Series: Sydney Smoke Rugby #3
Author: Amy Andrews
Release Date: Jan 30, 2017
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Lincoln Quinn loves rugby, women, and poker. And he likes to win at all three. When his team mates bet him he can’t break through Em’s resolve, he’s more than up for the challenge. But this lady has a shoebox of stipulations before she’ll even go on a date with him, much less use that mouth for kissing instead of giving orders.
Something’s gotta give but this time Em’s not settling. And Linc’s questioning everything he ever knew about matters of the heart.
Each book in the Sydney Smoke Rugby series is a standalone, full-length story that can be enjoyed out of order.
Book #1 Playing By Her Rules
Book #2 Playing it Cool
Book #3 Playing the Player
Pumped to make this phone call. Pumped to hear Em say yes.
“Hi, Em Newman speaking.”
She had one of those teacher’s voices. Firm but kind, with just enough fuck-with-me-and-I’ll-send-you-to-the-principal edge to keep a guy in line. That kind of voice that had never really worked on him when he’d been in high school, but then he’d never had a teacher as sexy as Em Newman, either.
He might have turned up more often if he had.
“I think I’ve been going about this all the wrong way,” he said, picturing her sitting at her desk, her mouth pressing close to the phone receiver so she wasn’t overheard.
“I’ve been going for traditional names. But it’s not Ermintrude. Or Emma. Or Emily or Emmeline. So I’m thinking now your parents might be hippies, and it’s actually something like Ember. Or Emerald.”
There was a long pause then a deep sigh. “Why do you care?”
“I want to be able to call you by your real name.”
“Well, the kids call me Miss Newman.”
Linc chuckled. “Oh. Don’t tempt me.”
Another heavy sigh. “Are you just going to ring me every lunch hour?”
“Sure. If I have to.”
“Don’t you have...push-ups to do? Or something? Balls to kick. Tries to score?”
He grinned. “Training finishes at twelve, and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to score right now.”
“Linc...” He’d have to have been deaf not to hear the exasperation in her voice. “I have papers to mark.”
“You are hell on a man’s ego, Miss Newman.” He loved the way “Miss” rolled off his tongue, and a dozen dirty thoughts about naughty teachers with crazy curls bending over to help a student with a problem, their shirts gaping to reveal pretty bras flitted through his head with a predictable effect on his dick.
Who knew teachers could be such a fucking turn-on?
Certainly not a guy who’d spent a good portion of his life avoiding them at all costs.
She snorted. “I have a feeling your ego couldn’t be brought down with an elephant gun.”
He laughed, not even bothering to try and dissuade her from the accuracy of her statement. “The Nerd Chicks are in town on Friday night.”
She didn’t say anything for a beat or two. “You know who the Nerd Chicks are?”
“I do now.”
Linc had spent a long time online last night trying to come up with something that’d blow Em’s mind. He’d finally found An Evening with the Nerd Chicks. Apparently they were three women with science backgrounds who ran a popular YouTube channel discussing all things science and had taken their show on the road.
“We should go together.”
There was another pause, but he thought he could hear her breath hitch. “Top marks for trying, Linc. But it’s sold out. It sold out in about half an hour.”
“Lucky for you I have two V.I.P. tickets.”
He definitely heard her breath this time. Hissing slowly out this time in a long exhale. “Thank you but...no.”
“No? Did I mention you get to meet them afterwards?”
A soft noise that sort of sounded like a whimper or maybe even a low growl caressed his eardrum. “I said no.”
But it was the most unconvincing no Linc had ever heard. He could practically feel her conflict. “Come on, Miss Newman,” he pressed. “Why deprive yourself?”
“Because, Linc,” she muttered, her voice terse, “afterwards I’ll probably fuck you in your ridiculously sexy car.”
Linc’s pulse spiked at her direct prediction. Even if she had sounded utterly depressed over it. He laughed. “And that’s a bad thing?”
“Okay. What if I promise to not let you fuck me in my car? Or anywhere else?”
It wasn’t going to win him the bet—but he really didn’t give a fuck anymore. Linc just really wanted to take her to the show. Because she obviously wanted to go.
She snorted. “I can be very persuasive.”
At sixteen she met a guy she knew she was going to marry and she did. They're still living out their HEA and have two new adult children who are spreading their wings and flying the coop. She loves good books, frequent travel and great booze although she'll take mediocre booze if there's nothing else.
Amy spent six years on the national executive of Romance Writers of Australia including a two year term as president and after many years of unofficial mentoring of emerging writers, now runs her own manuscript assessment business, Word Witchery, which specialises in romantic fiction. With unique insight into what makes a story that sells, Amy aims to help every manuscript shine.
She lives on acreage on the outskirts of Brisbane with a gorgeous mountain view but secretly wishes it was the hillsides of Tuscany.