Calling the Curveball: a Small Town Sports Romance

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Can a summer fling last a lifetime?

When Jamie Lawson’s dream of making it to baseball’s big leagues crumbles in the wake of a devastating accident, he returns to small-town Minnesota to rebuild his life. Years later, his world has settled into a steady rhythm—until a community softball game brings Kira Walker into his life.

Recently divorced and trying to rediscover herself, Kira is only in town for the summer. She never expected to find herself captivated by the local umpire with a mysterious past.

Their chemistry is undeniable, sparking a summer fling neither of them saw coming. But as their connection deepens, Jamie still wrestles with the memories of the tragedy he’s never fully forgiven himself for—and the suspicion that maybe he doesn’t deserve the love that Kira offers.

Will he risk his heart for life’s biggest curveball—love?

You'll love Calling the Curveball if you enjoy:

⭐ Heartwarming, inspirational love stories
⭐ Small town charm
⭐ Forgiveness/redemption
⭐ Slow-burn relationships
⭐ Summer fling-to-more
⭐ Wounded hero
⭐ Sports romance
⭐ Return to hometown
⭐ Faith struggles

This novel is part of a larger series but can be read as a standalone.

Steam level: Mild intimate scenes

Calling the Curveball explores healing, resilience & forgiveness but addresses difficult experiences that may be triggering for some, including the loss of a spouse.

What Readers Say:

"A five-star read that will knock you out of the park!" - Sarah

"Tracey Kelly brought ALL the feels to the table with this one and I couldn’t get enough!" - Liz

"This story was an emotional roller coaster so make sure to have the tissues handy." - Vegas

💙 Sample Chapter

“I’m sorry,” she said softly.

His hands stopped moving. “You’re not the one who needs to be sorry,” he said. “You’re hurt.”

She took a shaky breath and tried to lighten things up. “I sure chose the wrong place to walk.”

“It was my fault,” he said.

She frowned. How did he figure that?

“We’ve got to get you to the canoe.” He drew in a breath. “I’ll carry you.”

“You can’t do that,” she said. “What about your knee?”

“My knee is fine,” he said.

“What about wrapping the ankle?”

“With what?” he said. “And you can’t walk barefoot through those woods.”

“Well, I’m not going to piggyback on you.” She crossed her arms. “And that’s final.”

He stood over her now. “You are obstinate, aren’t you?”

“That’s a recent development.” Her words were clipped as she thought about all the years she’d been… acquiescent. Then she reminded herself that Jamie had not been part of that. “I only pull it with people I care about, so…”

Those tawny-brown eyes that she’d first been attracted to were locked on hers, dark and stormy, impossible to read… and impossible to look away from.

It seemed like an eternity passed between them, but it was probably only seconds.

Then Jamie shucked off his shirt. He did it so quickly that Kira wasn’t prepared for the primal sensation that overrode any pain from her hands and ankle. Then again, maybe there was no preparing for it because Jamie’s torso was about as perfect as she had imagined. The tattoo on his shoulder tapered onto his chest, a barrel chest, completely bare of hair except… was that a happy trail?

She suppressed the desire to fan herself.

Jamie’s hand worked the T-shirt.

“What are you doing?” She managed to ask as a Rrrrrrrip broke the silence.

“We need something to wrap your ankle with,” he said.
“Yeah, but—”

Rrrrrrip.

“You got a better idea?” he said.

She looked down at her tank top. He noticed. “Using yours is not an option,” he said wryly.

Rrrrrrip.

He was right. “You like that phrase,” she grumbled. “’Not an option’.”

In this case, it was true.

Rrrrrrip.

She watched in dismay as Jamie reduced his shirt to shreds. She was so going to get him a new shirt.

Apparently satisfied with the state of his shirt, Jamie knelt again. Kira clamped her mouth shut as he went to work wrapping her ankle.