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*Warning:
Although Playing His Game can be read as a stand-alone novel, it's highly
recommended you read Changing His Game first. Playing His Game contains sex,
drugs, and briefly touches on M/F/F. Recommended for mature readers.
I'm a pretty
carefree person. I believe in living life to the fullest, having no regrets and
just having fun. This is my outlook on life when Scott Reynolds collides with
it.
It was
supposed to be casual and fun. We couldn't get serious because our
circumstances wouldn't allow it. My sister and his brother were practically
married. Soon, one hook up became two, then five, then ten, until I lost count
completely. Our casual relationship became something more... to me.
How the hell
did I let this happen?
I'm falling
for this man and it's becoming a problem. But Scott has his own problems, his
own demons. He's dug himself into a hole so deep, and he needs me to help him
get out... and I do it. I stupidly do it and screw up my life, my reputation
and any chance of changing people's perception of me. For the first time I care
what people think of me, but I'd do it again in a heartbeat…
If Scott
weren't such an asshole!
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EXCERPT
"Did
you have fun, sis?"
"I had a lot of fun. Your friends are great," I respond as enthusiastically as I can.
"I'm glad. Jared was pretty surprised. It's good for him to still get together with all of his friends when he can. Almost his entire family was here, too. They're a lot of fun. You'll see the more you get to know them."
Oh, I know them. Particularly one of them who's hot, sweet, sexy, kisses like a god, and get's my ovaries working overtime. But I can’t tell her that. I'll never tell her that. In fact, the next time I see him I need to make sure he takes that information to his grave.
We pull into Scott's driveway and Jared's waiting on the walkway. Autumn barely puts the car in park before he opens the door and climbs in the passenger seat.
"That was fast, babe."
"I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."
"Why not?" I interrupt from the backseat.
"He was too busy going at it on the beach with Tawny. I love him, but I easily forget how him and Tawny like to screw each other if no one else is around."
His words puzzle and stun me at the same time and I slump down in my seat. I've been gone for five minutes and he's already hooking up with Tawny? I shouldn't care. I just met him, I turned him down, and he should be able to screw anyone he wants. I made it clear that we can't ever have an intimate relationship.
So why do I feel a pain in my chest after hearing about him hooking up with Tawny?
"I had a lot of fun. Your friends are great," I respond as enthusiastically as I can.
"I'm glad. Jared was pretty surprised. It's good for him to still get together with all of his friends when he can. Almost his entire family was here, too. They're a lot of fun. You'll see the more you get to know them."
Oh, I know them. Particularly one of them who's hot, sweet, sexy, kisses like a god, and get's my ovaries working overtime. But I can’t tell her that. I'll never tell her that. In fact, the next time I see him I need to make sure he takes that information to his grave.
We pull into Scott's driveway and Jared's waiting on the walkway. Autumn barely puts the car in park before he opens the door and climbs in the passenger seat.
"That was fast, babe."
"I didn't get a chance to say goodbye."
"Why not?" I interrupt from the backseat.
"He was too busy going at it on the beach with Tawny. I love him, but I easily forget how him and Tawny like to screw each other if no one else is around."
His words puzzle and stun me at the same time and I slump down in my seat. I've been gone for five minutes and he's already hooking up with Tawny? I shouldn't care. I just met him, I turned him down, and he should be able to screw anyone he wants. I made it clear that we can't ever have an intimate relationship.
So why do I feel a pain in my chest after hearing about him hooking up with Tawny?
I am a book
lover. I love so many different genres of books and began publishing my own
stories in the spring of 2013. Writing is my therapy. I love to take the
stories in my head and write them down on paper. When I'm not writing I am
spending time with my family.
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