Playing with the Prop
by Mina Carter
Genre: Sports
Romance
Release Date:
4/29
Never mix business with pleasure...
A physical therapist for sucessful Rugby team, the Strathstow Sharks, Ashley's golden rule is never to mix business and pleasure. She loves her job and the guys she looks after, and doesn't want to jeapardise her place with the team. As nicely put together as her charges are, she's never found herself remotely tempted.
Until now.
Harry James, the team's newest prop gives her butterflies in her stomach every time she has to treat him, and her fantasies involving his hard, muscled body and sinful lips keep her hot and bothered at night. Luckily, he shows no sign of having noticed her attraction, and hasn't shown any interest in her...
She's been his from the moment he saw her...
Harry James marked the pretty little physio the first day they met. For the last year he's been biding his time, and trying to get her attention. So much so, it's gained him a few nicknames in the squad. Not that anyone would dare tell her.
When the Sharks win big on Harry's birthday, can he stop at claiming a birthday kiss, or will he want everything she has to give?
Excerpt:
Moving through
the mass of people between them like the shark he was, he homed in. She didn’t
see him until the last minute, her gasp audible when he reached her and slid an
arm around her waist. She relaxed as soon as she recognized him, her lips
curving up into a devastating grin, and he got the full effect of her done up
for a night out. He’d never seen her wear makeup before, and he wouldn’t be
able to say what she was wearing past lipstick. Whatever she’d done, it made
her eyes appear all tilted and cat-like, emphasized her cheekbones and made his
attention zero in on her lips. Her kissably soft lips. The sort of look that
brought big men to their knees begging for a taste, and he was about as big as
it got. He had to check himself to be sure he wasn’t standing there with his
mouth open.
“Hey there,
sexy. Looking for someone?” he asked with a smile, careful not to just haul her
to him and kiss the life out of her. Patience, he needed patience. She’d turned
up, after all.
“You made me
jump!”
She tapped his
arm, accusation stretched across her face. She was still smiling so he wasn’t
worried that he’d scared her. Besides, it hadn’t escaped his noticed that she’d
turned toward him within his hold or that her hand lingered on his upper arm
after she slapped him. Bare inches separated their bodies before she turned to
glance around the bar, just for a moment, but that was enough. His entire body
tightened, lungs frozen on a breath while his body reacted in a predictably
male way. Locking the reaction down before she could notice, he turned her
toward the bar where the rest of the lads were.
“Sorry, sweet
stuff, I’m just pleased to see you,” he said, maneuvering her in front of him.
“Hey! Coming through. Move it aside.”
She shot him a
look over her shoulder as the crowd in front parted like the Red Sea. “Really?
So I don’t need to check your pockets for a gun then?”
He blinked at
her teasing glance. Full-on rabbit in the headlights until she turned around to
watch her footing. Fucking hell. Okay, he hadn’t expected that. Not at all. He
knew she was sharp, she had to be working with players who liked to take the
piss, but the flirtatious note was new. He liked it though. Hell, did he like
it.
“Sweetheart, you
can check out my pockets, and anything else, any time you like.”
They reached the
bar, and he motioned to the selection of drinks already lined up. The lads went
for the “order one of everything and drink until it was gone” approach, but he
was more than happy to order anything else she wanted.
Selecting a glass
of wine, she lifted it to her lips but paused before taking a sip, watching him
over the rim. “Really now? I might just have to take you up on that offer.”
Holy shit.
Heat hit him in
the groin. An intense conflagration that galvanized his entire body. To stop
himself from reaching for her, he picked up another pint. If he didn’t do
something, he’d kiss her senseless, and more, right there in front of the
entire bar.
“We can do that.
Later,” he murmured, and took a fortifying gulp of his drink.
Later. Crap. If
he lasted that long.
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April
29th
Meet Mina:
Mina was born and raised in the East Farthing of Middle Earth
(otherwise known as the Midlands, England) and spend her childhood learning all
the sorts of things generally required of a professional adventurer. Able to
ride, box, shoot, make and read maps, make chainmail and use a broadsword (with
varying degrees of efficiency) she was disgusted to find that adventuring is
not considered a suitable occupation these days.
So, instead of slaying dragons and hunting vampires and the
like, Mina spends her days writing about hot shifters, government conspiracies
and vampire lords with more than their fair share of RAWR. Turns out wanna-be
adventurers have quite the turn of imagination after all…
(But she keeps that sword sharp, just in case the writing
career is just a dream and she really *is* an adventurer.)
The boring part: A full time author and cover artist, Mina
can usually be found hunched over a keyboard or graphics tablet, frantically
trying to get the images and words in her head out and onto the screen before
they drive her mad. She’s addicted to coffee and would like to be addicted to
chocolate, but unfortunately chocolate dislikes her.
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