James Games
By L.A. Rose
Release Date: September 30th, 2014
Genre: NA Romance
Synopsis
Every year, the girls of Phi Delpha Chi, Fiona
Arlett’s dream sorority, hold a competition.
The prize?
James Reid, king size bar of eye candy and
famous actor turned haughty undergrad.
The rules?
No girl but the winner can touch him.
The problem?
Fiona miiight have unknowingly banged his
brains out last week.
Losing the competition may mean wearing a
chicken suit to the sexiest Halloween costume contest, but she’d rather have
feathers up her butt than let the truth out.
Unfortunately, she and James have lots in
common and more chemistry than the science wing. Soon they’re sneaking around
behind the backs of UCSD’s hottest and most vengeful girls.
If they find out?
Fiona’s screwed.
Excerpt
“Leave,” James repeats. The word sweeps over
the boys surrounding me like an icy cold breeze from the asscrack of
Antarctica. He’s really got the serial killer vibe going on. Even I have to
resist the urge to jump up and run for the hills. I don’t blame my harem for
scattering, leaving me sitting exposed and undefended on the counter, at the
mercy of James Reid.
I point at him. “You scared away my harem.”
“Those guys were looking at you like you’re a
piece of meat.” His tone is thick with disgust.
“Technically I am a piece of meat. Plus bones
and stuff. Also, don’t you think that’s a bit hypocritical?”
I expect him to scoff at this, to shrug it off
or deny it. Instead he cuts his eyes away from me. “I’m sorry,” he says
finally. “I shouldn’t have jump—”
“Jump-started my car for me,” I interrupted
loudly, fully aware that Sigrid is straining to listen in on our conversation,
even if she is across the room. “You’re right. You should have just let me take
it to the shop. Some things should be done by professionals.”
A ghost of a smile traces its way upward from
the corners of his lips. It’s the first time I’ve seen him smile, and damn, is
it dangerous. I swallow and look away. “Although—even though I know that I
shouldn’t have let you near my car, and you’re definitely not coming near it
again, you don’t need to apologize. At the time, I really wanted you to
jump-start my car.”
My phone buzzes. I glance down. A text from
Iris. Think of a better euphemism. You’re not being subtle.
“Did you just say I’m not a professional?” he
asks, leaning one-handed on the counter so that his thumb is bare inches away
from my thigh. He’s close enough to count the goose pimples that appear on my
skin.
“Definitely an amateur,” I smirk.
His hand inches closer. “Why don’t you call me
next time your car needs some work done and I’ll show you more of what I’m
capable of.”
L.A. Rose
recently made it out of college alive and with an English degree. She's a
habitual beach bum, a cuteness aficionado, and a not-quite-recovered romance
addict. She's a big believer in laughter as medicine and steaminess as...more
medicine. You can never have enough medicine. James Games is her second New
Adult standalone.
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