Playing with the Prop by Mina Carter
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
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Meet Mina:
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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