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Play Me: Take a Chance #3

 

She made the first move…

Today was supposed to be Kiersten Worth’s wedding day. A bottle of champagne and night of hot, no-strings-attached sex sounds like the perfect solution to her jilted bride blues, but her gorgeous target, Garrett Kelly, is a good friend and her son’s basketball coach. And he doesn’t have a clue what she has planned for him tonight…

Garrett’s had a thing for Kiersten for years. Her seduction is beyond anything in his hottest fantasies, and their encounter is enough to blow his mind—and his self-control. But Kiersten isn’t interested in anything more than friendship, until she discovers her night with Garrett has some rather unexpected consequences. Now Garrett is planning his next move…one that’s guaranteed to unravel all of Kiersten’s carefully-laid plans.

 

 

Series Reading Order:

Try Me

Love Me

Play Me

Take Me

And it’s HAWT. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about LOVE ME. It’s a book that has a lot of secrets, and is filled with second chances and…you guessed it…taking a chance on love. The hero is Tommy, from TRY ME. Erica’s older brother.

But I digress. First, check out the hot cover for the book! YOWZA! And it’s only 99 pennies! Check it out!

Blurb:

He always gets what he wants…

Marketing executive Thomas Jones is over Vegas’s cheap booze, cheap girls, and the reek of disappointment. Still, a business meeting with the elusive Brianna Faulk could mean landing a casino account he needs. But the moment he meets Brianna—and her lush, pin-up curves—Thomas’s needs are quickly replaced by an intense, overwhelming want…

He warned her that he was insufferable; he didn’t warn her that he was irresistible. Because despite all of her professionalism, Brianna wants nothing more than to be completely and thoroughly taken by Thomas. Ravished. Satisfied. So she gives him one night to blow her mind before they both return to real life. Except that one night isn’t enough… and more than one night could reveal the secrets Brianna is determined to hide.

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If you’re a fan of audiobooks, then you will be happy to hear that I now have two more audiobooks available for purchase through Audible! Two of my Brazens, TEMPORARILY YOURS and FALLING FOR THE GROOMSMAN, are available for purchase! Click here for TEMPORARILY YOURS, and here for FALLING FOR THE GROOMSMAN!

And it’s HAWT. First, I’ll tell you a little bit about TRY ME. It’s a book that has a Marine hero (yum) and the woman he’s always loved (of course) –who just happens to be his ex-best friend’s little sister…who just might happen to hate him for sleeping with his ex-best friend’s wife. Allegedly.

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Blurb:

She was off-limits…until now.

Marine Jeremy Addison is lost in the desert outside of Vegas. He’s brutally hungover, bruised and bloodied, and dehydrated as hell. Must’ve been a helluva night. The silver sports car that pulls over should have been his salvation. Insead, it’s Erica Jones—his ex-best friend’s sister…and the girl who broke Jeremy’s heart seven years ago.

While she wants to help Jeremy—and okay, maybe run her hands and tongue along the hard, muscled planes of his body— Erica’s wary of getting too close. Giving in to her libido is a bad idea. After all, she’s no longer the girl Jeremy once knew. Unfortunately, Erica never could hide herself from Jeremy, and this time around, she’s ready to try him…even if it’s the biggest gamble of her life.

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Four of my books (Try Me, Love Me, Play Me, and Take Me) are getting rebranded and re-released under Entangled Publishing’s Brazen line! I can’t wait to show off the new covers as the books are re-released, but here’s the old one’s for one last look before they change! I think you’ll love them as much as I do…though I *will* miss Jeremy’s abs (Try Me)!

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The new covers…coming SOON!

With a heading like this…

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He’ll give her exactly what she needs…

Protecting a princess is not what former marine Gordon Waybrook signed up for when he joined the Shillings Agency. But instead of the spoiled, regal little creature he expects, Isabelle VanGuard is a fiery, sexy-as hell woman who’s been denied what she needs for too long. And he’s just the man to break through her frozen public facade and give it to her.

When she’s with Gordon, all Isabelle can think about is pleasure. Their blistering chemistry is immediate and intense, but volatile. In fact, the only thing they agree on is that their one night together is just that—one night. Even after it becomes more. But tempers and temptation can’t disguise reality. Isabelle is a princess, and hot, hard, and tattooed bodyguard isn’t the Prince Charming her country expects…even if he’s exactly what she needs.

Novels in the Shillings Agency series by Diane Alberts:

Book one: Temporarily Yours

Book two: Stealing His Heart

Book three: Seducing The Princess 

and more to come …

Title: Seducing the Princess (Shillings Agency, #3)

Author: Diane Alberts

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Length: 221 pages

Release Date: December 2014

ISBN: 978-1-63375-162-0

Imprint: Brazen

Excerpt from

Seducing the Princess

by Diane Alberts

Copyright © 2014 by Diane Alberts. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.

Chapter One

Gordon Waybrook sighed and shifted his weight in the overly padded seat of the coffee shop booth he’d been sitting in for the last twenty minutes. The seat next to him was empty. Not for lack of trying, though. He’d already sent three women away, but he wasn’t hanging out in Cape Elizabeth, Maine, trying to pick up women.

