Moonshot

Moonshot

<b>Baseball wasn’t supposed to be a game of life and death… </b><br><br> The summer that Chase Stern entered my life, I was seventeen. The daughter of a legend, the Yankees were my family, their stadium my home, their dugout my workplace. My focus was on the game. Chase … he started out as a distraction. A distraction with sex appeal poured into every inch of his six foot frame. A distraction who played like a god and partied like a devil. <br><br> I tried to stay away. I couldn’t. <br><br> Then, the team started losing. <br> Women started dying. <br> <b>And everything in my perfect world broke apart.</b>