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PLAYING FOR HER HEART
Gamers Series #2
Megan Erickson
Releasing Aug 11th, 2015
Entangled: Brazen
Grant
Osprey just had the hottest sex of his life. Sure, they were both in costume,
and yes, it was anonymous, but he never expected her to bolt in the middle of
the night without so much as a good bye, let alone exchanging numbers. Or
names. All he’s left with are her panties and some seriously X-rated
memories...until he meets his business partner's little sister.
Only
Chloe Talley isn't the bold, sexy vixen he remembers. And she wants nothing to
do with him.
Cosplay
is Chloe’s only chance to leave her boring, socially awkward world behind. To
forget that she’s failing at life and can’t be with anyone, let alone a
single-father like Grant. But the raw hunger between them is undeniable. With
him, she can be a misbehaving maid. A sexy call girl for hire. Each scene
pushes Chloe beyond her strict boundaries, until Grant demands the one
character she can't play.
Herself.
Um more please! This book was fantabulous! I literally read it in mostly one sitting! I couldn't put it down! It was sexy as hell! Hilarious! Great characters who were nerds and I loved them for it! :D The story line was well developed and I was captivated from page one to the end. I haven't read the first in the series yet but I never felt like I was missing anything. It was awesome.
Favorite funny:
“Did you play with Barbies a lot when you were little?” She nodded. “They always ended up naked on the rooftop of my Dream House. Because I had a Skipper, too, and what they did on the rooftop wasn’t appropriate for her little eyes.” His little sex fiend. “Ken’s kind of a hard ideal to live up to, isn’t he?” Chloe scrunched her nose. “Not really. When I take off your pants, I’m much happier at what I see than when I took off Ken’s pants.” Grant figured he should be grateful about that. “Poor Ken.” “Poor Barbie,” Chloe muttered.
Poor Barbie indeed....
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This could crash and burn in epic failure. Grant was a
thirty-two-year-old man and this was probably a horrible idea. But he couldn’t
get Chloe’s green eyes out of his head, the way she kissed him, the way she
moved under his palms. And, fuck, the way she tasted… So, he took a deep breath
and went for it, knowing this could completely end in Ethan ripping out his
heart like in that Indiana Jones movie.
Grant tipped up his lips and narrowed his eyes,
adopting the air of a domineering businessman. “I thought I told you that I
wanted the entire house finished by the time I got back. I’m not paying you to
dance around the kitchen.”
Her chest rose and fell with deep breaths, and Grant
waited, on fucking pins and needles to see if she’d play along.
The only sound was the refrigerator kicking on, and he
was about to laugh, and tell her he was joking, when her voice, small but
gaining power, said, “But, sir, you’re home early.”
That sir went
right to his cock.
He took a step toward her, smiling when she backed up
into the counter behind her. “I’m only a half an hour early, and you have a lot
more than half an hour of work to do. What’s your excuse?”
Her lips parted. “I—”
He stepped into her space, plucking her iPod from the
waistband of her pants, setting it on the counter along with her earbuds. Her
eyes fluttered closed.
“Yes?” he questioned, hands on either side of her,
pinning her in.
She opened her eyes, and he stared into the swirling
green pool of her irises. She was in the role now; he could feel it. “I’m sorry
but I took a nap in your bed.”
Jesus, his cock twitched and he shifted, so the front
of his jeans brushed her thigh. “You napped in my bed?”
She bit her lip and nodded. “I know, I w-was bad.”
God, he was going to come in his pants. He ran a hand
along the outside of her thigh, teasing the skin under the hem of her shorts.
“Is that all you did? Sleep?”
She shook her head.
“No? What did you do in my bed?”
“I-I touched myself.”
Her whisper was a lick across his balls. With a grip on
her biceps, he spun her around, so she faced the counter. She gripped it with a
cry, but didn’t struggle. Instead, she threw her head back and pushed out her
ass.
He took the invitation for what it was. He lowered her
shorts along with her panties, hooking the fabric under the cheeks of her ass.
He smoothed a hand over it, and reveled in the small
moan she made in the back of her throat. “You know I need to punish you,
right?”
She nodded, her hair bobbing.
“I’ll go easy on you if you’re truthful with me.”
“Okay, sir.”
He squeezed one cheek, then let it go, watching as the
blood rushed back to the white areas made by his fingers. “What did you think
about when you touched yourself?”
The hesitation was for effect, he knew it. What a little
actress she was. She looked at him over her shoulder, smiling coyly and
blinking under her lashes. “You, sir. I thought about you and your huge cock.”
Megan worked as a journalist covering
real-life dramas before she decided she liked writing her own endings better
and switched to fiction.
She lives in Pennsylvania with her
husband, two kids and two cats. When she's not tapping away on her laptop,
she's probably listening to the characters in her head who won't stop talking.
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