He was there to scope out his charge, Princess Isabelle VanGuard of Maldeva.

All he knew about the woman was she was a spoiled princess, magnificent in a way that screamed for him to see if she was as stunning under her clothes as she was in them— and she was late. He glanced down at the copy of her official schedule to double-check the time, and sure enough, coffee was penciled in at four o’clock in the afternoon.

Of course, the Princess didn’t have to worry about being on time. People just waited for her and didn’t dare to complain because, well, she was a fucking princess. She

probably never said please or thank you. Just expected life to be handed to her with a shiny silver bow. Wait, no. Platinum.

With priceless diamonds.

If she thought he’d bow at her feet and kiss her toes, she had another think coming. She might be royalty and way above his reach, but he was an American.

And he didn’t bow at anyone’s feet unless he fucking wanted to.

Fifteen minutes and thirty-six seconds later…the royal princess herself walked in. As soon as he saw her, he stiffened. She wore big brown sunglasses, and held herself so stiffly he couldn’t believe she didn’t faint from the sheer energy it must take to stand so damn perfectly. Her long legs were covered in black pantyhose, and she wore heels that looked to be at least three inches high. Her blonde hair reached halfway down her back and was flawlessly smooth.

She was drop-dead gorgeous.

Way too much so for royalty.

Two women, who looked to be assistants of some sort, flanked her, their eyes narrow, and their mouths pinched tight. Isabelle scanned the room, her gaze slipping over him and then popping back immediately. When she didn’t look away, he raised a brow and stared right back at her. He expected her to blush from being caught staring at a tatted up dude in a shop…

But she stared right back at him.

Not only that, but she sashayed over, too. That was the only word for it, because her hips swung like he couldn’t believe. Holy mother of fucking shit, she was going to kill him before this mission was over. He cleared his throat and tugged on his collar. Great. Now he’d actually have to talk to her and introduce himself as her guard.

“Hello, I’m—”

“Staring at me,” she said, her soft accent washing over him. “Do we know each other, or do you make it a habit to stare at strange women in coffee shops?”

“Well…” Looking her up and down, he smirked. “You don’t look all that strange to me, so…?”

She laughed, then cut it off and glanced over her shoulder quickly. It was almost as if she was surprised she’d laughed at all. “You must not know me at all, then, because I’m one of the strangest women you’ll ever meet.”

He grinned. “I doubt that.”

“So you just like watching women in shops, then?” she asked, a small smile playing on her lips. They were soft and pink.

“Pretty women?” He shrugged. “Hell yeah. But no, we haven’t met.”

“Ah.” She tilted her head. “I’d hoped we had met, so my coming over here wouldn’t seem quite so…forward.”

He chuckled. “Lady? This is America. You don’t need a proper introduction to walk up to someone. You just do it.”

“In that case…” She nodded at the two women frowning at her from across the room, slid out the empty chair next to him, and smiled. They moved to the opposite side of the room, watching him closely the whole time. Especially the pinch-lipped one. “Nice to meet you.”

Grinning, he nodded. “Likewise. Please. Have a seat,” he said sardonically.

She laughed that musical laugh again. “Thank you. Don’t mind if I do. That’s an adorable accent you have.”

The grin slipped off his face. Adorable? Adorable was

for tiny puppies and little orange kittens that chased their own tails. He’d never once been described as adorable.

“I don’t have an accent at all.”

She smiled. “Not to you, but for me? It’s quite unique.”

“As is yours,” he said. After taking a sip of coffee, he motioned the barista over. “Not quite British, but almost French.”

Pursing her lips, she said, “Close enough.”

So, she wouldn’t tell him where she was from. She got an A+ for secrecy.

The woman who’d been watching him from behind the counter came over, all smiles. “Yes?”

“Can you get my friend here a…?”

“Fat free caramel mocha, please. No cream,” she said, smiling and friendly the whole time. “Thank you.”

So much for her never saying please and thank you.

She was proving him wrong on so many aspects without even trying. Usually, that pissed him off, but in this case? It was refreshingly good news. “Living dangerously, I see,” he murmured. “Who doesn’t get whipped cream?”

Tossing her hair behind her back, she met his stare head on. “I don’t live dangerously at all, for the most part. Taking risks is foolish and irresponsible.”

Spoken like a true princess.

“I agree.” He leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers in front of his stomach. “If everyone got whipped cream on their mochas, just think of the madness that could ensue. Rioting. Murder. Downright insanity.”

She laughed. It was perfect. Almost as if she practiced it everyday until she got it just right. “All right, Mr. Ass Pants.”

He choked on a laugh. “Mr. What?”

“Umm…” She froze, looking mortified. “Isn’t that a phrase here?”

“No.” Laughing fully now, he reached out and squeezed her hand. “I think you were going for Mr. Smarty Pants. Or maybe smart ass. But the two don’t really get combined.”

“Oops. See what happens when I try to be silly? Utter madness.”

“I think it’s refreshingly cute,” he countered. “Not mad at all.”

She blushed. Actually blushed. “Thank you.”

