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ideje: 2019. január 18.
Sorozat:
Waiting on the Sidelines
A
sorozat kötetei:
Waiting
on the Sidelines
Going
Long
The
Hail Mary
Fülszöveg:
Sixteen
years is a long time. In a marriage, it’s a milestone. On the gridiron, it’s a
miracle. Reed Johnson wants more time for everything, but time is funny that
way.
It
can be cruel.
With
a body that can’t quite take the hits it used to and a heart tired of being
torn in two different directions, Reed is faced with a reality he’s not quite
ready for—life without the game. He became a man under Friday night game lights
and in college stadium tunnels, and without the grit and the glory that’s
earned ten yards at a time, he’s afraid of what kind of man he’ll be.
But
there’s more than a game at stake now.
Reed’s
wife, Nolan, is afraid too. She’s seen what can happen when the love of her
life pushes himself too hard, and she can’t escape the nightmares she relives
after almost losing her entire world to one single play on the field.
There
is no compromise when it comes to football. Same goes for the heart. You’re
either all in, or you get crushed. For Reed and Nolan, the clock is ticking
down. Time…it does that. One way or another, they’re going to have to make a
choice.
This
is their hail Mary.
This
is win or lose.
(The
Hail Mary is book 3 in The Waiting Series, which follows high school
sweethearts Reed Johnson and Nolan Lennox through football, life, love and
everything messy that goes along with it. The series begins with Waiting on the
Sidelines and Going Long.)
Ginger Scott Waiting on the Sidelines című trilógiájának utolsó kötete várhatóan január 18-án fog megjelenni. A The Hail Mary a Waiting on the Sidelines és a Going Long után ajánlanám olvasni, mert mindhárom kötet ugyanarról a párról szól.
Ma egy kis betekintést is nyerhetünk a regénybe, íme egy kis beleolvasó:
BELEOLVASÓ
Behind
us, my brother’s voice bellows over some touchdown I’m sure he’ll tell me about
the minute I step inside. For as much as I love this game and it gives me life,
I really hate talking about it like a fan. It’s like seeing behind the scenes at
Disneyland—magic gets lost.
I
know Nolan won’t want to talk about the Sunday games.
“You
wanna go for a walk?” I say without giving my brain a chance to stop my mouth
from asking.
Nolan
laughs at first, but when she sees I’m serious, she glances over her shoulder
then looks back to me.
“Alright,”
she smirks.
I
nod toward the driveway, and we both step at the same time. As much as the area
has grown, our family’s place is still set off from most of the rest of town.
That won’t be the case when we sell off the back acreage, but it’s the right
developer and the right time. Still—I’m going to miss the lonely feeling of our
main road one day. Lonely isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes, it clears your
head.
“Please
say this wasn’t the tattoo boy that made her go to the desert party,” I say,
feeling my fist tighten in my pocket just at the mention of him.
Nolan
laughs lightly.
“No,
Reed. You’ll be glad to know that this boy is a quarterback,” she says.
“Ah
hell.” I roll my eyes and look up at karma.
“Yep.
He’s fifteen. Sophomore.”
I
want to finish her sentence with “and he’s dead,” but that’s just my daddy
blood boiling.
“She’s
a freshman. And she’s not allowed to date,” I say instead, knowing that’s not
true and won’t be enforced. Nolan lets my rant go without acknowledgement, so
we walk a little longer in silence, our legs turning on instinct to head into
town.
“Is
he good at least?” I grumble my question, and when she doesn’t answer me right
away, I glance to my right to catch her grin.
“What?”
“Nothing,”
she says, teasingly. “It’s just…he might have broken your freshman record for
passing yards. And he maybe wears your number. And his name might be Ryan.”
I
stop walking and she takes a few more steps away from me before turning and
walking backward to face me.
“I’m
kidding…” She points at me and laughs. All I can do is shake my head. My relief
is short, though, because she’s only kidding about that last part.
“His
name’s Bryce. He’s a nice kid. Just a little…misguided.” Her eyes dance on mine
with that word, the same one her mom used to say about me when we were in high
school.
“I’m
going to hate him,” I say, catching back up to her stride.
“Nah…”
she says.
“I
disagree.” I’m firm about it. I don’t care if the kid ends up winning state. I
won’t like him. Wait…
“How’d
they do at state last year?” I ask.
She
doesn’t say it out loud. It’s in the expression she wears, mouth higher on one
side and eyes lifted. My daughter is dating a mini me. Damnit all to hell.
