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Title: Painting the Lines
Author: Ashley R. King
Genre: Sports Romance
About Painting the Lines:
Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real. Enter Julian Smoke, a failed tennis player making a dream run for the US Open. After a chance meeting at a bar, Amalie hates him instantly. He’s cocky and arrogant, but Amalie knows his story could be her big break. Could he be more? Everyone knows that in tennis, love means zero, but these two are about to change that. Perfect for fans of The Hating Game and Wimbledon.
Excerpt:
He dipped his head as he pocketed
the undies. “I’m so sleepy.”
Amalie pinched her lips together at
the sight of her bright red thong sticking out of his pocket. She made herself
remember the reason for all of this, the reason she was even putting up with
this mess. She knew Julian was drunk, but there was something she had to ask.
“Hey, how badly do you want to get
to the US Open?” She edged closer to him, hands wringing.
He propped a hand on the back of the
couch, his eyes even heavier lidded than before. “I…I want it more than
anything, but it’s impossible,” he slurred.
“What if I can get you there? What
if I can make it happen?” She cocked her head to the side, realizing she was
quickly losing him. He was minutes from passing out. Again.
“You can’t. You live in this tiny, itsy bitsy,” he held his pointer
finger and thumb together, “house or hotel or whatever this place is. Tennis is
expensive, more than I can afford.” He shuffled to the front of the couch.
“But what if I could? What would you be willing to do for me?” She regretted the
words instantly.
A sexy smirk tilted his lips and
then his hands went to the button on his jeans, his thumb tracing that sexy
trail of hair right above it. “Are you propositioning me?”
Amalie forced herself to look away.
“Oh, no you don’t,” she said while
blindly smacking at his hand, ignoring that little bit of drool pooling at the
corner of her mouth from his impromptu show. “You are not about to completely
undress here.”
Suddenly her hand smacked at
emptiness and she turned to see that Julian had fallen onto the couch
haphazardly, one hand still on his fly. He was out cold. She growled in
aggravation as she dug her underwear from his jeans, careful to keep her eyes
averted even though those traitors wanted to look their fill.
After rearranging him as best she
could, she looked down at his unconscious form, still feeling a little
breathless. She’d found out what she needed to know. Julian could be bought.
“You don’t know it yet, “but you’re
going to save me from a life I don’t want, Julian Smoke.”
She stepped out of the
pool house into the cool night air and wasted no time seeking out her father.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
He dipped his head as he pocketed the undies. “I’m so sleepy.” Amalie pinched her lips together at the sight of her bright red thong sticking out of his pocket. She made herself remember the reason for all of this, the reason she was even putting up with this mess. She knew Julian was drunk, but there was something she had to ask. “Hey, how badly do you want to get to the US Open?” She edged closer to him, hands wringing. He propped a hand on the back of the couch, his eyes even heavier lidded than before. “I…I want it more than anything, but it’s impossible,” he slurred. “What if I can get you there? What if I can make it happen?” She cocked her head to the side, realizing she was quickly losing him. He was minutes from passing out. Again. “You can’t. You live in this tiny, itsy bitsy,” he held his pointer finger and thumb together, “house or hotel or whatever this place is. Tennis is expensive, more than I can afford.” He shuffled to the front of the couch. “But what if I could? What would you be willing to do for me?” She regretted the words instantly. A sexy smirk tilted his lips and then his hands went to the button on his jeans, his thumb tracing that sexy trail of hair right above it. “Are you propositioning me?” Amalie forced herself to look away. “Oh, no you don’t,” she said while blindly smacking at his hand, ignoring that little bit of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth from his impromptu show. “You are not about to completely undress here.” Suddenly her hand smacked at emptiness and she turned to see that Julian had fallen onto the couch haphazardly, one hand still on his fly. He was out cold. She growled in aggravation as she dug her underwear from his jeans, careful to keep her eyes averted even though those traitors wanted to look their fill. After rearranging him as best she could, she looked down at his unconscious form, still feeling a little breathless. She’d found out what she needed to know. Julian could be bought. “You don’t know it yet, “but you’re going to save me from a life I don’t want, Julian Smoke.” She stepped out of the pool house into the cool night air and wasted no time seeking out her father.
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