I’ve been waiting to release this book for years. I’d originally intended to write and publish it over two years ago, but plans changed and life got in the way. It was always there, hanging over me, waiting for me to do something. I’m so happy it’s finally available!
Jared and Erika shared one night together. A night neither of them would ever forget, but both regretted. He knew he didn’t deserve her, and she knew she’d never love another man the way she loved him. Seeing each other every day was tough, but when Erika starts to move on, it becomes unbearable for both of them. Jared doesn’t want her to be with someone she doesn’t love, and he sets out to show her how she deserves to be treated. But first, a little game…
Excerpt from Play For It
Erika lowered her cards to the table and bit her lip as Jared looked at them. His eyes flashed up to hers, victorious for her, then darkened when they slid to her lips.
No. Fucking. Way. He wanted to kiss her?
Just as quickly as it came, the expression vanished and cheer was back on his face. “Nice hand, E. I knew all those lessons would pay off one day.”
Erika congratulated herself on beating him for the first time ever. It was possible he let her win, but Erika saw his cards. It wasn’t like he refused to show her. Plus, Jared had never let her win before, why would he start now.
He grabbed the deck again and started shuffling, pausing to kick off his shoes, then dealt them new cards. Erika had a king, queen, ten, seven, and two, and only the two and king were the same suit. She chewed her lip again and ditched the two and seven, hoping she could get something that would help.
Jared handed her two cards back, a king and a seven. She kicked herself for getting rid of the seven, but she’d been trying to get a straight. Hell, even if she wasn’t she still would have gotten rid of it.
Erika lowered her cards first. “A pair of kings.”
“Beats me,” Jared said. “I can’t get any good cards tonight.”
He messed with something under the table then pulled all the cards together to shuffle them. Erika was surprised and a bit giddy that she was actually beating him. That he was there. It was going to be a good night.
Erika won the next round and Jared flashed her a smirk before he reached behind himself and stripped off his t-shirt.
“What the hell are you doing?” Erika screamed, trying not to look at his chest. Jared wasn’t huge, but he was strong. She’d fit perfectly against his chest, his muscles providing a pillow she wished she could replicate. The dark hair that covered his chest and narrowed as it traveling south reminded her of the way she’d traced that path with her tongue the night they spent together.
He smirked. “Strip poker.”
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