#BlogTour Playing It Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby, #2) by Amy Andrews #SydneySmoke #Sports #Rugby #ComingSoon #Series @AmyAndrewsbooks @RSofRomance

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#BlogTour Playing It Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby, #2) by Amy Andrews #SydneySmoke #Sports #Rugby #ComingSoon #Series @AmyAndrewsbooks @RSofRomance

#BlogTour Playing It Cool (Sydney Smoke Rugby, #2) by Amy Andrews #SydneySmoke #Sports #Rugby #ComingSoon #Series @AmyAndrewsbooks @RSofRomancePlaying It Cool by Amy Andrews
Series: Sydney Smoke Rugby #2
Published by Entangled Publishing on September 12th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance, Sports
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Harper Nugent might have a little extra junk in her trunk, but her stepbrother calling her out on it is the last straw When rugby hottie, Dexter Blake, witnesses the insult, he surprises Harper by asking her out. In front of her dumbass brother. Score! Of course, she knows its not for reals, but Dex wont take no for an answer.

Dexter BlakeÔÇÖs life revolves around rugby with one hard and fast rule: no women. Sure, his left hand is getting a workout, but he's focused on his career for now. Then he overhears an asshat reporter belittle the curvy chick he'd been secretly ogling. What's a guy to do but ask her out? ItÔÇÖs just a little revenge against a poser, and then he'll get his head back in the game.

But the date is better than either expected. So is the next one. And the next. And the heat between themsizzles their clothes right off.

Suddenly, this fake relationship is feeling all too real

Who would have thought IÔÇÖm going to fall in love with a bunch of rugby players! IÔÇÖm a hockey girl, and yet, I think I have to start watching rugby any way I can. IÔÇÖm in love with this series.

Playing it Cool an old tale, curvy girl meets sexy athlete. Yet, this one comes with a very unique and interesting twist.
Harper Nugent is a curvy girlÔÇöalways was, always will be. She doesnÔÇÖt believe in diets and trying to twist herself into being who society, and especially her stepbrother and stepmother, think she ought to be. She deals with mean comments from both of them on a daily basis, and while her self-esteem is not what it could be, sheÔÇÖs not ridden by self-doubt either. SheÔÇÖs a realist however, and happy with her life. She has her dream job, trusted friends, and an active social life. SheÔÇÖs a strong heroine and doesnÔÇÖt need anyone to save her.

Yet, when her brotherÔÇöa sports reporterÔÇöhumiliates her in front of Dexter Blake and his teammates, Dex steps up to the plate and asks her out on a date. What starts out as a way to piss off HarperÔÇÖs stepbrother and mother, turns into something more very quickly. Dex though, doesnÔÇÖt want a relationship and the distraction it brings. He is convinced he canÔÇÖt have a successful career and relationship. Prioritizing is the only way he knows how to function, since itÔÇÖs the one thing who brought him to where he is now.

But can they overcome their insecurities, set their stubbornness aside, and give this an actual try? Or will DexÔÇÖs will to succeed no matter what tear them apart for good?

I truly loved Playing it Cool. It was entertaining, sweet, sexy, heartbreaking, and funny. Unfortunately, it was also shortÔÇöway too short. Dex and Harper might have started out as platonic friends to piss off her family, but their innate chemistry is scorching. But it wasnÔÇÖt all about the sexual chemistry, it was about their connection on a deeper level that was truly beautiful, even if they both fought it most of the time. TheyÔÇÖre both amazingly developed characters who will make you fall in love with them from page one. I certainly did.

If you are in the mood for a sweet, sexy read whoÔÇÖll make you cry and cheer right along with Harper and Dex, Playing it Cool is the book for you. And letÔÇÖs not forget sexy, hot rugby players! I canÔÇÖt wait for the next one in the series!

~Review by Anja

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Dexter Blake liked a woman with some junk in her trunk. And the tall, curvy chick on the sidelines was packing a whole lot of booty. She had one of those itty-bitty waists, too. And her cups flowethÔÇÖd over.

Staring at her chest was practically a religious experience.

Unfortunately, she only had eyes for Chuck Nugent, the pretty boy sports reporter for Channel Five. He was currently doing his sycophantish spiel on the field, a cameraman following him around as he interviewed the players still milling around for their obligatory post-match interviews.

She was impatient for his attention, too, if her pacing was anything to go by.

Lucky bastard.

