THE PLAY MATE is the upcoming friends to lovers standalone from New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today bestselling author Kendall Ryan releasing on March 14, 2014 and we have the spectacular cover to reveal for you!
About the Book:
Smith Hamilton has it all—he's smart, good-looking and loaded. But he remembers a time when he had nothing and no one, so he's not about to mess up, especially with his best friend’s little sister. That means keeping Evie at arm's length … even though the once pesky little girl is now a buxom bombshell.A sexy blonde who pushes his self-control to the limit the night she crawls into bed with him. Evie Reed knows she's blessed—with an exclusive education, a family who loves her, and a new job managing social media for her family's lingerie company. But she wants more, like a reason to wear the sexy lingerie herself. She has just the man in mind to help with that. She's crushed on Smith forever. Surely tricking her way into his bed will force him to see her in a new, adult way. Except that when Evie's plan leads to disaster, she and Smith must decide—ignore the attraction sizzling between them, or become play mates and risk it all.
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Excerpt:
He bends down so that his lips graze my ear. “Dance for me,
baby. Right now.”
”Is that what you want?” I ask. “To watch me
dance? Because I have something else in mind.”
His brow rises. “Do you?”
“Mmm,” I say, then start humming as I pull out
my phone and find my current favorite song on my workout playlist. A little
fast. A little raunchy. A lot fun. I click the button to send it through our
sound system, and when the music starts, I press my hand to Damien’s chest and
jauntily strut forward, forcing him backward to the padded bench that is
intended as a place to sit and wait for the elevator. Right now, I have a
different purpose in mind.
“I’ll dance,” I say, doing a shimmy and pulling
off my T-shirt in the process. “I’ll even do a stripper dance,” I add. “But I
don’t do solo shows. I require full participation.”
“Do you?”
“Absolutely,” I say, turning around so that my
back is to him as I shake and shimmy in time with the music and very, very
slowly ease my skirt off.
When I turn around, I’m dressed only in my bra
and panties, and though I should feel silly, I don’t. Maybe it’s the alcohol.
Maybe it’s the lingering high from fucking him in the limo. Maybe it’s the
heated way that he’s watching my every move.
Maybe it’s the simple fact that I love my
husband.
Whatever the reason, I’m enjoying showing off,
turning him on and getting turned on in the process. And as I think that, I
slide one hand over my bra and the other down my abdomen to cup myself over my
panties.
I have my eyes closed, and the music’s loud, but
I still hear Damien’s sharp intake of breath. I figure that’s as good a cue as
any, and I open my eyes and strut toward him, then reach out a hand to pull him
up.
He complies, amused, and I do my own version of a
pole dance, with Damien playing the role of my pole. Up and down, stroking and
teasing, shimmying and shaking. It’s a little erotic and a little silly, and by
the time I have my bra off and am about to step out of my panties, I’m both
desperately wet and giggling furiously.
I bend over to untangle my panties from around
my ankle, and when I do, my giggles turn to squeals as Damien scoops me up and
tosses me over his shoulder. I pound uselessly on his back, then cry out when
he pitches me unceremoniously onto the bed.
“What are you--?”
“Shhh.” He puts his finger over his mouth, then
strips off his own clothes. And though he doesn’t add any dance moves, I can’t
deny that I enjoy the show.
Slowly, he eases onto the bed and straddles me.
“I liked your dance,” he says. “I like even more that you did it because I told
you I wanted it.”
“Anything you want,” I whisper, my voice
throaty. “You know that.”
“I want you,” he says, then brushes a kiss over
my lips.
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