Perfect
Sense
Perfect
Series, Book
One
by Amanda
Cowen
a New Adult Contemporary Sports
Romance
Book Description:
He’s gorgeous.
He’s reckless.
And he’s every woman’s dirty
fantasy in the state of California.., except one… Quinn Ashby.
Recent graduate of Penn and top of
her class, Quinn is whip smart, ambitious and interning as the new marketing
coordinator for the Bexley Bruisers American Hockey League team. The last thing
she needs is to waste her time on guys…especially one as lethal to her focus as
Cash Brooks.
But once the bad boy hockey star
tempts her into his world, threatening her professional future, she’s forced to
decide whether to let him into her heart…or to leave him behind forever.
Excerpt:
I round the corner
into the secluded hall leading to the washrooms, and my heart stops. Cash on
the ice, sweaty and dressed in hockey equipment, was sexy, but the Cash sitting
feet away, wearing an expensive modern-fit, pastel brown suit, is insanely hot.
I eye the two women perched on either side of him on the red velvet chaise. To
his right, a long-haired blonde with extensions rests a possessive hand on his
chest. To his left, a woman with jet black hair toys with her side ponytail
while running the fingers of her other hand through his wavy honey-colored
hair.
His piercing blue
gaze snaps to mine, and he tilts his head to the side, studying me. A cocky
grin curves his full lips. I move forward, unable to breathe as his stare
slides down my peplum dress, stopping once at my breasts and once at my hips.
His eyes lock with mine and I fiddle with the gold-toned slider bracelet around
my wrist. He pushes up from the chaise,
abandoning the two women feeling him up in the corner. I turn away, and as my
palm slams against the door of the ladies room, a big, warm hand closes around
my wrist.
Cash spins me
around and I press back against the wall beside the door. He cages me, his
palms flat on either side of my head. He leans toward me, his mouth inches from
my face, so close I can the warmth of his breath tickling my cheek. He smells
ridiculously good, like honey and cinnamon.
“Mittens,” he
whispers, his mouth dangerously close to my lips. “I didn’t peg you as the
stalking type, especially since you took off after I scored that hard-earned
goal for you.”
What an arrogant
bastard!
I arch an eyebrow
at him. “Excuse me? Do I know you?”
His eyes flicker,
and his lips curl in amusement. “Come on, Quinn. I don’t ever forget a pretty
face. I’m willing to bet you don’t forget one either.”
My heart pounds as
I glare into his sharp baby blues. His sexy athletic build towers over me. He
makes me feel even more petite than usual. I try to ignore the rise and fall on
his muscular chest, but despite myself my nipples harden.
Even though my
body is betraying me, I refuse to act like every other puck bunny, falling at
his feet. “You’re really full of yourself, aren’t you?” I say. “Now if you’ll
excuse me, I need to use the ladies room.”
He chuckles, “How
about you stop playing games with me and admit you came here looking for me.”
I shoot him a
disgusted look. “I’m not here for you.”
Cash smiles at me
with what I am guessing to be one of his most charmingly rehearsed expressions.
He cocks his head to the side then bites his bottom lip like he is thinking
about something. “Alright, since you want to play it that way…” He leans in
close enough that I feel his stubble brush against my cheek. “Can I buy you a
drink?”
An unwelcome
shiver of awareness shoots up my spine. “Listen, asshole. I am Hilton Ashby’s
daughter and the newest employee in the Marketing and Promotions Department for
the Bruisers. So if you wouldn’t mind stepping aside so I can freshen up, I
would really appreciate it.”
Cash’s dimples
deepen, and a dangerous grin pulls at the corners of his lips. “Perfect, now I
know where I can find you.”
I feel myself
weaken for a brief second at his smile, until I remind myself this guy is
nothing but trouble. Wrapping my fingers tightly around his tie, I yank him
against my chest, and whisper in his ear, “Stay away from me, Brooks. I don’t
do arrogant dickheads.”
Cash looks
straight into my eyes, his grin still in place. He runs a callused fingertip
along my collarbone. “I’m not going anywhere.” He leans down, his lips close to
mine. “I promise you, this is just the
beginning.”
About
the Author:
Amanda Cowen can be found eating
cupcakes, singing off-key, or watching a good RomCom when she isn't trapped on
her computer writing stories. She is an "It's Always Sunny in
Philadelphia" fanatic, a hater of roller-coasters and a country music
junkie. She lives in Thunder Bay, ON where the summers are short and the
winters are long.
Her next Contemporary Romance/New
Adult Fiction novel PERFECT SENSE (The Perfect Series #1) will be available
March 22, 2016.
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