That was twice in one minute. He’d been so wrong.

And he had no idea what to do with that knowledge.

He shook his head, unable to look away from her. She was so…beautiful. Even more so now that he knew she didn’t have a stick lodged permanently up her ass as he’d originally suspected. He didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing just yet, though, because it made her even more tempting than before.

The barista came over, a to-go cup in her hand. “Here you go. That’ll be four twenty-six.”

Isabelle reached into her purse, but Gordon beat her there. After handing the cash to the worker, he smiled at Isabelle. “I’ve got it.”

“This isn’t a date,” she said, her lips twitching. “I should pay.”

“In America, we pay when we want to.” He locked gazes with her. “And I want to.”

“You keep throwing that statement at me. ‘In America, we…’ fill in the blank.”

He snorted. “I’ll be honest. We love ‘filling in’ stuff here in America. I can’t argue with that.”

She covered her face. “Oh my.”

“It’s okay. You kinda walked into—”

“Excuse me?” the stern faced, pinch-lipped, gray haired woman interrupted. Gordon recognized her as one of Isabelle’s assistants…or whatever they were called. “We need to go now.”

“Hello,” he said. Time to come clean and tell Isabelle who he really was. He didn’t mind doing so anymore, because he liked her now. A lot. Too much, maybe. “Don’t worry. I’m her—”

“I wasn’t speaking to you.” She frowned at him, as if he was dirtying Isabelle by simply being near her. Truth be told…he might be doing precisely that. He wasn’t exactly a prince or anything. “We need to go. You have a schedule to stick to.”

Isabelle’s hands dropped, and she looked up at the woman. “Yes. Yes, of course. I’ll be right over, Mary.” She sat up straighter, her face falling back into that regal expression. “Thank you.”

And right now, he saw the princess he’d expected to see. Regal. Proper. Uptight. Spoiled. “Duty calls, huh?”

She glanced at him. “I’m afraid so. It was lovely meeting you, though.”

“You as well.” He held his hand out, waiting for her to take it. She studied it, then slid her fingers into his palm. Staring at her, he raised her knuckles to his mouth and kissed it. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again.”

She flushed, her fingers wiggling in his. “I doubt that. I have a very busy visit planned.”

“We’ll see,” he said, grinning.

After glancing over her shoulder nervously, she turned back and whispered, “But maybe if you’d like to—?”

“Miss.” The gray haired woman crossed her arms and stepped closer. “I really must insist we continue on. There is a lot to do before six tonight.”

The cranky assistant referred to Isabelle’s dinner plans later on.

“Right.” She offered Gordon one last smile. “It really was nice meeting you.”

“You, too.” He let go of her hand reluctantly. “See ya later.”

“Goodbye,” she said, slipping out of the chair.

He watched her walk away, her hips swinging gracefully

with each move. As she walked out of the door, she glanced back at him, the light in her eyes subdued. With a small smile, she slipped her sunglasses on and left.

He couldn’t wait to see the surprise on her face when he introduced himself later as her guard, couldn’t wait to hear his name on her lips. Would it be as soft and lilting as everything else she said? What if she screamed it out in pleasure as he went down—shit.

He was screwed, because he wasn’t supposed to touch her…

And that’s all he could think about, but he wouldn’t even think about trying to pursue that avenue. She was a princess, and he’d never be good enough for a woman like her. She’d expect castles, horses, world tours, and jewels.

Not cape cods, dogs, Maine, and nightmares.

Today we are revealing the cover for BLURRED LINES by Jen McLaughlin. This is the highly-anticipated adult standalone novel that is part of the New York Times Bestselling OUT OF LINE series. The book will be released on January 26, 2015.

BOOK BLURB:

Once burned…

Finding my fiancée naked on my couch might’ve been a good thing, if her ex-boyfriend hadn’t been with her. For the past eight years I’ve been a witness to the power of true love, but after getting burned I’d decided there wasn’t any hope for me finding it for myself. Until I met Noelle Brandt in a hotel bar. Maybe it wasn’t the most romantic meeting, but the moment I met her I knew I had to have her. The more I learn about her, the more I know I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her.

Twice shy…

I’d already found the love of my life, but I’d lost that love forever. And I’d been lost ever since. But one night a wounded man makes all of that go away. He makes me laugh, live, and feel alive. When he tells me he has no intention of letting me go, I finally begin to believe in the power of true love again. That is, until I find out who he really is…and by then, it’s far too late to correct the mistakes we’ve already made. By the time we both know the truth, the lines have already been blurred beyond recognition.

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AUTHOR INFORMATION

Jen McLaughlin is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of sexy New Adult books. Under her pen name Diane Alberts, she is a multi-published, bestselling author of Contemporary Romance with Entangled Publishing. Her first release as Jen McLaughlin, Out of Line, released September 6 2013, and hit the New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal lists. She was mentioned in Forbes alongside E. L. James as one of the breakout independent authors to dominate the bestselling lists. She is represented by Louise Fury at The Bent Agency.

Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal-clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, and a cat. Her goal is to write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.

Website: http://dianealberts.com/

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