The first time I meet Madison Shore, I’m greeted by her knickers. She’s upside down and trying to untangle herself from my chair at a wedding.

I get to see a whole lot more of her later that night.

The second time I meet Madison Shore is in my London office. Turns out she’s a journalist writing an article about me. To keep control of my company, I need to convince people I’m more serious about business than my playboy reputation suggests. Madison holds my future in her hands.

Now I just need to convince the woman I took to bed on Saturday night that I’m not the player everyone thinks I am.

Private Player is stand-alone novel with brand new characters that have never been seen in any previous books.

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Excerpt: Private Player
By Louise Bay

Excerpt: Private Player

Bestselling author Louise Bay is back this week with PRIVATE PLAYER—a sexy, heartfelt contemporary romance perfect for summer binging! I’m thrilled to share a sneak peek from the book below!

My hero and heroine (Nathan and Madison) are sitting next to each other at a wedding. They only met when they sat down.

Nathan

This woman had pegged me wrong. I didn’t play games—I didn’t need to. “I think you must be hard of hearing,” I replied. “Like your friend there.” I nodded at the elderly man sitting on her other side. “It’s not like I’m putting on an act. I couldn’t have been clearer or more straightforward. You suggested we connect—what? Emotionally? I simply countered with an alternative. If you think women need to be tricked into going to bed with me, then I’m offended.”

“You are not offended,” she scoffed.

“No, I’m not. But, Madison, women want to sleep with me. I don’t need to trap them, lie to them, or create some story about being wounded.”

“Oh,” she said as if she’d just understood the first law of thermodynamics. “Because you’re just that good-looking you have women falling at your feet. Now I understand.”

“Is it so difficult to believe that women like sex just as much as I do?” I asked. “Maybe you’re living in some Jane Austen adaptation, but the rest of us are in the twenty-first century. Women are allowed their sexual appetites.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’m wrong.”

It couldn’t be that easy. “That’s it? You’re wrong, I’m right, end of discussion?”

She shrugged, took a sip of wine, and set down her glass. “Yup,” she said. “You’re right. I was falling back on old-fashioned stereotypes.”

I chuckled. “Are you the perfect human being?” I asked. “You’re prepared to be wrong and admit it.”

“I’m far from perfect,” she said. “I’m clumsy—as you’ve witnessed—I hate being at weddings alone, and I’m never happy with my mascara. But admitting that someone has a good point and proved me wrong? That I can do.”

Having grown up with four brothers who would fight to the death rather than admit they were wrong, Madison’s admission had me flummoxed.

“I don’t think it’s so unusual,” she said, spearing another bite of chicken.

“Well, unusual or not, I like it.” It wasn’t her acquiescence—I wasn’t so insecure I had to dominate every interaction with another human being. It was just that she’d listened to me and decided to change her mind. That took confidence. It was the confidence that sent me over the edge.

She grinned a wide, open, innocent grin and shrugged, and for a split second I was transported back to endless summers playing in the sprinklers with my brothers and making dens in the woods, to drinking tomato soup and using sparklers as light sabers on bonfire night, to a time when life was simple. Straightforward. Fun.

“So, what are these deep, dark secrets you’re so desperate to share with me?” I asked.

Madison pushed her knife and fork together and dabbed the corner of her mouth with her napkin. “When I have a deep, dark secret to share, you’ll be the first to know. What about you? I estimate we only have about twenty minutes until the speeches start, so you may have to resort to bullet points.”

I had to swallow down a chuckle. I wasn’t used to having so much fun at weddings. “Oh, you’d be sorely disappointed. I really have nothing to hide. After all, I’ve already told you that I want to take you to bed.”

Her eyes widened slightly and a blush brushed her cheeks, but she covered her fluster well. “I don’t go to bed with men I don’t know.”

“What do you need to know?” I asked. “I’ll answer any question you ask.”

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