Take Me Out: A Baseball Romance

Bernie Bridges (32f) shouldn't be waiting by her phone. She shouldn't be sitting half naked on the counter of her small apartment waiting for the call to connect. Then his scratchy hello came into her ear and she was done. She heard his breath, his aching stutter and she shivered like his stubble was running down her body. Over the last week, her body disobeyed, her hands shook, and nothing seemed to make sense until he appeared on her small phone screen. Dragging his hoodie over his head in his dark hotel room, crawling across the crisp sheets and leaning into the camera. She felt her body and mind ease into the easy answer right in front of them.

Andy Lamb (35m) would be back in Toronto in less than three days. The last week on the road had felt like one of the longest of his lengthy career. His teammates eyes were on him since he was late for the bus. The interest picked up after their last home game. As he stood on deck the cameras saw the woman in the expensive seats behind home plate. The cameras found the woman that he kept turning around to check was actually there and then had asked why she was there and that was caught on camera too.

It was more than a soft launch. The little breadcrumbs of their triste had been made a meal of by online commentators. Their pasts dragged up. Their worst moments unearthed. But... heck... they looked really, really good together. They felt really good together.

A hard launch. Andy was ready for it, he was just waiting for Bernie to say, Take Me Out.

Take Me Out is a story that leaps off the page and into the stands. Bernie and Andy are seductive, empathetic, and often hilarious leading romantic characters looking for redemption and finding romance. The novel weaves through fanfic, romance tropes and the thrill of online voyeurism to highlight the construction and consumption of small screen identities in this provocative season with season.