Slow Play by Monica Murphy is releasing soon! This is book 3 in the Rules series.
Newly broke girl Alexandria Asher just wants to live a normal life. After her parents are sent to prison on embezzlement charges, she enrolls in college under her mother’s maiden name and tries her best to pretend she’s someone else.
Tristan Chadwick is everything Alex is trying to avoid. A seemingly egotistical, lazy, rich jerk, she dumps her beer on his head when he comes on to her one night at a party. This only spurs Tristan into action. He loves nothing more than a challenge. And the beautiful Alex is exactly the type of challenge that intrigues him.
Despite her reluctance, Alex finds herself quickly involved with Tristan. Underneath that playboy exterior is a good guy, a sweet and sexy guy who she is undoubtedly falling for. What they both don’t realize is the actions of Alex’s parents are the reason for so much tragedy in Tristan’s family. And when Tristan discovers who Alex and her family really is, can he forgive and forget?
Tristan Chadwick is everything Alex is trying to avoid. A seemingly egotistical, lazy, rich jerk, she dumps her beer on his head when he comes on to her one night at a party. This only spurs Tristan into action. He loves nothing more than a challenge. And the beautiful Alex is exactly the type of challenge that intrigues him.
Despite her reluctance, Alex finds herself quickly involved with Tristan. Underneath that playboy exterior is a good guy, a sweet and sexy guy who she is undoubtedly falling for. What they both don’t realize is the actions of Alex’s parents are the reason for so much tragedy in Tristan’s family. And when Tristan discovers who Alex and her family really is, can he forgive and forget?
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Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children. She's a workaholic who loves her job. When she's not busy writing, she also loves to read and travel with her family. She writes new adult and contemporary romance and is published with Bantam and Avon. She also writes romance as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.Find Monica: Facebook | Twitter | Website
Excerpt
Slowly I turn to find a tall guy standing before me, and it
takes everything I have not to roll my eyes.
Most of the dudes at this Halloween party tonight are beyond
obnoxious, either wearing the most ridiculous costumes ever or behaving like
assholes. Something about a mask and drinking too much booze on the spookiest
night of the year brings out the worst in them.
This guy, in his sleazy pimp costume, is no exception. And
wasn’t his costume played out already years ago? Made out of cheap crushed
purple velvet trimmed in leopard print, with wide collars and bell bottom
pants, topped by a matching purple velvet and leopard trimmed hat. He’s wearing
mirrored sunglasses so I can’t see his eyes, which makes me think he’s kind of
shady. The grin on his face is huge, in that giant, shit-eating way good
looking guys smile.
Because he so is. Good looking. He knows it too.
Oh, and he has a cane. That he’s pointing right at me at
about mid-thigh.
Like he’s trying to lift the hem of my skirt.
I take a step away from him and send him my most evil glare.
“You look ridiculous.”
“You look hot as fuck.” He lowers the cane and takes a step
toward me, that confident grin he’s wearing perfectly matching his horrific
costume. He looks like a greedy pimp. Or what we regular people think a greedy
pimp must look like.
“Eloquent,” I tell him, crossing my arms in front of my
chest. I ignore the little fizz of pleasure his comment gives me. I should not
like that he called me hot as fuck. How crude. He’s a pig.
His head tilts down and he actually reaches up to push his
sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so he can…what? Get a better look at me?
He’s got a lot of nerve. “Nice cleavage, angel.”
I don’t have what constitutes as much cleavage yet somehow,
he makes me feel dirty for wearing a costume with a low neckline. Must be his
tone of voice. Or more likely the lecherous way he’s checking me out. Do girls
really find his behavior attractive? Granted, he’s good looking from what I can
tell but his attitude is shit.
“Do you come by the sleazy comments naturally? Or are you
powered by the costume?” I bat my eyelashes like I’m as innocent as my halo
implies I am.
He pushes his sunglasses back up, covering suddenly
thunderous blue eyes. He’d seemed infinitely amused with himself, with the
situation only a moment ago and I’m surprised at the sudden shift. “My flirting
skills are in the toilet with this costume tonight, I swear to fucking God,” he
mutters.
His blunt honesty makes me laugh and he smiles slowly in
return. “Newsflash. Girls don’t find pimps that attractive. We’re taught from a
young age to run in the opposite direction when we spot one.”
“I’ve discovered that.” He rubs his chin, cupping it with
his thumb and index finger and I watch those fingers move in barely contained
fascination. He has nice hands. Wide palms, long fingers…
“You run into many pimps?”
His deep voice breaks through my thoughts and I give a
slight shake of my head. “You’re my first.”
The faintly leering grin is back, just like that. Inside I
grow cold. He’s too cocky for me. Too sure of himself. I’ve dealt with enough
of these types to last me a lifetime. “Well, let me introduce myself—”
MEET THE CREW!
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