Title: Playing with Fire
Series: Game Time #1
Author: Alix Nichols
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: May 10, 2017
Blurb
He was supposed to look after her, not kiss her senseless…
Au pair Uma is all kinds of wrong for single dad Zach. Raised in a
conservative Hindu family, Uma is his son’s nanny, a twenty-three-year-old
virgin, and a guileless ingenue to boot.
Zach knows all of that.
Then why can’t he rein in his lust for her?
If there is one man Uma should not be attracted to,
it’s the father of the adorable five-year-old in her charge. Once burned twice
shy, Zach is the captain of a pro water polo team and a wealthy entrepreneur
who can have any woman he wants. No strings attached.
Small wonder he goes all out to shun Uma!
But when, with the help of a bottle of fine wine, Zach confesses all the
dirty things he’d like to do to her, Uma astounds him by saying she wants that,
too.
What’s a man to do but oblige?
Besides, it’s not like it’s the end of the world. They’re both
sensible, level-headed adults. They’ll just have a bit of fun and then go back
to normal, as if nothing happened.
As if feelings weren’t already getting in the way.
As if feelings weren’t already getting in the way.
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Excerpt
After Sam has shut his eyes, I tiptoe out of his room and
downstairs to the kitchen. We keep a box of delicious artisanal chocolates in
one of the cabinets above the sink, and my intention is to treat myself to one
as a consolation prize for not having laid eyes on Uma since this morning.
Making as little noise as I can and without turning the
light on, I open the box. A lonely champagne truffle stares at me from the
bottom.
The last one.
I’ll have to buy a new box tomorrow. Given how much both Uma
and I love these chocolates, I’ve been buying a box every week since Uma
discovered the shop on a quiet street behind the market square. We keep them
hidden not to tempt Sam, and help ourselves to one or two every night after
he’s gone to bed.
“My preeecious,” I whisper to the truffle in Gollum’s voice.
Uma giggles behind my back.
I didn’t hear her come in.
“So, what do we do now?” she asks, looking up at me.
“Clearly, we’ve both sneaked in here with the same gluttonous intentions, but
there’s only one truffle left.”
“I got here first,” I say.
“Only by a second!” She pouts. “I really need that chocolate
at this particular juncture in my life.”
“Me, too.”
She puts her hands on her hips and jerks her chin up.
“That’s not very chivalrous of you, Zach.”
“Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean you always get
your way.” I arch an eyebrow. “Besides, chivalry was made redundant in the
sixties.”
“OK, forget chivalry—what about fairness? I’m a featherweight
next to your… King Kong weight. As a pro athlete, it would be sporting of you
to withdraw from the competition.”
I guffaw at her resourcefulness. “Nice try, Uma. But not a
chance.”
She huffs in frustration.
“Well,” I say. “At least, now you’ve seen my true colors and
how thin my veneer of gallantry is.”
“Yes. Whatever.” She pinches her chin. “Can we cut it in
half?”
Tenacious little thing.
I almost give in, but sparring with her is too much fun to
put an end to it by showing mercy.
“Hmm…” I tilt my head to the side and peer at the tiny
cocoa-powdered confection as if I were considering her proposition. “Nah. It’s
too small.”
“So, you’re really going to eat it now all by yourself?”
I nod. “Exactly. And you can console yourself with a
Toblerone.”
She pulls a face. “How can you even compare industrial milk
chocolate to this… fountain of flavor and well-being?”
“Fine,” I say, smiling. “Don’t eat a Tob—”
She snatches the chocolate from the box and darts out the
door into the garden. I drop the box and run after her.
She shoves the chocolate in her mouth.
“Cheater!” I narrow my eyes in what I hope is an
intimidating glare. “You’re going to pay for this.”
She bolts, trying to get back into the house.
I block her way, towering over her. Uma retreats, turns
around, and runs to the other end of the garden. I follow, hot on her heels.
She doesn’t shriek, no doubt, so she won’t wake up Sam, whose window is open
above us.
For two or three minutes, I chase Uma around the garden in
silence. I’m faster, but she’s nimbler. Besides, I’ve no clue how I’m going to
make her “pay” for her theft, so I’m not really putting my heart and soul into
the pursuit. On our third round, Uma ducks under my arm and hightails it into
the house, across the kitchen, and toward the stairs.
She’s hoping to make it to her bedroom and lock herself in.
Not happening.
Accelerating, I close the distance between us. She scrambles
up the steps. I grab her shoulders from behind, putting an end to her delusion
that she can outrun me. Giggling, she tries to break free. I wrap my arms
around her to hold her. She stops thrashing. I pull her into me, tightening my
hold. She stops laughing.
For a few moments, neither of us moves or makes a sound,
pressed against each other, panting.
Her chest heaves underneath my forearms.
I press them lightly against her little breasts, her nipples…
My heart throbs in my ears.
A caveman’s impulse to sling her over my shoulder and carry
her somewhere private where I can have my way with her surges up somewhere in
my gut, both shocking and tantalizing me. To resist it, I plant my feet firmly
into the step and refuse to move a single muscle in my body.
With Uma one step higher on the staircase, her nape is
perniciously close to my face, making my struggle harder than it already is.
Her silky black hair is gathered into her usual bun that’s gotten messy from
all the running.
I stare at her delicate neck.
Want to kiss it.
Dying to kiss it.
Can’t.
Because… reasons… good reasons… if I could just recall them.
There!
She’s Sam’s nanny.
That’s good, but not good enough…
She’s my friend’s almost fiancée. She’s inexperienced and
clearly not thinking straight right now.
Very good. I relax my embrace enough for her to duck and
slip away.
Only she doesn’t do it.
Instead, she leans back into me.
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Author Bio
At the age of six, she released her first rom com. It featured highly creative spelling on a dozen pages stitched together and bound in velvet paper. Decades later, she still loves the romance genre. Her spelling has improved (somewhat), and her books have topped the Amazon charts around the world. She lives in France with her family and their almost-human dog.
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