RELEASE BLITZ – Jock Blocked by Pippa Grant




Title: Jock Blocked
Series: Copper Valley Fireballs #1
Author: Pippa Grant
Genre: Romantic Comedy
 Release Date: May 19, 2020



Blurb

She can’t let him score…


Call it superstition, but when a guy bats as hot as BrooksElliott, you don’t mess with what’s working. And what’s working is him keepinghis pants zipped and doing all of his scoring on the field.


So when I hear he’s planning to ditch his V-card now thathe’s been traded to baseball’s lovable losers—aka my home team and my reasonfor 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 requiresspending time with him.


Lots. And lots. And lots of time.


And the more time I spend with him, the more I like him. Notas the guy who’s going to help save my favorite team and finally bring home achampionship ring, but as the guy who’s helping me in my quest to bring backthe team’s old mascot. Who also loves making pancake and bacon sandwiches. Andwho would do almost anything for his love of the game.


But after all this time of jock-blocking him…do I even havea chance?


And if I do, are we both destined to a lifeof celibacy in the name of winning?


Jock Blocked is a home run of a romantic comedyfeaturing the world’s most superstitious sports fan, baseball’s oldest virginhero, a rogue meatball, an adorable puppy with a cussing problem, and the bestlovable losers. It stands alone and comes with a happily ever after moresatisfying than a game-winning grand slam.

REVIEW ➼ Jock Blocked by Pippa Grant





Excerpt

MackenzieMontana, aka a woman on a mission

I nevermeant to become a criminal. But in the grand scheme of life, I don’t think I’mtechnically engaging in criminal behavior.

At least,if it is, you could call it a crime of passion.

And I am verypassionate in my belief that while the Fireballs need to make changes to halttheir record-breaking streak of being the worst losing team ever to playprofessional baseball, they don’t need to do it with a new mascot. Which is whyI 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 hoursto steal the worst proposed mascot costume, but I’m not saying I haven’teither.

Meatballs?
Theyactually let a meatball make the final cut.

I needed atleast another full season to get over the fact that the new Fireballs ownershipkilled the last mascot, and here they are, letting fans vote on replacingFiery the Dragon with flaming meatballs.

I snort tomyself while I creep through the darkened concrete hallways with a flamingmeatball swallowing half of my body.

If you’regoing to steal a giant meatball costume, it’s best to act like you know whatyou’re doing. And striding out of here with zero shame means two things—one, noone’s going to stop me, and two, even if they do, I’m incognito.
It’s theperfect crime to counter the crime of killing Fiery.

I’m oneturn away from the door that I left propped open for myself after hiding out inthe family bathroom after today’s game when voices drift toward me.

One male.
One female.
Neither isfamiliar, but as I get closer to my final turn, I realize the voices arebetween me and my exit.

No biggie.

I got this.

I canstroll on by, flash a thumbs-up, pretend like I’m heading out to prank theFireballs at the team compound they’re all staying at, or to make a fast-foodrun for publicity.

Acting likeI know what I’m doing inside this mascot costume is as easy as breathing. Whenyou’ve seen thousands of baseball games in your lifetime, it’s not hard.

So I turnthe corner.

And then Isuck in a surprised breath, because that’s Brooks Elliott.

Oh. My.God.

BrooksElliott.

TheFireballs’ newest acquisition. Like, so new he arrived yesterday. Amid-spring training acquisition, which is practically unheard of.

He playsthird base, and he hits the ball like it’s evil incarnate and he’s an avengingangel and it’s his job to send that evil into another dimension.

He could bethe reason we legitimately have a shot at making it to the post-season.

And I am notgoing to hyperventilate like I did the last time I was face-to-face with abaseball player.

Pretendingto be a mascot?

I got this.

Talking tothe players?

It’s liketalking to the gods.






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Author Bio

Pippa Grant is a USA TodayBestselling author who writes romantic comedies that will make tears run downyour leg. When she’s not reading, writing or sleeping, she’s being crownedemployee of the month as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare heradorable demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the whilefantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip cookies.


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