RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Liar,
Liar, Hearts on Fire
Series: Bro
Code #3
Authors: Pippa
Grant
Genre:
Romantic Comedy
Release Date:
March 24, 2020
BLURB
Never borrow pants from your brother. Especially if he’s a size smaller
than you are, because all that pressure in the junk will short-circuit
your brain.
And you’ll lie to a woman in a club about your real name.
Leave her unsatisfied after making out in a bathroom.
Then find out that she’s the one thing standing in the way of your
dreams. And she very much doesn’t like being lied to.
Now I have to convince Lila Valentine—the woman I can’t stop thinking
about, my biggest regret, and my new boss—that I’m what’s best for the
baseball team she’s inherited.
If we can’t work together to save the Fireballs, the commissioner’s
forcing a sale and moving them across the country.
I’ll do anything to save my home team.
But the one thing I can’t do?
Keep my hands to myself.
Which would be fine, if she hadn’t been telling me lies this whole time
too.
Liar, Liar,
Hearts on Fire is a rocking fun romance between a single dad obsessed
with baseball, an heiress with secrets, baseball pants, a rundown team,
and rabid ducks. It stands alone and comes with a guaranteed
happily-ever-after.
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EXCERPT
The squawking erupts again nearby and saves me. There are no visible
chickens on the field, and it gets louder as we approach the dugout on
the first base side.
Louder and more intense.
Very intense.
Like, are there chicken police? Because we might need the chicken
police.
I drift directly behind Tripp while we approach the noise, shameless in
using him as a human shield if this is a chicken uprising. What's that
movie? The one with the apes that rebel and take over the world? That's
what this sounds like, except with feathers and clucks instead of
chest-pounding and grunts.
"Should we call security?" My self-defense classes didn't
cover protecting yourself from rabid chickens.
"That'd be a foul," he murmurs. And then chuckles to himself,
and oh my god.
"Foul—fowl?
Like a bird-fowl? Did you just make a dad joke at a time like
this?"
"A time like this? You mean a random Tuesday night at a deserted
ball field?"
"At a time when the chickens are gathering for a ritualistic sacrifice
of one of their own."
His shoulders shake, and he seems to be struggling to cough.
"Oh, god, did you inhale a feather? Is that how this starts? They
shed their feathers to choke us to death?"
"Please don't talk about chickens and choking in the same sentence."
"That was not a
dad joke."
"No, it was—oh. Duck."
I squat low, spinning to see what I'm ducking from.
Tripp flips his flashlight on me. I squint and cover my head.
"Stop! I can't see! What's coming?"
"Lila. Ducks. Ducks.
Not chickens. It's mating ducks."
He swings the flashlight to the dugout, and—oh.
Oh.
"Is it...supposed to be that violent?"
There are two ducks under the bench in the dugout, one flapping its
wings and chasing the other, who's squawking so loudly she could wake
the dead.
And— "Ohmygod,
I did not need
to see that!"
Duck penis.
Duck penis.
Oh my god. Duck penis. Duck
penis should not look like that.
Tripp's bent double laughing.
"Where's security?" I demand. "Hello? Security? Security? I'll
give whoever removes this duck a ten-thousand-dollar bonus. Right
now."
No one comes running for ten grand, because no one can hear me.
The squawking. It's a cry for help.
"It's nature," Tripp says. He's wiping his eyes now, he's
laughing so hard. "Give 'em a few. They'll finish up."
The girl duck is racing back and forth under the bench.
The boy duck is chasing her with
that thing.
And I am not having
it. "Shoo. Shoo!"
"Lila!" Tripp calls, but I'm already gone.
Flapping my arms. Yelling. Charging the dugout and the ducks.
Why are they even here? There's no pond here. Winter's coming. They
should be flying to the Caribbean for Mai Tais and sunshine.
And instead, they're ruining the sanctity of my ballpark.
"Shoo!" I yell again.
I hit the stairs down to the long covered bench, and the boy duck
suddenly seems to realize I'm coming at him.
He turns, pointing that
thing at me, flaps his wings, and gets this evil glint
in his eyes that means I really should've thought about what I was
doing before I came in here.
"Woo her nicely,"
I snap.
He squawks—no, quacks at
me.
Crap.
I need to go back to kindergarten to learn my animal sounds again. I'm
a city girl. We don't do farm animals.
"And put
that thing away!"
"Lila." Tripp's laughing so hard he's wheezing. He grabs my
elbow and tugs. "Let the ducks be."
"I'd let it be if he wasn't attacking her."
"Maybe that's how ducks have sex."
"Then maybe
ducks shouldn't exist."
"QQQUUUUAAAACCCCCKKKKK!"
the boy duck yells.
It's like a Braveheart yell,
and I realize I'm asking the wrong question.
I shouldn't be asking why
is the duck assaulting the other duck in a dugout?
I should be asking what
have humans previously done to this duck because he's going to kill me?
It charges, wings flapping.
I scream and take off running. Tripp mutters a well-timed, oh, fuck and
runs with me. "The other dugout," he shouts, pointing to the
dugout on the third base side.
Another light flashes up in the stands.
"Security!" I yell. "Arrest the duck! Arrest the duck!"
It's gaining on us. Quacking louder. And it can fly. It can fly.
It's going to swoop over us, poop on our heads, and whack us with
that—that—that mutant penis and
then scoop us up in its talons, and—"Aaah! It got me. It got me!"
It bit me on
the butt.
"Don't fuck with nature," Tripp grunts.
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AUTHOR BIO
Pippa Grant is a USA Today Bestselling author who writes romantic
comedies that will make tears run down your leg. When she's not
reading, writing or sleeping, she's being crowned employee of the month
as a stay-at-home mom and housewife trying to prepare her adorable
demon spawn to be productive members of society, all the while
fantasizing about long walks on the beach with hot chocolate chip
cookies.
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