Play to Win – Tiffany Slow – Release Day Blitz

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The final book in the Risky Business series. Who will Sage choose?

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PLAY FAIR . . .OR PLAY TO WIN?

Falling in love with polar ­opposite men was an intoxicating ride

that nearly ended Sage Reese’s life. Now it’s time for Sage to decide: Parker, the clean­ cut,

filthy ­rich business magnate . . . or Ryker, the tough ­as­ nails undercover detective. Her choice?

Neither. Because she can’t stand the thought of coming between two brothers­ in­ arms finally

trying to repair their friendship.

 

 

excerpt

There might be better ways to wake up than sandwiched between two half­ naked men, but if there was, I couldn’t imagine what it would be.

Early morning light filtered through the window blinds as I blinked a few times and debated whether I wanted to move.

We were sleeping spoon­ style, all three of us, my front pressed against Ryker’s back with Parker cradling me from behind, his arm slung over my waist. It was warm and cozy and I felt like I never wanted to move.

They were both here, whole and safe. Ryker’s chest rose and fell steadily and I could feel Parker’s breath stir my hair. The terror from my nightmare seemed a world away. I felt safe with both of them looming over me in the bed, and I memorized the feeling. I’d felt unsafe too often lately.

God, what day was it? I’d lost track with all that had happened.

It wasn’t like I had to get up for work. Last I’d checked, I was unemployed, thanks to telling my boss—the man currently spooning me— that I’d quit.

Not that I’d had much of a choice. Once you sleep with your boss and tell him you love him, that’s pretty much a Point of No Return right there. Or maybe that point had been when I’d dated (and yes, slept with) his arch frenemy—the man I was currently spooning.

Being hunted by Russian mafia bosses and hit men would turn any girl’s life into a soap opera, right?

Right.

I frowned, not wanting to think about the current disastrous state of my life. At this moment in time, everything was perfect, and I didn’t want to face reality.

Not yet.

Unfortunately, reality didn’t feel the same way about me,because no sooner had I thought that than Parker’s arm tightened around me. He snuggled closer, close enough for me to feel that his body was most assuredly not undergoing any lasting side effects from Viktor’s torture, but was most wholeheartedly embracing the morning.

Okay, so I was a red ­blooded woman who’d maybe read one too many romance novels, but the thoughts that flashed through my head weren’t of a high standard at that moment. I cursed ethics and morals and all those things that kept me from pressing my lips to Ryker’s naked back and pushing my hips back into Parker’s.

Oh, for a bottle of tequila and an inadequate respect for propriety…

As though he’d heard my thoughts, Ryker stirred, turning onto his back. My hand fluttered for a moment, then settled softly on his chest. His dog tags were tangled about his neck and my gaze wandered over his chest and ab muscles to the white bandage covering the burn.

I thought I should probably get up before I did something colossally stupid. It seemed my hormones wanted to celebrate the fact that we were all alive and well, an urge I heartily seconded but one which I doubted the men would appreciate very much.

Squirming a little, I tried to ease out of the smidge of space I was wedged into without waking either of them.

“If you leave me in bed alone with another man, I’ll have to fire you.”

Parker’s murmured words in my ear made me smile in spite of myself.

“You can’t fire me. I already quit, remember?”

“Yes, but I was hoping you didn’t.”

“So much for wishing this didn’t really happen,” Ryker interrupted, cracking his eyes open and slanting a look at me.

“Pretend it’s the zombie apocalypse,” I suggested. “We’re huddling for warmth and survival.”

His lips twitched. Then his gaze fell to where Parker’s arm was around me, and even that tiny smile faded entirely.

Yep. Time to cut this short, since it looked like I was the only one already composing a letter to Penthouse Forum in my head.

 

abouttheauthor

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Tiffany attended the University of Missouri

– Columbia, attaining two degrees in History and Social Studies Education. After working many

years as an instructor and consultant in the Information Technology field, Tiffany now writes full-
time.

Tiffany loves to read and has been reading romance novels

since she was way too young to read such things. She has an unhealthy obsession for all things

Doctor Who, prefers Pepsi to Coke and Absolut to both, thinks men who drink girly cocktails are

wusses, has learned to never stop believing in her beloved St. Louis Cardinals, and can recite

the entire scripts of When Harry Met Sally and Apollo 13. George Washington is cool, Bon Jovi

still rocks the house, and Bruce Willis is the ultimate alpha­-male hero.

Married with two wonderful daughters, Tiffany and her family

make their home in Kansas City, Missouri, not far from where she was born and raised in St.

Louis, Missouri.

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