The
sun is getting higher, and I know Nolan’s starting to feel the heat on our
walk, so I offer to turn around, but she insists we keep going. I don’t fight
her on it because these roads have a healing power to them. It’s why Nolan
wouldn’t let my dad sell everything and move into a care place, why she moved
in and why her and I both agreed this was where we wanted Peyton to go to high
school. We can afford for my dad to be anywhere, which means we can also afford
to bring therapists and doctors to us. This little piece of our history is too
important.
The
press box comes into view and the scent of barbecue hits my nose at the same
time, making me salivate.
“Fundraiser?”
I ask.
“It’s
homecoming week.” Noles flits her gaze to me for a few seconds, and a thousand
memories flood in. I’d give anything to get a redo on some of our school
dances. On homecoming, especially.
That’s
why she was alright with the heat. She knew this destination would scratch at
my soul. It does the job.
“Come
here,” I say, slowing down my walk as she gets a few paces ahead. She turns to
face me and I reach out my hand.
Bashful
eyes haven’t aged a day, I swear to God. Her mouth curves in suspicion—as it
should. I curl my fingers, gesturing for her to take my hand, and my head tilts
to the side.
“Come
on, I won’t bite,” I say, and her head turns a fraction to the right as her
eyes dim.
We
stay in this standoff for a few seconds, eyes locked and every chase in our
past flowing through our minds. I don’t mask it well, and when I reach for her
she squeals and takes off in a sprint toward the field.
“You
know I’m going to catch you!” I call after her as she rounds the fence and
swings the gate closed behind her in an effort to slow me down.
I
grab the top and swing my legs over in a jump, a little impressed with myself
when I don’t biff the landing or get hurt. Noles glances over her shoulder, her
long hair a twisted mess that covers most of her eyes, but she still sees me.
Her laughter gets wild, this giggle that’s so damned reminiscent of the school
girl I fell for two decades ago.
We
make it to the track and she slows up, giving in for my arms to lift her up
over my shoulder and walk her the rest of the way into the end zone. I spin her
a few times until I’m dizzy and then I let her body slide back down to the damp
grass, my arms still around her.
This
feels good.
It
won’t last.
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BOOK
PROFILE
Publishing
date: January 18th, 2019
Series:
Waiting on the Sidelines
Books
in the series:
Waiting
on the Sidelines
Going
Long
The
Hail Mary
Blurb:
Sixteen
years is a long time. In a marriage, it’s a milestone. On the gridiron, it’s a
miracle. Reed Johnson wants more time for everything, but time is funny that
way.
It
can be cruel.
With
a body that can’t quite take the hits it used to and a heart tired of being
torn in two different directions, Reed is faced with a reality he’s not quite
ready for—life without the game. He became a man under Friday night game lights
and in college stadium tunnels, and without the grit and the glory that’s
earned ten yards at a time, he’s afraid of what kind of man he’ll be.
But
there’s more than a game at stake now.
Reed’s
wife, Nolan, is afraid too. She’s seen what can happen when the love of her
life pushes himself too hard, and she can’t escape the nightmares she relives
after almost losing her entire world to one single play on the field.
There
is no compromise when it comes to football. Same goes for the heart. You’re
either all in, or you get crushed. For Reed and Nolan, the clock is ticking
down. Time…it does that. One way or another, they’re going to have to make a
choice.
This
is their hail Mary.
This
is win or lose.
(The
Hail Mary is book 3 in The Waiting Series, which follows high school
sweethearts Reed Johnson and Nolan Lennox through football, life, love and
everything messy that goes along with it. The series begins with Waiting on the
Sidelines and Going Long.)
The Hail Mary by Ginger Scott is releasing on January 18th. It is the third book in Waiting on the Sidelines trilogy, and you need to read Waiting on the Sidelines and Going Long before you start The Hail Mary.
Now, here is a little sneak peek into the novel, enjoy this little excerpt:
EXCERPT
Behind
us, my brother’s voice bellows over some touchdown I’m sure he’ll tell me about
the minute I step inside. For as much as I love this game and it gives me life,
I really hate talking about it like a fan. It’s like seeing behind the scenes at
Disneyland—magic gets lost.
I
know Nolan won’t want to talk about the Sunday games.
“You
wanna go for a walk?” I say without giving my brain a chance to stop my mouth
from asking.