As far as Dex was concerned, she could keep pacing. Watching everything jiggle was the cherry on the top of his pie tonight. There was nothing better than winning a hard-fought game of rugby union. But watching a fine-looking woman strutting her stuff came a very close second.

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖd say donÔÇÖt look now, booty at six oÔÇÖclock, but I can see youÔÇÖre ahead of me.ÔÇØ

Dex smiled at Tanner Stone, the captain of the Sydney Smoke and his good mate, as he pulled up beside him then dropped at the waist to stretch out his hamstrings.

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know what youÔÇÖre talking about.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hey, Dex,ÔÇØ Bodie Webb said as he pulled up on the other side. ÔÇ£Your kinda ass on the sideline.ÔÇØ

A low whistle came from behind them. ÔÇ£I hope youÔÇÖre planning on hitting that, Dex,ÔÇØ Lincoln Quinn murmured as he also appeared, casually waving at some teenage girls hollering at him from the dispersing crowd.

Dex chuckled. ÔÇ£Since when did you all turn into pimps?ÔÇØ

Linc clapped him on the back. ÔÇ£Just lending a hand.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Thanks. I can get my own ass.ÔÇØ

And, sadly, as much as sideline-chick ticked every box, her ass was off-limits. One look at her told him she was the kind of girl a guy loved. Got into a relationship with. The kind he married. Made babies with.

She was the commitment type.

Over a decade of avoiding romantic entanglements had alerted Dex to the signs, and this woman had I donÔÇÖt do casual written all over her.

And he didnÔÇÖt do commitment. His career came first. HeÔÇÖd fought hard for his place on the team, and at thirty, he probably only had a few good years left. He couldnÔÇÖt afford to take his eyes off the ball for a second. He knew how easy it was to lose everything. To have it all go to shit when you least expected it.

He was never going back to Perry Hill.

There would be time for commitment later. Rugby was it for now.

ÔÇ£But you donÔÇÖt,ÔÇØ Tanner said.

ÔÇ£Just because I donÔÇÖt walk around with a permanent hard-on like LincÔÇöÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Hey!ÔÇØ

Everyone ignored LincÔÇÖs half-hearted protest. The cocky back rower wore his horniness like a badge of frickinÔÇÖ honour. ÔÇ£ÔÇödoesnÔÇÖt mean I go without.ÔÇØ

And if he didÔÇöit was none of their damn business.

Chuck finished his interview with the skipper of the losing team and, spotting Tanner, headed toward them.

ÔÇ£Christ,ÔÇØ Dex said. ÔÇ£Dickhead approaching.ÔÇØ

Tanner sighed. ÔÇ£Best to just think of our contracts and smile for the camera.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Ooh, helllllo,ÔÇØ Bodie purred. ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs on the move, too.ÔÇØ

DexÔÇÖs gaze flicked to the woman again, tracking her progress as she hurried after Chuck. Her hips swung enticingly and her chest moved interestingly beneath her T-shirt.

Christ, it was a turn-on.

ÔÇ£Chuck,ÔÇØ she called, hurrying to catch up with him.

Idiot. Dex would never let a woman trail behind him like that. Not when she could walk in front and he could check out her luscious ass.

ÔÇ£What in hell does she see in that guy?ÔÇØ Bodie asked.

Dex had no idea, but the urge to throttle the smarmy reporterÔÇösomething that was never far from the surfaceÔÇöspewed like the sudden rush of a geyser in his chest.

ÔÇ£Chuck,ÔÇØ she called, louder this time, almost caught up with him.

Dickhead stopped. Turned. Then glared before looking around him as if he was embarrassed. He hissed, ÔÇ£What the fuck, Harper?ÔÇØ HeÔÇÖd kept his voice low, but the edge of fury carried it farther than Dex was sure Chuck would have liked.

ÔÇ£I told you to stay in the stands, not embarrass me by running onto the goddamn field in a pair of jeans youÔÇÖve barely managed to squeeze your lard ass into. I have a certain image to maintain, and it does not involve being followed around by fat chicks.ÔÇØ

DexÔÇÖs jaw clamped tight as the hackles rose on the back of his neck. Fat chick? He could see the stain of red creeping up her neck from here, and the spewing geyser in his chest turned viscous, like lava.

ÔÇ£God, heÔÇÖs a fuckwit,ÔÇØ Bodie whispered.

ÔÇ£Excuse me,ÔÇØ Dex growled.

