RELEASE DATE: January 12, 2015
From Emma Hart, the New York Times bestselling author of the Game series, comes a brand new series where the game is realer, the tension is tighter, the sex is hotter, and the stakes are the highest of all…
Two people. Two agendas. Two games.
What happens when the out-there It-Boy of football meets the secret It-Girl of fashion?
As the daughter of Hollywood’s sweetheart, Leah Veronica can’t even buy a coffee without finding her face on a magazine stand, so it’s no wonder she’s launching her first fashion line in secret. With it debuting at New York Fashion Week in just under a month, extra time in the spotlight is the last thing she needs.
The son of the best quarterback the league has ever seen, filling legendary shoes as the L.A. Vipers’ quarterback was inevitable for Corey Jackson. So was meeting Leah Veronica—the first girl to hand him his ass without putting a hair out of place.
Getting the handsome, prickly blonde into his bed becomes his number one goal. But getting the sexy, over-confident footballer the hell away from her becomes Leah’s—at least until she realizes the best way to do that is to give him what he wants.
If only it was that simple.
When Corey discovers who she is, and private photos of Hollywood’s finest find their way online, everything they thought they knew is thrown into disarray.
And when secrets are exposed and hearts are shattered, they have to figure out if they’ve been blindsided by love or reality, and if it’s worth running the extra yard to win the game they never meant to play.
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
Leah saunters over to a free table, and my eyes drop to her ass. Damn. That dress really does hug it f*cking incredibly. She coughs, drawing my eyes to her face, and half frowns, half smirks at me. I walk over to her, set my beer on the table, and hold my hands up.
“Babe, you wear a dress like that and you’re gonna get looked at. Don’t be blamin’ me for it.”
Her smirk swiftly changes to a full smile. “You’re the most honest asshole I’ve ever met in my life.”
“It’s one of my better qualities.”
“Of which there are few.”
“You don’t know a thing about me, Leah Veronica. For all you know, I have a thousand amazing things about me.”
She leans forward and rests her chin on her hand, her grin still in place. “Yet, equally, you could have even more bad things. Judging by what I know of you so far, letting me find out isn’t a risk you should take.”
“I love takin’ risks,” I murmur, tracing the shape of her lips with my eyes. “Especially when that risk is feisty and strong-willed.”
“Are you calling me a risk, Corey Jackson?”
“What if I am?”
“Then you should be aware that you’re never gonna get to take me—in any sense of the word.”