Nolan
laughs at first, but when she sees I’m serious, she glances over her shoulder
then looks back to me.
“Alright,”
she smirks.
I
nod toward the driveway, and we both step at the same time. As much as the area
has grown, our family’s place is still set off from most of the rest of town.
That won’t be the case when we sell off the back acreage, but it’s the right
developer and the right time. Still—I’m going to miss the lonely feeling of our
main road one day. Lonely isn’t always a bad thing. Sometimes, it clears your
head.
“Please
say this wasn’t the tattoo boy that made her go to the desert party,” I say,
feeling my fist tighten in my pocket just at the mention of him.
Nolan
laughs lightly.
“No,
Reed. You’ll be glad to know that this boy is a quarterback,” she says.
“Ah
hell.” I roll my eyes and look up at karma.
“Yep.
He’s fifteen. Sophomore.”
I
want to finish her sentence with “and he’s dead,” but that’s just my daddy
blood boiling.
“She’s
a freshman. And she’s not allowed to date,” I say instead, knowing that’s not
true and won’t be enforced. Nolan lets my rant go without acknowledgement, so
we walk a little longer in silence, our legs turning on instinct to head into
town.
“Is
he good at least?” I grumble my question, and when she doesn’t answer me right
away, I glance to my right to catch her grin.
“What?”
“Nothing,”
she says, teasingly. “It’s just…he might have broken your freshman record for
passing yards. And he maybe wears your number. And his name might be Ryan.”
I
stop walking and she takes a few more steps away from me before turning and
walking backward to face me.
“I’m
kidding…” She points at me and laughs. All I can do is shake my head. My relief
is short, though, because she’s only kidding about that last part.
“His
name’s Bryce. He’s a nice kid. Just a little…misguided.” Her eyes dance on mine
with that word, the same one her mom used to say about me when we were in high
school.
“I’m
going to hate him,” I say, catching back up to her stride.
“Nah…”
she says.
“I
disagree.” I’m firm about it. I don’t care if the kid ends up winning state. I
won’t like him. Wait…
“How’d
they do at state last year?” I ask.
She
doesn’t say it out loud. It’s in the expression she wears, mouth higher on one
side and eyes lifted. My daughter is dating a mini me. Damnit all to hell.
The
sun is getting higher, and I know Nolan’s starting to feel the heat on our
walk, so I offer to turn around, but she insists we keep going. I don’t fight
her on it because these roads have a healing power to them. It’s why Nolan
wouldn’t let my dad sell everything and move into a care place, why she moved
in and why her and I both agreed this was where we wanted Peyton to go to high
school. We can afford for my dad to be anywhere, which means we can also afford
to bring therapists and doctors to us. This little piece of our history is too
important.
The
press box comes into view and the scent of barbecue hits my nose at the same
time, making me salivate.
“Fundraiser?”
I ask.
“It’s
homecoming week.” Noles flits her gaze to me for a few seconds, and a thousand
memories flood in. I’d give anything to get a redo on some of our school
dances. On homecoming, especially.
That’s
why she was alright with the heat. She knew this destination would scratch at
my soul. It does the job.
“Come
here,” I say, slowing down my walk as she gets a few paces ahead. She turns to
face me and I reach out my hand.
Bashful
eyes haven’t aged a day, I swear to God. Her mouth curves in suspicion—as it
should. I curl my fingers, gesturing for her to take my hand, and my head tilts
to the side.
“Come
on, I won’t bite,” I say, and her head turns a fraction to the right as her
eyes dim.
We
stay in this standoff for a few seconds, eyes locked and every chase in our
past flowing through our minds. I don’t mask it well, and when I reach for her
she squeals and takes off in a sprint toward the field.
“You
know I’m going to catch you!” I call after her as she rounds the fence and
swings the gate closed behind her in an effort to slow me down.
I
grab the top and swing my legs over in a jump, a little impressed with myself
when I don’t biff the landing or get hurt. Noles glances over her shoulder, her
long hair a twisted mess that covers most of her eyes, but she still sees me.
Her laughter gets wild, this giggle that’s so damned reminiscent of the school
girl I fell for two decades ago.
We
make it to the track and she slows up, giving in for my arms to lift her up
over my shoulder and walk her the rest of the way into the end zone. I spin her
a few times until I’m dizzy and then I let her body slide back down to the damp
grass, my arms still around her.
This
feels good.
It
won’t last.
TEASERS
PURCHASE
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