Lava burning in his chest, he strode purposefully toward Chuck and the woman, who was hissing something back at the reporter Dex couldnÔÇÖt quite hear. He was sweaty and dirty and every damn muscle bitched at him, but Dex paid none of it any heed.

The urge to deck the smarmy front man rode him hard, but by the time he pulled up beside Chuck, Dex had another plan.

A better plan.

One that involved less potential penalty. And more potential booty.

ÔÇ£Hey, Chuck,ÔÇØ he said, forcing himself to smile as he clapped the reporter hard on the back. It was satisfying to hear a strained, involuntary cough from the man.

ÔÇ£Oh Dex, hi,ÔÇØ Chuck said, sleazy smile in place, turning as if he were trying to block the woman from DexÔÇÖs view.

No chance with those puny coat hanger shoulders.

ÔÇ£Great game tonight,ÔÇØ Chuck enthused. ÔÇ£If you could just give me thirty seconds, IÔÇÖll be right over.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Actually, Chuck,ÔÇØ Dex glanced at the woman and smiled at her. She was even more magnificent up close, with a whole lot of pissed-off glittering in the depths of her Marsala brown eyes. ÔÇ£I was hoping you might introduce me to the lady.ÔÇØ

It was amusing to watch the pretty boy almost choke on his tongue. For a moment, Dex thought he was going to say lady, what lady? But he finally turned to acknowledge the woman behind him. Of course. This is HarperNugent. My

The womanÔÇöHarperÔÇöfolded her arms across her chest, and all the blood rushed from DexÔÇÖs big head to his little one. ÔÇ£Come on, Chuck, you can say it,ÔÇØ she said, her voice dry with amused sarcasm. ÔÇ£It starts with S. Ssssister.ÔÇØ

Something eased in DexÔÇÖs chest. So she was not getting naked with Pretty Boy. There was a God.

ÔÇ£Step!ÔÇØ Chuck said quickly, his voice sharp.

She rolled her eyes as she smiled at Dex and offered her hand. He absently noted there were streaks of paint on her fingers. ÔÇ£Nice to meet you.ÔÇØ

Dex was a tall guy. Big. Not as big as some of the teamÔÇÖs front row, but he was still six foot and had trouble buying shirts that werenÔÇÖt tight in the shoulders. This tallÔÇöhell, AmazonianÔÇöwoman could look him straight in the eye. HeÔÇÖd never met a woman who could do that in a pair of flats, and it was a strange kind of turn-on.

ÔÇ£The pleasureÔÇÖs entirely mine,ÔÇØ he murmured, returning her firm and sure grip with one of his own.

He liked a woman who could handshake like a boss.

Yesanyway, Chuck said, his expression pained, as Harpers hand fell away. Harper has to run. A girlfriend crisis or something.

DexÔÇÖs eyebrow kicked up. A girlfriend crisis? A crushing sense of disappointment slugged him in the chest.

She was a lesbian?

She laughed and shook her head. ÔÇ£Not that kind of girlfriend.ÔÇØ

His gaze was drawn to her mouth, a plush, sexy crescent in the midst of her flawless olive complexion. He didnÔÇÖt think she was wearing any makeup, but she was sporting some kind of clear lip gloss that emphasized the luscious curve of her lips.

They glistened, wet and tempting.

Dex laughed, too, as relief flowed like champagne bubbles through his veins. ÔÇ£I am so pleased to hear that.ÔÇØ

Chuck cleared his throat. ÔÇ£Yes. Well. I have to interview the team.ÔÇØ He looked pointedly at his sister.

ÔÇ£Fine. Just donÔÇÖt forget to pick up Jace and Tabby after youÔÇÖre done. TheyÔÇÖre fine in the stands with Jenny while you wrap up, but she canÔÇÖt take them home and IÔÇÖve told your mother that youÔÇÖre bringing her kids now instead of me.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not going to bloody forget them, Harper,ÔÇØ Chuck replied testily.

She shot an apologetic smile at Dex then turned to go. He and Chuck watched her. The outline of her sexy, rounded butt in the denim of her jeans actually made Dex a little light-headed. It was a sight to behold.

ÔÇ£God, she has a fat ass,ÔÇØ Chuck muttered, disgust colouring his voice.

DexÔÇÖs hands tightened to fists. What a monumental wanker. He opened his mouth before he engaged his brain. ÔÇ£Harper! Wait up.ÔÇØ

She looked over her shoulder, a puzzled expression drawing a crease between her brows. ÔÇ£Dex,ÔÇØ Chuck said, putting a hand on DexÔÇÖs arm as he took a step in HarperÔÇÖs direction.

