remember the last time we saw each other?"
"This
afternoon in the clubhouse?"
"I liked
your hat, but I meant the time…before that."
He closes the
distance between us with three casual steps. "Nope."
And I go
momentarily speechless as a waft of something delicious teases my nose.
But only
momentarily. A quick recovery is a gift. Or possibly a defense mechanism.
"The time we were together…in that town…with that big monument…and the
event thing…"
No answer.
"The event
thing that didn’t—"
"I’m trying
to block it from my memory."
"Oh. Oh!
Thank you. That’s very kind of you. Sorry. I didn’t realize—"
"That I
wouldn’t want to remember your ruined wedding, that you like to redecorate
people with dessert, and that your ex-fiancé is the first man that my mother’s
dated in three years and I might have to start calling him Stepdad?"
I wince.
My heart also weeps
because yeah, still not over seeing Jerry lock lips with a woman who could’ve
been my mother, and hearing that it might actually be going somewhere is salt
in the wound.
"So, no,
Henri, I don’t remember the last time we were together. At least, I won’t, once
I get inside and pour myself a large enough vodka tonic. Care for one?"
Once again, I’m
momentarily speechless. "Um, I’m kinda allergic—"
I cut myself off
when one of his brows rises infinitesimally, and then I gasp. Of course he
knows I’m allergic. We had an entire conversation about it. "Are you trying to send me to the hospital?"
"No, but I am trying to get into my house. Alone.
Preferably without the sad panda thoughts I’d finally managed to shake before
you showed up today."
"Oh. That
was a hint."
"It
was."
"I’m bad
with the subtle."
He swipes a hand
over his mouth and looks up at the sky, and I’m certain he’s not stifling a
smile.
Probably the
exact opposite.
Time to forge
ahead. "I’m here because I need your help."
"And now I
pay the price for my sins," he mutters.
I’d ask what his
sins are, but my google searches were very
thorough.
Normally, he
really would be the last person on earth I’d turn to for help.
"I don’t
want money or anything like that. And I’d rather no one know I’m here, so I’m
not after your fame either, though I wouldn’t mind some tips on how to get my
hair as good as yours always is. I’ve tried Kangapoo before, and—wait. Sorry.
Off-topic. I need you to teach me how to not fall in love."
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Pippa Grant is a USA Today
Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down
your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned
employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her
adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while
fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
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Pippa Grant is my go-to pick me up, laugh out loud author. The stories are just so out there and hilarious yet realistic enough that I can see how these crazy things can happen. And this series is just so awesome. I live everything about it.
Firstly, the characters are so unique, they could never be confused with anyone else. Henri leaves quirky in the dust. She was just nuts but I adored her. Her heart was so pure, and she deserved to be worshipped for all the crazy that came out of her mouth. And Dogzilla had me in stitches.
Luca started out a little reluctant, but he soon warmed up to all of Henri's quirks and I really appreciated how he realised all that she deserved and worked to get it for her. His family was insane and added to the awesome line up of secondary characters.
This whole book was so entertaining and reading this just made me feel happy. I would have liked to see a little vengeance but that probably wouldn't have fit with the spirit of the story, so I guess I'll just deal. Fingers crossed we get a lot more of our Copper Valley Fireballs.
#FieryForever
Title: Jock Blocked
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #1
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #1
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 19, 2020
Release Date: May 19, 2020
Blurb
She can’t let him score…
Call it superstition, but when a guy bats as hot as Brooks
Elliott, you don’t mess with what’s working. And what’s working is him keeping
his pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field.
So when I hear he’s planning to ditch his V-card now that
he’s been traded to baseball’s lovable losers—aka my home team and my reason
for living every March through October—I do what any rational, dedicated,
obsessed fan would do.
I make a plan to stop him.
But the thing about stopping him is that it requires
spending time with him.
Lots. And lots. And lots of time.
And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. Not
as the guy who’s going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home a
championship ring, but as the guy who’s helping me in my quest to bring back
the team’s old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. And
who would do almost anything for his love of the game.
But after all this time of jock-blocking him…do I even have
a chance?
And if I do, are we both destined to a life
of celibacy in the name of winning?
Jock Blocked is a home run of a romantic comedy
featuring the world’s most superstitious sports fan, baseball’s oldest virgin
hero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the best
lovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after more
satisfying than a game-winning grand slam.
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Mackenzie
Montana, aka a woman on a mission
I never
meant to become a criminal. But in the grand scheme of life, I don’t think I’m
technically engaging in criminal behavior.
At least,
if it is, you could call it a crime of passion.
And I am very
passionate in my belief that while the Fireballs need to make changes to halt
their record-breaking streak of being the worst losing team ever to play
professional baseball, they don’t need to do it with a new mascot. Which is why
I decided to take two weeks off work and fly to Florida for spring training,
where I’m not saying that I’ve snuck into my home team’s ballpark after hours
to steal the worst proposed mascot costume, but I’m not saying I haven’t
either.
Meatballs?
They
actually let a meatball make the final cut.
I needed at
least another full season to get over the fact that the new Fireballs ownership
killed the last mascot, and here they are, letting fans vote on replacing
Fiery the Dragon with flaming meatballs.
I snort to
myself while I creep through the darkened concrete hallways with a flaming
meatball swallowing half of my body.
If you’re
going to steal a giant meatball costume, it’s best to act like you know what
you’re doing. And striding out of here with zero shame means two things—one, no
one’s going to stop me, and two, even if they do, I’m incognito.
It’s the
perfect crime to counter the crime of killing Fiery.
I’m one
turn away from the door that I left propped open for myself after hiding out in
the family bathroom after today’s game when voices drift toward me.
One male.
One female.
Neither is
familiar, but as I get closer to my final turn, I realize the voices are
between me and my exit.
No biggie.
I got this.
I can
stroll on by, flash a thumbs-up, pretend like I’m heading out to prank the
Fireballs at the team compound they’re all staying at, or to make a fast-food
run for publicity.
Acting like
I know what I’m doing inside this mascot costume is as easy as breathing. When
you’ve seen thousands of baseball games in your lifetime, it’s not hard.
So I turn
the corner.
And then I
suck in a surprised breath, because that’s Brooks Elliott.
Oh. My.
God.
Brooks
Elliott.
The
Fireballs’ newest acquisition. Like, so new he arrived yesterday. A
mid-spring training acquisition, which is practically unheard of.
He plays
third base, and he hits the ball like it’s evil incarnate and he’s an avenging
angel and it’s his job to send that evil into another dimension.
He could be
the reason we legitimately have a shot at making it to the post-season.
And I am not
going to hyperventilate like I did the last time I was face-to-face with a
baseball player.
Pretending
to be a mascot?
I got this.
Talking to
the players?
It’s like
talking to the gods.
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Pippa Grant is a USA Today
Bestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run down
your leg. When she's not reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned
employee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her
adorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while
fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.
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