“The books has some unexpected twists and turns as the likeable but somewhat hapless
Jace grows into a young man who takes responsibility for his life and his
choices. Softball aficionados will have a particular affinity for this book
because its game descriptions are extensive and detailed. Those who don’t know
softball will come to like and admire the young protagonist.” Gretchen Hirsch, author and book doctor
“I enjoyed this young adult novel by Clay Cormany. The story told from a guy’s
perspective made it especially interesting. I think a lot of young women would
enjoy seeing romance from a guy’s point of view. I also liked that the novel
was innocent without gratuitous sex or swear words.” Paulita Kincer,
author of The Summer of France and Trail Mix
“Like the spin on a fastball, Fast-Pitch Love puts a new spin on the age old
boy meets girl phenomenon. And what a wonderful spin it is. Clay Cormany weaves
together the twin themes of teenage infatuation and a girls’ softball team.
Along the way he does a wonderful job of mixing the excitement of youth sports
with the impending showdown between two suitors of the same pretty girl.”
“Fast-Pitch Love is an unusual
coming-of-age story since it’s told from the guy’s point of view. The
characters are likeable and believable; the action well paced. You don’t need
to be a softball player, or even an athlete, to thoroughly enjoy Fast-Pitch
EXCERPT 1 from Chapter One (373 Words)
The skinny student recoiled from the push, his back thumping into the wall behind him. His books fell to the floor as he raised his hands to guard against the punch that seemed imminent.
“Don’t hit me, Carson,” the student pleaded.“I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Carson Ealy, all two hundred thirty pounds of him, loomed over the frightened student like a hungry bear. “How can you say you ‘didn’t mean anything by it,’?” he snarled. “You asked her out, didn’t you?”
“Not … not really. I just thought Stephanie might like to stop by my house to … to see my tropical fish. She … she … she lives just around the corner from me and now that school’s out –”
“Shut up!” Carson yelled. He grabbed the quivering boy under the armpits and lifted him until his shoes dangled at least a foot off the floor. “Stephanie doesn’t want to see your stupid fish or your Barbie dolls or your beanie baby collection. She doesn’t even want you to ask her the time of day. And you know something else?”
The student, his face whiter than paste, shook his head.
“I don’t want you to either cause if you do, I’m going to twist your head off. Capisce?
The student nodded frantically. “Yeah, yeah, sure, I cap –”
Carson dropped the kid like an unwanted toy and watched him slink away. The handful of students who witnessed the encounter also began to walk on. Some of them might not have known what it was all about, but Jace Waldron did. He knew the skinny student made the near-fatal mistake of putting a move on Stephanie Thornapple. Jace had never made that mistake – but he sure thought about it.
A new student at Ridgeview High, Stephanie joined Jace’s American history class right after Christmas break. She sat a little ahead of him and one row to the right, giving him a near-perfect position to admire her near-perfect beauty. Only minutes before watching Carson bully the student with tropical fish, Jace had gazed at Stephanie while working on his history final. In the midst of answering questions about the Great Depression and the Cold War, he imagined himself making out with her.
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