ÔÇ£TannerÔÇÖs waiting,ÔÇØ Dex said, shaking off the hand before jogging the short distance to where sheÔÇÖd stopped.

ÔÇ£Hey,ÔÇØ she said, tossing the long strands of her rich dark hair behind her shoulder, clearly still puzzled.

He smiled. ÔÇ£I was hoping you might like to go out with me one night.ÔÇØ

She blinked, the crease between her eyebrows almost cavernous now. ÔÇ£Oh.ÔÇØ

Dex chuckled. It wasnÔÇÖt the standard response he got from women. Normally, they were tripping over themselves to be asked out by him. Hell, most of them didnÔÇÖt wait to be asked. It was well known that he didnÔÇÖt generally date, so they were more than happy to do the asking.

A man with a less healthy ego might have been insulted by HarperÔÇÖs tepid response. But he could sense her reticence was real as she glanced at the guys to her left, all gawking and smirking, clearly talking about them. Her gaze travelled over his shoulder to where Chuck stoodÔÇöglaring, if the prickle between DexÔÇÖs shoulder blades was anything to go by.

Her gaze returned to him. Um

Hmm. Maybe this wasnÔÇÖt going to be as easy as heÔÇÖd thought. He looked pointedly at the mobile she held. ÔÇ£Give me your phone.ÔÇØ

She glanced at it for a moment, frowning some more. ÔÇ£Why?ÔÇØ

Dex gave an exaggerated sigh and plucked it out of her unresisting hand. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs okay,ÔÇØ he assured her as she murmured a protest, and his fingers busily navigating to her address book. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm just going to put my number in because obviously I donÔÇÖt have my phone available to put yours into mine.ÔÇØ

She crossed her arms as she watched him enter the details, and it took him twice as long.

ÔÇ£There,ÔÇØ he said, passing the phone back to her.

She glanced at the entry, and his heart tap-danced in his chest as a smile pulled at the curve of her mouth. She quirked an eyebrow at him. ÔÇ£Dex the Stud?ÔÇØ

He grinned and shrugged. ÔÇ£What can I say?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£And what do you expect me to do with this?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£As soon as youÔÇÖre done with your girlfriend thing, give it a ring and we can set up a time and a place for our date.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Well, thatÔÇÖs a step up from the last guy, who put his number into my phone hoping IÔÇÖd send him nude photos,ÔÇØ she said, her tone flippant.

Dex blinked. What the actual fuck? ÔÇ£Absolutely no class.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Well, to be fair, he did request arty ones.ÔÇØ

He laughed. ÔÇ£Hey.ÔÇØ He held his hands up in faux surrender. ÔÇ£Never let it be said that I stand in the way of artistic expression, if you feel so inclined with my number. But definitely lose his.ÔÇØ

She laughed back, and it grabbed him by the balls. Like everything else about her, it was big and rich and real. But then her gaze flicked over his shoulder again, and her smile slowly slipped from her face.

Dex gave an exaggerated sigh. ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre not going to ring it, are you?ÔÇØ

She shook her head, a glossy smile playing on her glossy mouth. ÔÇ£No chance in hell.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Why?ÔÇØ

She glanced at her stepbrother again. ÔÇ£Some things just arenÔÇÖt worth the hassle.ÔÇØ

Dex couldnÔÇÖt agree more. But he didnÔÇÖt think Harper Nugent was one of them. Undeterred, he grabbed for her phone again, his reflexes lightning fast after a decade of professional rugby. ÔÇ£You leave me no choice,ÔÇØ he chided as he quickly rang his own number.

ÔÇ£Hi, Dex the Stud,ÔÇØ he said as the ring tone eventually gave way to his message bank. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs Dex.ÔÇØ He waggled his brows at Harper, and she smiled and rolled her eyes. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm ringing to remind you to call Harper Nugent on this number and ask her on a date again. Do not take no for an answer. EvenÔÇØÔÇöhe grinned at herÔÇöÔÇ£if she offers nude arty photos in lieu.ÔÇØ

Dex hit the end button and passed the phone back to her. ÔÇ£There now. YouÔÇÖre in my phone. And I will be ringing you.ÔÇØ

She glanced at the phone then at him before flicking a look at the guys again. Linc was grinning like a loon as he shot Dex two thumbs-up.

