I have a new book release tomorrow, so I’m sharing a Playing with the Bad Boy excerpt with you today to celebrate. If you haven’t already pre-ordered your copy, it’s not too late. You’ll be the first to receive it directly to your Kindle so there are no delays. However, if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber, you can read it for free on release day as part of your membership.
Here’s what you can expect:
- Sports romance (football)
- Friends to lovers
- Forced proximity
- Redeemed bad boy
- Found family
- Rich AF hero
- Open door steam and lots of it
Blake and Everett are so sweet together and also steamy as hell (it is me, after all). And the rest of the boys in the series are finding their happily ever afters in my head, which will soon translate to your Kindle. I’m already halfway through Ryker and Corrine’s story, and you will definitely need a fan.
Playing with the Bad Boy Excerpt
I’m choosing between two different bra and panty sets when someone—who must be Everett—knocks on the bedroom door and comes inside the room.
“Hey, B? Are you in here?”
My voice freezes in my throat, and I’m like a deer caught in the headlights. I need to call out and say something—anything—to tell Everett that I’ll meet him in the living room in a bit, but I can’t speak.
When I open my mouth, a chortled gasp comes out instead of any useful words.
“B?”
He pops his head into the closet, and I’m just standing here naked, holding a red lacy combo in one hand and black silk in the other.
“Oh! I’m…” Instead of immediately backing up or covering his eyes or doing anything that he should actually do, Everett’s gaze bounces all over my body, and goosebumps rise on my bare skin. “Well, I can’t say that I’m sorry. I’m decidedly not sorry.”
“Ev!”
But if he should back up, I should cover myself with, well, anything. And I’m not. Does my warped mind want him to look? Because that’s exactly what he’s doing.
Soaking in every inch of my bare skin until I see his breath catch.
His eyes close for a second, like he’s downloading the memory, and his fists clench on the doorframe. He is one magnificent male, and I really shouldn’t be noticing. But I’m in my settling down era, and all our interactions are more intense than usual.
Plus, the fact that I’m, you know, naked.
For a second, I wonder if he’s turned on just from looking at me. Is it possible he’s getting hard right now? But it’s not like I can just go check. What if he is? What would I even do about it?
And then he finally does back up. “Hey, B?”
“Mmm?” It’s all I can manage.
“Go with the black one. Please.”
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Olivia Peters 