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Exclusive Excerpt: Play Me by Katie McCoy

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If you’re looking for a new romance with equal parts sexiness and humor, Katie McCoy’s Play Me is the perfect new book to enjoy! Play Me is out today and I’m thrilled to share with you a never-before-seen excerpt!

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Synopsis

Play MeRecipe For:
A Roll In The Hay Hot Crossed Buns Love

Ingredients:

1 Chef (equal parts sexy and carefree)
1 Pianist (equal parts uptight and endearing)
1/8 inch of drywall between their apartments
2 opinions on everything

Combine all ingredients, mix vigorously, and be prepared for an explosion of heat.

Pianist Ella Thomas is training for the competition of her life. Finally in an apartment of her own, she can practice from dawn till dusk.
But she didn’t bet on the sexy and frustrating neighbor keeping her up all night – even if he does cook like a maestro and kiss like it’s his job.

Jake Matson is living his dream as Head Chef at one of the most popular restaurants in San Francisco. He’s easy going, flirtatious and not looking for love. He didn’t expect to be completely distracted by the girl next door, whose buttoned-up appearance hides the seductive firecracker underneath.

What happens when opposites attract? As their tension fires up, can they create a new kind of music together or will everything boil over?

Excerpt

I whirled around to find him, as usual, in another threadbare shirt, his biceps perfectly displayed as he held a bag of groceries in each arm.

It was the first time I had seen him since the kiss. The kiss I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about, even during my performance. Even now, the memory of his firm lips against my surprised ones, the press of his body against mine, his hand almost on my breast, heated me from my toes to my ears. I felt a little tingly, too, in places that weren’t often tingly. I shifted on my feet, not sure what to do.

“Heading in or heading out?” he finally asked, gesturing towards the apartment, giving me an even better view of his arms as they flexed against the thin cotton barely containing them.

“In,” I said, my eyes still riveted on his inked skin. I could see a snake coiled there.  I felt like I was Eve and very, very tempted to take whatever apple he offered.

“Well, I’d offer to hold the door for you, but I’m afraid I’ll have to be ungentlemanly and ask you to grab it since my arms are full.”

That startled me out of my lustful gaze.

“Oh, yes, of course,” I looked back up at his face, which was split in a smile, that perfect dimple showing in his cheek. I wanted to press my finger to it. But instead, I dug my keys out of my purse and fumbled with the front door to our building. I was usually good with this kind of thing, but I still wasn’t used to the lock. Or I was just distracted. Really, really distracted.

“Here.” A warm hand covered mine. Somehow, Jake managed to balance his groceries and guide my key into the keyhole—an act that felt far more intimate than it should—turning it until we heard it click.

“There you go,” he said and I could hear the smile in his voice. I was afraid to turn around, but I could feel his breath ruffling the strands of hair that had come loose during my performance. The building’s hallway was small but I didn’t feel crowded. In fact, if anything, I wanted to get closer. Much, much closer.

Somehow, I managed to wrestle the door open and press my back against it to hold it open while Jake made his way inside. Not, of course, without his arm brushing against my breasts. We were close enough that it could have easily been an accident, but I had a feeling that when it came to a guy like Jake, there were no accidents in situations like these.

I was surprised to find that I didn’t mind. In fact, my body really didn’t mind, my nipples springing to attention. Luckily, the heavy draping of the dress I was wearing disguised them well, but I couldn’t help the way my body felt—soft and hot. I had never felt this way before.

Inside the building, I turned to go into my apartment, to dump a cold glass of water over my head and eat the rest of those brownies while trying not to think of how good it felt for some random guy to accidentally, but probably not, touch my breasts. But Jake stopped me.

“Are you busy right now?” he asked.

Yes, I thought. “No,” I stupidly said.

He grinned. That damned dimple winked at me like it knew exactly what I was thinking. That I would be happy to busy myself with the removal of his shirt and examination of his tattoos. What was happening to me? This wasn’t like me at all.

“Well, I was thinking of trying out a new recipe for the restaurant,” he told me, still balancing his groceries, which looked pretty heavy. He barely seemed to be breaking a sweat, though, the flex of his muscles the only indication of the bags’ weight.

“I was wondering if I could borrow your tongue.” He looked down at my mouth and I felt my insides turn to Jell-O. His grin was innocent, but the look in his eyes was anything but.

“My tongue?” I managed to sputter.

“To taste test the soup,” he concluded.

I should say no, I thought. There was no way I’d be of any help to him—I was a moron when it came to food. But then I thought of those brownies. Twenty-four hours ago I had made the claim that I just didn’t like sweets. But Jake’s brownies had seduced me, and a part of me, a very specific below the waist part of me, was kind of sort of hoping it would be the baker of those brownies that would do the seducing next.

But I was not the kind of girl that did stuff like this. I never ate brownies. I never kissed strangers. And I certainly never wanted to keep kissing strangers.. This was all a terrible idea. I really should say no, go back into my apartment, and practice until music was the only thing on my mind.

I looked at Jake, standing there in the hallway, waiting, looking at me like I was just right. His kind of right.

“Okay,” I told him. “I’d be happy to lend you my tongue.”

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