ÔÇ£Sure you will,ÔÇØ she said, the tight, polite smile on her face making Dex want to slap Linc upside the head.

She bade him farewell and walked away, and for the first time in his life, Dex looked forward to something other than rugby and inflicting bodily harm on Linc.

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HarperÔÇÖs phone rang three hours later. She was a bottle of wine down with her best friend Em, who was in the middle of a boyfriend-number-sixteen crisis. Em was cute, peppy, and up for anything.

She just had really lousy taste in men.

When Em went into a relationship, she went all in, something which Harper had always admired even if her friend consistently chose the wrong guys to be ÔÇ£inÔÇØ with. The type who were only out for a good time, not a long time. But she always sprang back, and Harper was in awe of her friendÔÇÖs tenacity and absolute conviction that the right person was out there for everyone.

Although not tonight. While Harper was drinking wine, EmÔÇÖs breakup booze of choice was butterscotch schnapps, and tonight it was leading her to seriously consider becoming a nun. To prove her seriousness, she was currently Googling how to re-virginise.

So, Harper was both tipsy and completely distracted when she answered the phone.

ÔÇ£Hi,ÔÇØ she said as Em made gagging noises at pictures on a website she was skimming.

ÔÇ£Hey, Harper.ÔÇØ

The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in instant awareness as they had earlier tonight when Dexter Blake had singled her out for a bit of attention.

Her mind went blank for a beat or two. He rang?

Of course he had. She had clearly been some kind of bet or dare or something with his team buddies. At twenty-three, it wouldnÔÇÖt be the first time sheÔÇÖd been the butt of some doucheÔÇÖs idea of a good time. I dare you to ask the fat chick out. Snigger, snort, backslap.

Some men were such assholes.

But it had been so good, even momentarily, to put her sanctimonious step-brother in his place.

ÔÇ£Harper? ItÔÇÖs Dex the Stud. Remember me?ÔÇØ

His voice was warm and rich with amusement, and Harper shut her eyes. Remember him? SheÔÇÖd relived him asking her out about a dozen times, no matter how much sheÔÇÖd told herself it had all been some sick joke. It had been the first thing sheÔÇÖd told Em after her friend had stopped crying and asked for something happy to cheer her up.

Then theyÔÇÖd Googled him.

ÔÇ£Harper?ÔÇØ

His voice was sharper this time and Harper pulled herself together, sitting straighter in the chair. Yes. Of course Hi.

You sound kindaoutta it.

Harper eyed the empty wine bottle and the full one shed just cracked open. WellIm kinda drunk, so thats probably why.

His low chuckle slid seductive fingers down her neck. ÔÇ£The girlfriend emergency?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Yup.ÔÇØ

Em looked over her shoulder. ÔÇ£Who is it?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Dex.ÔÇØ

Her eyebrows practically hit her hairline. ÔÇ£The rugby dude?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Is that the girlfriend?ÔÇØ Dex asked in her ear.

ÔÇ£Yup,ÔÇØ she said to them both.

ÔÇ£Ask him if he knows how to re-virginise.ÔÇØ

Harper shook her head. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not asking him that.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Asking me what?ÔÇØ His voice sounded delicious when it was amused. Thick and gooey, oozing all over her body. Like chocolate topping.

God, she loved chocolate topping.

ÔÇ£You should totally ask me whatever it is.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Trust me, you donÔÇÖt want to know.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Are you kidding?ÔÇØ Em interrupted. ÔÇ£HeÔÇÖs a professional rugby star. Everyone knows they get laid all the time. What he doesnÔÇÖt know about a womanÔÇÖs anatomy probably isnÔÇÖt worth knowing. HeÔÇÖll know about re-virginising.ÔÇØ

Harper thought it more likely heÔÇÖd know about de-virginising.

ÔÇ£Did she just say re-virginising?ÔÇØ

Had Harper been sober, she would have paid more heed to EmÔÇÖs sage words about the mating habits of professional sportsmen and not the sweet seduction of a chocolate-topping voice. She sighed. ÔÇ£Yup.ÔÇØ

Why would anyone want to re-virginise? Hell Can someone re-virginise?

ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt know and yes, apparently, according to the internet. Spiritually and surgically.ÔÇØ

That soundspainful.

