Yes, the insanity of the not #TeaserTuesday is continuing with #TeaserFriday. If this is upsetting… I can’t even apologize. I’m blaming all of my friends for putting out so many hot books at once that there’s no way I could spread them out over just Tuesdays. Soooo, I’m sharing these wonderful books with you in a spree of sexy sexy romance stories. Today is Livia Grant’s ‘Royalty, American Style: King of Baseball’ which was released in the ‘Royally Mine’ anthology earlier this year – which hit the USA Today bestseller list! I know, you’re already excited, but even better? Livia added some super special BONUS SCENES to this! More Colton! More Harper! More SEXY TIMES! Aaaand we all know how much I adore Livia Grant, so… ’nuff said.
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Royalty, American Style: King of Baseball
Harper refuses to be the next notch on the King of Baseball’s bedpost.
Playboy Colton King is American royalty… sports royalty that is. The MLB all-star is also the newest millionaire bachelor in an R-rated cable reality show. Six gorgeous women are prepared to do anything to win him as their prize. So why does he only want the one woman on the set he’s not supposed to have?
Harper Gardener wasn’t supposed to be part of the show, but when Colton turns his charms in her direction, she finds resistance is futile. Can you make it out with her heart still in tact and without being made the fool on national television?
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Teaser
He knew he was doing something right when she fell harder against him like a wet noodle, turning her body over to him as he explored her sexy curves. Her purr of contentment gave him the green light to latch on to her breasts through her shirt, squeezing her ample mounds, careful to pinch the protruding nips hard enough to send a jolt of excitement through both of them.
And then he made his first error. He spoke.
His “Ah, Harper…” acted like a bucket of cold water thrown on the passionate couple. As if he were suddenly a hot poker, burning her, Harper jerked out of his embrace bolting quickly away from her horse and Colton. By the time he caught up to her, she was fumbling to rezip her coat, her boots inches from getting wet in the placid lake.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she accused, nervously breaking the silence.
“Why? It seemed like you were enjoying it.”
She glanced his way as she spat angry words. “Screw you. Aren’t you happy enough messing around with the contestants? I’d think you were getting so much booty that you wouldn’t need to cheat on them with me.”
There were so many problems with her assertion he didn’t know where to start. He spun her body towards him so he could see her eyes in the moonlight.
“First, let me assure you, I’ve gotten zero booty, and even if I had, I’m not in a relationship with these women so how the hell can I cheat on them?”
Her eyes widened. “I can’t believe it. I knew you were a playboy, but I didn’t peg you for a liar too. Well no thanks. I’m not interested in being number seven on the list,” she huffed, her spunky sass returning.
“What would you say if I told you you were number one on the list?”
And he meant it. He wasn’t interested in even playing scrabble with the other six, let alone fucking them.
“What is this? Some kind of game?” As if she remembered something upsetting, she glanced around nervously. “Are you taping this? Are there cameramen out there trying to catch me acting like an idiot?”
“Oh for crying out loud, of course not! I wouldn’t do that to you.”
She didn’t look convinced. “Why not? And maybe you wouldn’t, but Gavin would in a heartbeat. I know the only reason he hasn’t fired me is because he’s hoping my being here is gonna make you do something stupid again like throw a chair through another wall.” Her eyes softened with laughter as she started giggling. “I still have no clue why you did that by the way, but it was pretty fucking hilarious. You should have seen the look on everyone’s face as I came running in. It was priceless.”
“Yeah, real funny,” he grumbled, running his fingers through his hair self-consciously.
Her tinkling laughter made it hard to stay embarrassed. “You should see their faces every night when Cecelia puts the food down on the table. You’re sure to piss off at least one of them every single meal.”
“That isn’t hard, since between them there are only a handful of things they won’t bitch about. I mean seriously. Who doesn’t like apple pie?”
Colt shared the joke. “It’s un-American.”
Their eyes locked in good-humored agreement. For the first time, he could tell she was tempted to lean closer.
Something was wrong with him. Gone was his Casanova confidence, replaced with a trepidation that had him actually nervous. It wasn’t unlike the kind of anxious excitement he felt stepping up to the plate in a tight game, knowing something magical was about to happen. Only instead of his bat making the magic, he wanted it to be his other body parts that took charge tonight.
He met her half way as she leaned into him. Their lips brushed softly, almost chaste if it weren’t for the feel of her taught nipples pressing against his chest. Nature took over, seducing the woman in his arms until they both had to come up for air.
Their foreheads pressed against each other as they caught their breath.
“Let’s go back to your place,” he almost begged.
She surprisingly didn’t say no. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Colton.”
“It’s the best idea I’ve had since I got here.” He was back to placing small kisses on her cheeks and down to her neck.
“Why me?”
He froze. On the surface, he didn’t have an answer. He had to dig deeper to uncover a hint of the truth. “Because… you’re different. Real.”
It was a stupid answer, but she seemed satisfied.
The atmosphere was heavy with emotion, so her grinning taunt took him by complete surprise.
“I’ll race you back to the barn. If you beat me, we’ll talk about it again.”
She was already in motion, dashing back to her waiting horse and throwing herself on his back like a pro-rodeo rider. She was already cantering before he was even seated. He kicked his horse’s flanks hard, determined to catch up to her.
“Come on, boy. I’m counting on you.”
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Hotttttttt! I loved this story when I got to read it before the anthology released, and now I’m super excited to dive back into this story and read the bonus scenes Livia added! She always has the perfect balance of witty dialogue, SUPER hot sex scenes, and truly well developed characters. Don’t miss your chance to snag this book for just 99¢! It’s only on sale for a limited time!
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USA Today Bestselling author Livia Grant lives in Chicago with her husband and two sons… one a young man, the other a furry rescue dog named Max. She is blessed to have traveled extensively and as much as she loves to visit places around the globe, the Midwest and its changing seasons will always be home. Livia started writing when she felt like she finally had the life experience to write a riveting story that she hopes her readers won’t be able to put down. Livia’s fans appreciate her deep character driven plots, often rooted in an ensemble cast where the friendships are as important as the romance… well, almost.
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