Cover Reveal: PLAYING FOR KEEPS by Emma Hart

Summary:

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Emma Hart, comes the second book in The Game series, and the story everyone wanted after The Love Game…


She's in love with him.
He's trying not to love her.
One night changes everything.

Aston Banks never meant to get close to Megan Harper – not even for that one night. Haunted by a childhood he refuses to face, he knew she could break through every wall he’d ever built and tear them down without even realising she was doing it.

Betraying Braden by starting a relationship with Aston wasn't on Megan’s to-do list, but the second she sees a glimpse of someone other than the arrogant ass she’s come to know, she can’t walk away.

Aston’s childhood is worse than Megan ever guessed, but as he tries and fails to push her away, it’s clear her love is stronger than the demons that cling to him every day. And now, because of it, he finally has to deal with what he’s buried deep down.

What he doesn't want to face. What he’s fought against for so long.

And they have to do it all without Braden finding out.

Keeping a relationship secret has never been harder.





**This book can be read as a standalone novel, but reading The Love Game (The Game, #1) beforehand is advised.)


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Excerpt:

[Disclaimer: This is from the unedited version of the book, and is therefore subject to change or removal before publication.]


MEGAN 

“If you’re trying to hide, babe, then you’re failing. I can see you.” Aston’s words crawl over me in a smooth caress, making my throat dry up and my blood boil simultaneously.

“Why would I be hiding?” I sit up and look forward, determined not to meet his eyes.

He shrugs a shoulder carelessly, twirling a pen between his fingers. I catch his every movement from the corner of my eye. His eyes are burning into the side of my head - they’re begging me to turn, begging me to look.

“Because you want me so badly you can’t bear to see me,” he says in a dramatic tone with a touch of arrogance.

My back straightens. “Clearly someone has been feeding your ego again,” I reply dryly. “Because I don’t remember ever telling you I want you.”

His bicep brushes mine as he leans forward. “Is that so?” he asks, his voice low and barely perceptible.

I fight the urge to drop my eyes to the desk. “Damn right it is.”

A fingertip trails down the back of my arm, the tingling feeling making me fight against a shiver.

“I think you’re wrong,” he whispers. “Because I’m pretty sure you said you wanted me on Saturday night – right before you dug those nails of yours into my back and wrapped your pretty little legs around my waist.”

My head snaps round to him, and our faces are inches apart. His lips are curled in a slightly smug smile, and I hate the fact that’s where my eyes fell first. I drag them away from his mouth and across the sharp planes of his face until they meet his smoky eyes.

I remember why I didn't want to look at him. His eyes have the power to entrance me and to break me. Right now it’s the former – the silvery hint at the edge of his iris pulling me in and holding me captive. I remember why, from the first touch of his lips against mine on Saturday night, nothing could have stopped us happening.



About the Author:

 
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a terrible two year old and growing bump, due September 2013. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of juice and writes books.
She likes to write about magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the story. Sarcastic, witty characters are a must. As are hot guys.

Emma is currently working too many books to even count - including Playing for Keeps, the companion book to New York Times and USA Today bestselling novel, The Love Game. She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to when all the ideas come to life.


Connect with Emma:

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Thursday’s Children May 23, 2013

Inspired by friends...

A weekly blog hop where
writers share their inspirations.
Please join us!

I know, many say you can't call people you *know friends until you have known them for more than...what, seven years? But I usually call everyone who I *know friends. Maybe I don't understand the meaning of the word, but if I know you and we get together well, then we are friends.
Well, as you might or might not know, I finished another draft of my novel a few weeks ago. I sent it to a few people and some read it and sent me back their thoughts on it.
Surprised I was more than I could ever imagine.

Take @CJSullivan53  Author of WINGS OF THE DIVIDED and BLADE OF THE DIVIDED. Three-dimensional fiction in a two-dimensional world. [cjsullivanauthor.blogspot.com]
I asked her if she could read my work and she said yes. And I think she read it in two days. I'm sure. I read all her comments and loved all of them. And she didn't give up on me.


Take @RMWagoner1 Wife. Mother. Writer. [rmwagoner.com]
I follow her for a while now, and I quickly asked her if she wanted to read my work when she tweet something about wanting to beta read.
Of course, mind you, I asked her. She also read it in a few days. And, even though she did not comment past half of it, she gave me an amazing idea that has now taken over my work! I hope I didn't forget to thank her.

See, it wasn't just a comment. It was a comment that I read over and over and then it hit me.