Harper laughed. ÔÇ£Yes. For both.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£And seriously, would you want some strange dude with a scalpel down near your lady parts?ÔÇØ

She shuddered. ÔÇ£I can think of better uses for a dude down near my lady parts.ÔÇØ His bark of laughter was loud in her ear, and she realised what she said. Her face flamed. ÔÇ£Oh God, sorry. I said that out loud, didnÔÇÖt I?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You certainly did, Harper Nugent.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I take it back.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh no,ÔÇØ he chuckled some more. ÔÇ£You canÔÇÖt take that back.ÔÇØ

Harper groaned internally. Jesus. Where was her filter? She glanced at the wine bottle. Somewhere at the bottom of that, no doubt.

ÔÇ£Fine. Ignore it then. ItÔÇÖs the booze. White wine makes me mouthy.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I canÔÇÖt wait to see that.ÔÇØ

His voice had dropped an octave and roughened with the merest hint of a promise. It went straight to those aforementioned lady parts, and Harper actually squirmed in her chair to ease the sudden ache.

ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs not serious, is she?ÔÇØ

It took her a moment to realise heÔÇÖd moved on, and she leaped at the opportunity gratefully. ÔÇ£No. SheÔÇÖs pissed. Both at men and in the alcoholic sense.ÔÇØ Em had already been several shots of Schnapps down when Harper arrived. ÔÇ£Re-virginising is just one of many options weÔÇÖve already discussed tonight. I think she wants to make a voodoo doll next.ÔÇØ

He laughed again. ÔÇ£I like the sound of her.ÔÇØ

Harper sighed, looking at the gorgeous mop of caramel curls and the alabaster wedge of cheekbone making up EmÔÇÖs profile. She looked like one of those babies from old-fashioned adverts for Pears soap. Only all grown-up.

ÔÇ£SheÔÇÖs gorgeous. You should ask her out. YouÔÇÖd make beautiful babies.ÔÇØ

There was a long pause. Long enough to make Harper think, somewhere in her alcohol-addled brain, babies were not on Dexter BlakeÔÇÖs agenda.

ÔÇ£Thanks,ÔÇØ he said, voice low and amused. ÔÇ£I think IÔÇÖll stick with my original plan, though.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You and me. A date.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Oh.ÔÇØ HarperÔÇÖs stomach tightened. SheÔÇÖd seen the way his teammates had been watching them tonight. The way the younger guy had given the thumbs up. She could have kissed Dex for his timing, but a girl had her pride, right? Plus she never wanted to be one of those people who were gossiped about for punching above her weight.

ÔÇ£Look. IÔÇÖm very flattered that you want to go out on a date with me, butÔÇöÔÇØ

ÔÇ£You should do it,ÔÇØ Em interrupted.

Harper blinked at her best friend. ÔÇ£What?ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I told you I liked the sound of her,ÔÇØ Dex said in her ear.

Em shrugged. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖd be worth it just to piss off Chuckers.ÔÇØ If it was possible, Em disliked Chuck more than Harper did.

Harper considered that angle for moment, her head still spinning a little. It was a powerful argument. Why not? If Dex was using her to win some kind of ridiculous frat boy dare, why shouldnÔÇÖt she use him, too?

ÔÇ£Okay, fine.ÔÇØ Clearly there was a level of drunk where pride rapidly diminished. ÔÇ£But IÔÇÖm not sleeping with you. Or letting you anywhere near my lady parts.ÔÇØ

That low chuckle again. It ruffled seductively along flesh and nerve endings, and Harper fought the urge to stretch. And purr.

ÔÇ£You know you said that out loud, too, right?ÔÇØ

The lazy smile in his voice ruffled things even lower. ÔÇ£Yes. I know.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£I will be on my best behaviour. I promise I wonÔÇÖt even bring condoms.ÔÇØ

Sober Harper nodded, pleased with the concession. Drunk, uninhibited Harper knew full well he could ruin her without the aid of a condom, and she seemed perfectly fine with that, too.

Uninhibited Harper was dangerous. She was going to have to cut that bitch off at the knees.

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About Amy Andrews

Amy is an award-winning, best-selling Aussie author who has written fifty plus contemporary romances in both the traditional and digital markets and been translated into over a dozen languages including manga. She is a USA Today best-seller and has sold in excess of one million books featuring lots of sex and kissing. She likes to make her readers tingle, laugh and sigh.

She loves good books and great booze although sheÔÇÖll take mediocre booze if thereÔÇÖs nothing else. At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and she did. TheyÔÇÖre still married and have two grown kids who never stay away long enough to be missed.

She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.

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