Our hero and heroine have a lot of obstacles in their way in HOME RUN by Heidi McLoughlin. Cooper's career, both its success and his stumbles since meeting Ainsley, provide most of the main ones, but Ainsley's got some inner baggage that works against them as well.
In terms of literary tropes, this conflict is both internal and external and the two poles feed off each other. For every resolution of the external, another internal one needs to be dealt with, and vice versa. This process means that the story progresses very realistically, but can try the patience of some readers.
I didn't love this book - Cooper just wasn't my favorite in a way I was never able to put my finger on - and doubt I'll re-read it, but it is a solid contributor in McLoughlin's Boys of Summer series. I liked seeing him have to grow some humility and to figure out that baseball is a temporary mistress, not one that lasts.
Fans of baseball romance will most likely enjoy HOME RUN, as well as anyone who enjoys stories that deal with celebrities vs. normals.
Cooper Bailey finally has a shot at being a major league ballplayer, but it will take all his focus and energy during spring training to make it happen. Complicating things is his instantaneous connection with Ainsley Burke. He can't get enough of her, and before he knows it, they're spending every night together. But as happy as he is off the field, his focus on it is suffering, and he isn't willing to risk his lifelong dream over a girl. But without Ainsley, Cooper's miserable, and his game is still off. No matter what he tries, he can't get her out of his head, and he's starting to realize that maybe he doesn't want to. Baseball is just a game, but Ainsley might be the real thing. Now he just has to convince her of that.
“Can I call you, sometime?” Ainsley looks down at the ground and crosses her arms over her chest. “Listen, I’m sure you’re a nice guy and all, but I don’t date baseball players. You guys all come in here, acting sweet and caring about the kids, but will be gone in two months. We’re forgotten all about until next spring training.” From her spiel, I can tell someone has hurt her in the past, but I’m not willing to give up. There’s no way I can now. “Whoa, why the one-eighty?” “Excuse me?” “I mean, a second ago I sort of thought… never mind.” I shake my head and start to walk away, only to turn back. “I don’t know about the other guys. I only know me, and I’m not like that. I’d like to prove myself. Just one date to show you that I’m genuine?” She shakes her head no again, but there’s a glint in her eye that tells me she’s thinking about it. “I’m sorry I can’t.” Ainsley is walking away before I can even think to form a rebuttal. Our left fielder is there to pick up the pieces and remind me that I just had the first strike out of my major league career. Wonderful. I drag my sorry ass out toward the waiting bus with my head hanging in shame. I thought for sure I’d at least get her number and be able to convince her that I’m not an epic douche like some of the other guys. Just as my foot touches the bottom step, my name is called from behind. In a heart-stopping moment, I think it’s Ainsley, only to find another female worker running toward me. I step away and wait for her to get to me. “Here,” she says, slipping a piece of paper into my hand. When I look at what’s written on it, I’m surprised to see Ainsley’s name and what I’m assuming is her number. “She’ll kill me if she knew I did this, but it’s her cell. Sweep her off her feet. She deserves it.” The woman winks before running back toward the zoo. Our catcher slaps me on my shoulder. “Well, you lucky dog.”
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