I am very excited that http://www.afterthefinalchapters.com has been afforded the opportunity to be involved in the cover release of Playing With Her Heart by the ever wonderful Lauren Blakely. I am really looking forward to reading this book and catching up with the characters from the previous books in the Caught Up In Us series as well as Chris and McKenzine from Trophy Husband. So without any more delay, here is the cover from the up coming Playing With Her Heart;
ABOUT PLAYING WITH HER HEART:
When youāre acting the role of a lifetime, how can you know if love is realāor all just a part of the show?
Twenty-three year old rising theatre star Jill McCormick has built a life out of pretending. Pretending sheās happy, pretending her long-distance crushes add up to something real, pretending sheās not haunted by the dark secret that shattered her world six years ago. Cast in her first Broadway show, she desperately needs to keep her faƧade intact, but thatās before she comes face to face with her devastating new bossā¦
Hot-shot director Davis Milo knows the first rule of directing: never fall for your leading lady. Captivated by Jillās raw talent, he fights his feelings, but watching Jill on-stage with another man is more than his jealous streak can take. Keeping things professional isnāt an option. He wants all of her.
Soon the ingƩnue and her director are staying late in the empty theatre, their private rehearsals spiraling into new, forbidden territory. Caught up between fiction and reality, Jill struggles to find the truth in all their staged kisses. But how can she be sure that what she feels is real, and not a part of the play? And when two people spend their lives pretending, what happens after the final curtain falls?
EXCERPT:
He glances down at the black pumps. āNice shoes.ā
As I follow his eyes, I realize my hand is on his shirt, my fingers
fisted around the cloth, clutching it. I should let go. But I donāt.
Because I canāt help but notice he has that clean and freshly showered
smell that makes any woman want to lean in and lick a guyās neck.
Close her eyes. Inhale, and trail a tongue all the way to his
earlobe, enjoying the sound of a low groan.
āNice shirt,ā I say softly, running my index finger across one smooth
button. Then I look up to find him staring down at me. His dark blue
eyes arenāt cold anymore. Theyāre not keeping me at bay. Instead,
theyāre heated, searching mine.
Itās hypnotic the way he looks at me. Completely hypnotic, as the
room goes quiet, the air between us charged.
I press my teeth against my lips, and I think, but Iām not entirely
sure, because thought has vanished, that I nod briefly, almost as if
Iām giving him permission. Then he bends towards me, and my breath
catches. Before I even process rationally whatās happening, his lips
are on mine, and my pulse is racing. Itās a barely there kiss, just
him brushing his soft lips against mine, but I want more. So I pull
him closer and deepen the kiss. He groans, and then suddenly his hands
are in my hair, and heās twining his fingers through my long, blond
strands, and tugging me close. I thought I was leading this kiss, but
Iām not anymore, because heās claiming me, tracing his tongue across
my top lip, then nipping at the bottom lip, then kissing me so deeply
and with so much heat that I shudder. That only makes him kiss me
harder, and everything else falls away because this is a kiss I can
feel in every single cell in my body. Deep, and fevered and
possessive.
It makes me feel things Iām not supposed to want.
My heart pounds wildly as he presses closer, so dangerously near to
me that I want him to slam me against him. Let him touch me all over.
His lips own me, his hands want to know me, and I swear I might
combust from this kind of electric contact.
He breaks the kiss and Iām not honestly sure where I am anymore. Or
who I am. I look at him, at Davis, but everything is so hazy right
now, that I donāt know what to say. I donāt think he does either,
because he doesnāt speak for a moment. He shakes his head, and
swallows, collecting himself. As if he doesnāt know how that happened
either.
āIām sorry,ā he says, then steps back, pushing his hand roughly
through his hair. He looks away from me, staring at some distant point
on the wall. āThat was a mistake,ā he says quietly.
ABOUT LAUREN BLAKELY:
Lauren Blakely is an unabashed fan of clever jokes, toast, and good guys in novels. Like the heroine in CAUGHT UP IN US, she thinks life should be filled with movie kisses and coffee drinks. Lauren lives in California with her husband and children, and spends her days writing both true stories and make-believe ones.
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