One bad call can change your entire season.

Casey

I was hot for him the first night we met. He burned hotter than the sun for the handful of hours we spent in bed. How immature to be bitter that I never called him back.

The second time we met was on the ball field. I couldn’t decide if his bad calls were directed at my team or me. But if I didn’t play nice, my team had a zero chance of winning the College World Series.

Pros: I got to enjoy his body, and sometimes he could be entertaining and pay for dinner.

Cons: His smart mouth made my blood boil.

Conclusion: I could make this work in my favor if I found a way to occupy his mouth.

Baylor

Casey checked every one of my boxes. So what if he couldn’t stand me? I think he loved the tension as much as I did.

Besides our petty bickering and his obsession with the worst team in the MLB, we were perfectly matched. He was the first man I slept with. What would it take to make him the last?

Bad Call is the second novel in the Boy Batter series. This enemies-to-lovers MM sports romance between a coach and an umpire has a bi-awakening, a one-night stand, and humiliation and degradation kink.