Reader's Edyn: Blitz: Out of My League by Sarah Sutton + GIVEAWAY

**Out of My League by Sarah Sutton**

Good Morning, Everyone! So thrilled to see you all today! Not too long ago, I had this author on the blog talking about this very book with the cover release! Today she is back and speaking about the fact that the book is now available. Yay! Please allow me to re-introduce to the blog, Sarah Sutton and her release OUT OF MY LEAGUE …

**SARAH SUTTON**

**BIO**

Sarah Sutton is a YA Romance author, bringing you stories about teenagers falling in love (sometimes with magic)

She spends her days dreaming up ideas with her two adorable puppies by her side being cheerleaders (and mega distractions).

To find out more about Ms. Sutton, please visit:

**OUT OF MY LEAGUE**

Publication date: June 16, 2020
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

**BLURB**

It’s all fun and games until someone catches feelings.

Sophia Wallace is convinced her life is over when her high school cuts the journalism program. Without the elective, she loses her chance to intern with the biggest newspaper company in the county, and why? All because the baseball team needs more funding.

To make matters worse, her boyfriend publicly dumps her at a party, which is mortifying. But the icing on the cake is when the captain of the baseball team and the most popular guy at Bayview High, Walsh Hunter, decides to be chivalrous. He jumps in, throws his arm around Sophia, and declares his undying love for her. In front of everyone.

Suddenly, Sophia is thrown into a world of fake relationships and undercover journalism, and she realizes she’s way, way out of her league.

Good thing she’s got the team captain to teach her how to play.

But faced with choosing between saving her journalism class or her newfound feelings for Walsh, will she strike out or hit a home run?

**EXCERPT **

Staring at his face, I noticed a faint, silvery scar underneath his right eye, as small as my thumbnail. I reached out with my free hand, tracing my fingertip along his skin. A featherlight touch, barely there. “What happened here?”

His gaze never left mine. “Baseball cleat. Fourth grade. One of my teammates threw it at me.”

“Some little league kid threw their shoe at you? Why?”

“I told him that he couldn’t bat very well.” Walsh shrugged. “He couldn’t take the truth.”

I snorted. “You were that kid? The dream crusher?”

“Well, someone had to be.” His small smile was unapologetic. “Ask me who the kid was.”

I looked at him for a moment before tipping my head. “No way. Scott?”

“Who else would be that aggressive as a fourth-grader?”

Dina pulled at my arm as I laughed, shaking my head at the thought of miniature Scott throwing a shoe at small Walsh. I stepped out from the tangle of leashes at our feet, glancing down. “Oh, your poor rich-boy shoes.”

“What?” Walsh looked at his feet. “Oh.”

Brown smeared the side of his expensive-looking shoe, probably coating along the bottom. “With dogs around, you should probably watch where you’re walking.”

Walsh let go of my hand to switch the leash and proceeded to try and smear the offensive substance onto the grass. “Now you tell me.”

“Should we clean the poop off your shoe together? Is that romantic?”

His response was dry. “Ha-ha.”

“What? Shouldn’t we get a photo and caption it, ‘This might’ve been an accident, but falling in love wasn’t’?”

“Watch it, or I’ll wipe it on your ankle.”

I jerked back just in case he tried it, nearly tripping over Dina’s wealth of leash.

Time passed as I stood at the door, enough for all thoughts of Scott to be scattered from my mind. So I jumped again when yet another knock came, lunging for the handle, ready to shout. “I swear, I will call the—”

But it wasn’t Scott.

Walsh stood on the other side of the door with his blond eyebrows high up on his forehead. “Nice to see you, too?”

“What are you doing here?” I was ten kinds of disoriented, staring at his figure standing against the fading sky. Did I conjure him from my thoughts? “Why aren’t you at the bay? Aren’t the fireworks starting soon?”

“I didn’t go,” he told me, slipping his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

“What? What do you mean you didn’t go? Where have you been for the past few hours, then?”

Walsh reached a hand out to me, palm up. “I can show you.”

As enticing as his words were, I hesitated, glancing at the picture on the wall as if somehow my parents could see me through it. “I can’t leave the house.”

“Your house,” he said, eyes vivid with energy, “or your yard?”

Uh. “What?”

Walsh grabbed my hand and led me out onto my front porch, then down the two steps. “Close your eyes,” he commanded, his other hand coming around to my other shoulder to guide me. “I promise I won’t let you trip over anything.”

“Walsh—”

“Shh. Just say ‘yes, Walsh’ and close your eyes.”

I gritted my teeth but relented, swaying as my vision filled with black. “I hate surprises.”

Walsh pressed firmer against my side, his chest touching my shoulder, a smile in his voice. “I think you’ll like this one.”

Grass crunched beneath my bare toes as he moved me along, but I remained a good sport and kept my eyes sealed. Though it was silly, my heart started to beat faster, the anticipation making me nervous. His hands that curved over my shoulders were gentle, the pressure steady, his body close enough behind me that I could practically feel his proximity.

“Relax,” Walsh said, guiding me to a halt. “Your shoulders are so tense. I’m not about to kill you and stuff you in my trunk.”

“Your trunk’s huge. You seriously think you’d have to stuff me into it?”

Walsh was close enough that I could feel him chuckle.

“Can I open my eyes now?”

Walsh hesitated for a moment before he let go entirely. “Yes.”

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