The Player Next Door

Book Title: The Player Next Door

 Author: Kathy Lyons 

 Release Date: 7/21/15 
 Genre: Contemporary Romance                               


                                                     About the Book: 
 NBA star Mike Giamaria doesn’t mix basketball with love. Ever. Then Mike meets Tori Williams, his cute, quirky new neighbor who seems hell bent on refurbishing her death trap of a house on her own. When she falls from her roof and into his arms, Mike knows he’s just caught a whole heap of trouble. Trouble sums up Tori's life. Despite her academic success, no one believes she can take care of herself—not her family, not her ex-boyfriend. She's determined to live her life on her own terms, and if that includes a hot summer fling with the super-sexy athlete next door, so much the better. But when Tori’s around, Mike can’t keep his mind on basketball. He wants…more. And to his horror, not just more time on the court. When training starts, it’s game over—it has to be—unless Tori can convince Mike that love doesn't belong on the sidelines.



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About the Author:  Kathy Lyons is the fun, contemporary side of USA Today Bestselling author Jade Lee.  She loves sassy romance with lots of laughter and sex.  Spice is the variety of life, right?  Okay, so maybe two kids, two cats, two pennames, and writing over 40 books has messed with her mind, but she still keeps having fun. Check her out at www.KathyLyons.com  Or hang out with her sexy historical half, Jade Lee. Titled heroes with dark secrets are Jade’s passion.  Especially when they fall for women who add more than just spice to their lives.  Find her at www.JadeLeeAuthor.com.
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Excerpt (pre-sex):

He leaned forward, kissing her lightly. She expected to be slammed onto the bed, but he just licked her lips, nipped at the edges, and then eventually sealed her mouth with his. In short, he was a slow lover, and she was terrified that she'd insult him when her mind wandered elsewhere. So she broke away and stripped off her tee. She would have taken everything off if her legs hadn't been entwined with his. "You don't have to go slow, Mike. It's okay." He chuckled. "I've never heard a woman say that before." Then he sobered. "I'm a big guy, Tori. I want to make sure you're fully involved before we do this." She winced, realizing what he meant: the slow build to a great climax. Except she just wasn't built that way. "Um, I never get fully involved in anything. At least not for long." He smiled. "That sounds like a challenge." Oh shit. Not what she meant. He was a competitor and if she put up a goal, he would go through hell and high water to meet it. But he couldn't with her, and he was too perceptive for her to fake it effectively. "I'm just not wired for slow," she said. "I distract too easily." He smiled and let his hands trail down her sides making her shiver. "Good information there. I'll need to work for your attention." He grinned, his white teeth showing brilliantly against his caramel skin. "Good thing I'm used to electrifying millions of people." "That's in basketball—oh... That's...nice." He was tracing one finger around her nipple. It was even through her bra, but she felt it like a lightning bolt through her belly. But then he kept doing it, adding in a pinch occasionally to the circling motion. Over and over until her sight fuzzed out and she began thinking about what he'd said. Just exactly how large was he? She tried to think back to her other lovers. She didn't remember any of them as particularly big, so did that mean... He touched her chin and she blinked, focusing back on him. Oh shit. She'd just dazed out on him. "Mike, I...um..." He touched her lips with his thumb, pressing them closed. "That was just a baseline, Tori. I wanted to see what you did when you got bored." "I wasn't bored," she lied. He chuckled. "Yes, you were. I only have one rule: don't lie to me." She swallowed. It wasn't like she lied as a general rule, but guys’ egos were fragile. Especially in the lovemaking department. "I—" "You're going to have to learn to trust me on this. My ego can handle it." She didn't believe him. She wanted to, but honestly, he was a superstar athlete. He was used to being the best at everything, especially anything physical. And he'd probably had women telling him he was the greatest lover ever since high school. No way was he going to like it— "So what's going on in that head of yours?" She blinked. Damn it, she'd just spaced out on him again. Normally she could focus better. "Let me guess," he said with a smile. "You're used to lying to your lovers. Telling them they've rocked your world when actually you were off thinking about Hindu gods or something." Damn. He was smarter than she'd ever guessed. And she just wasn't up to faking it with him. "Maybe this isn't a good idea." He leaned forward, nuzzling along her neck, his words a low rumble against her skin. "Maybe you need to let me try."