I know how hard beta reading is. I didn't just began writing with no sense. I did my homework, and out of all the books I read about writing, I learned that people don't read novels that are not published. Simply because there are better books to be read. So when I find a beta reader I see them as if they were gold. And they are. A treasure.


I also have @jessp2112 A bit of a smart-ass, usually say what others don't want to hear, but I'll get you to snort in that laugh. Author & programmer. Scary mix! (Amazon link) [http://fb.me/1pzxB4YfB]
I know she didn't like my novel because she felt it was *skinny. By that I mean that it was missing details. And it was. Because I tried my best to cut out the *fluff so then I could add details as needed. You might say I suck, this and that. But, in less than two months, I turned 150K into 110K. Easily done! No. Not really. Deleting is hard. Very hard. And you tend to over-think what you should cut and what not. "What if I cut too much? What if I cut something that goes here and later on goes there?"

But my point is not that they liked it or not. It is that they read it or tried. And that made me happy. It inspired me to continue writing, working, and learning on how to become better at this thing called writing. So many of us write, so what makes us different? The thing is that there has to be a team behind a hero. And I have discovered that in writing, there should be a community of supporters. (I'm now looking at you, @Jessie_Devine.)

With no supporters (readers) how can we know our work is bad or good? How can we decide what could work and what not? How can we learn if we only live in our bubble?


The people around me inspire me more than they know. (I guess that's my fault for not telling them. *LOL*)

*Ahem* Before I go, you should visit all the members of my clan! Link here: https://twitter.com/JLLicea/oculus-sentinel-clan/members 

They are the "Oculus Sentinel Clan."
Become one. Be one.
My hero.
My friend.




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Typos: The Monsters We Create



Don’t you hate typos?

The worse thing about them is that you find them AFTER you send whatever writing contains them…live.

And you freak out and look something like this:




Of course, then you might for example, write a tweet saying how much you hate typos. Or you might leave a comment after your post fixing your typo, and BLAMING the typo for making you look…like a typo.




Sometimes a typo doesn’t mean you spill something wrong!




WHAT?

Sometimes you are so concentrated writing whatever you are writing that you write something twice. Take my last tweet for example:





Then, of course, I write a tweet saying how much I hate typos.





Why? Well, so that I don’t feel too bad. But, of course, by then, everyone who read my typo laughed and left, and they didn’t read my tweet about my hate towards typos. Because I scared them away.




Lucky for me, someone might read my tweet about hating typos without knowing I sent it because of my previous one. With a typo…and it makes me feel better.



Who says this only applies for such things?

True story: I once posted a picture on Facebook. And someone who I speak very little with said something like, “Your SHIRT matches your hat too well. Only if it didn’t…”

I was left thinking, only if it didn’t…what?

So, I replied with something like, “What if the SHIT didn’t match?”

(Duh I meant to say s-h-i-r-t!)
A few hours went by. I then got a notification saying the person ‘like’ my reply. But they didn’t reply to my question. Well, obviously not! I was being mean. Mean as mean as I could be. You should have seen my face!




Wait, no. It was more like this:




WAIT! No, it wasn’t like that. I felt like I had just hit myself on the face with my face.

Something like this:




See, typos are everywhere!

Have you seen those where, “Today I had a sandwich milkshake and a yogurt”?

A sandwich milkshake sounds utterly nasty! At least it is just that and not something else. Then I would be like:




But…don’t you just LOVE blaming “the typos” for making you feel embarrassed?

Come on! Admit it. You blame the typos for existing.

Yet, who creates them?

YOU! US! ME! (Say it: I create them.)

Because we can’t help it. We don’t know they are there until we see them.

We trust!




We even feel proud of writing such amazing thing before the typo shows up.




We cheer. And we read. And re-read. And read again. We even make faces while reading our work of words!




Then you find that HORRIBLE typo. The one that screams louder than everything else does. The one that hates; the one that goes against everything you believe in; the one that promises to bring you down, step on your throat, and make a clown out of you!

BAAH!!!

There comes the lesson: You can’t play with fire if you don’t want to get burned.




Which bring me to the last thing: typos will always be with us. We create them. They are part of us. Now, you can either frown upon their existence or move on. Just remember that writing is playing with fire and eventually you will be burned (by writing a typo).

Does that mean you should stop writing? NO!

We die with every breath we take. That’s not a reason why we should stop breathing. (Don’t add to this….)


Now, go write and love the typos. They are part of who we are.

(Unless the typos are in permanent works such as books. Then worry and try to make the best out of it all. Or fix it, maybe.)



Smile and Keep Reading…



P.S. Typos included on this post.