FALLING FOR THE PLAYBOY
By Kennedy Fox
Release Day – Nov 15,
2018
Never trust a man who
gets paid to take off his clothes for a living and then uses it as a pick-up
line to get girls in bed with him.
That should’ve been
enough for me to call in sick that day.
I’ve worked with male
cover models like him before and they’re all the same—smooth-talking, sexy as
sin, egotistical know-it-alls who think they’re God’s gift to women—all traits
I know to steer clear of.
Assisting authors comes
with many perks—reading on the job, using my organizing skills on a daily
basis, drinking coffee by the gallons—but Maverick Kingston barges into my life
and demands more than I can handle.
When we’re forced to
road trip across the country together, he pushes every boundary I have and
rearranges my thoughts on playing it safe. And when he “accidentally” drops his
towel, he makes it very clear what he’s offering and proves he’s packing more
than abs of steel under his clothes.
Working with him was
brutal, but falling for him was unexpected.
And playing by the rules
will be impossible.
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FOX:
Brooke Cumberland &
Lyra Parish are a duo of romance authors who teamed up to write under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox.
They share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding
over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they
decided to collaborate and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make
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EXCERPT
Olivia’s POV
“Can I turn off this church music?” Maverick asks thirty minutes
into our trip. He leans forward and starts messing with the knob.
“It’s nice driving music,” I argue, swatting his hand away.
“You can’t be serious. This shit is gonna put you to sleep and
then we’re going to crash and die. You really want that on your conscious?”
The corner of his lips tilt up just the slightest.
“Guess it wouldn’t matter. I’d be dead.” I flash a smug smile
right back at him.
“Oh I see how it is. You look all innocent and smart but deep
down you have this morbidness to you.”
I shoot him a look. “You’re the morbid one with all your
crashing and dying talk.” I turn my music back on. “Now no more talking about
it because if I don’t get you to these events on time, Rachel will actually kill me.”
“Why you so scared of her anyway? I could fit her in my pocket.
She looks harmless enough.”
Glancing at him, I try to focus on the road and shake my head.
“You know she’s anything but harmless.”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, you’re right. She’s not a
firecracker like you though.”
“I’m not even sure what that means, but you can’t label me when
you just met me.”
“Oh, like you haven’t labeled me already?”
“I know your kind. I’ve heard plenty about you to form an
opinion,” I tell him with purpose.
“God, you’re so hypocritical. You think you’re the first prissy,
stick-up-her-ass assistant I’ve met? Doesn’t mean I know you just like it doesn’t mean you know me.”
He kinda has a point, but I don’t tell him that. His ego is
already taking up all the space in the car.
Ignoring his comment, I focus on driving. We’re in heavy traffic
and I’m not used to eight lane highways.
“You better get over,” he says.
“I’m trying.” I look over my shoulder, searching for a spot to
move into.
“Might wanna try the blinker. I heard it’s a signal for turning
or moving over.”
I sigh and put it on. He’s distracting me.
“Stay quiet so I can focus.”
His chuckles are the last thing I hear from him as I attempt to
merge across the lanes. Finally, I make it and we coast down the highway in
silence until we’re leaving the city.
“When are we stopping for food?” He speaks up for the first time
in hours. I look over at him and see he’s sticking his lower lip, making a
pouty face. “I’m shriveling to nothing over here.” He slightly lifts his shirt
up and pats his ridiculously cut stomach.
His eyes meet mine, and I quickly look away although he saw me
staring. Swallowing, I look at the GPS to see how much further until our first
stop.
“We have about an hour left,” I tell him. “Think you’ll manage
to stay alive for that long?”
He groans, loudly and it makes me laugh. I quickly catch myself
and stop.
“You have a nice laugh. It’s a pleasant change from your short
fuse and snarl.”
“I don’t snarl!” I argue. “I just like having a plan and
sticking to it.”
He noticeably rolls his eyes. “Okay, Miss Priss. Letting your
hair down won’t kill ya.”
“No, but your arrogant, self-absorbed attitude just might,” I
throw at him, holding back a smirk.
“Well, I think that’s debatable. Most of the women I date think
it’s charming.”
A loud snort bursts out of me, and I’m unable to keep in the laughter
this time. “I think that says more about who you’re
dating than anything. They must be desperate.”
“Damn, what a burn.” He chuckles. “Adding hostile to your
personality resume.”
I inhale a deep breath, realizing that was a really mean thing
to say. “Okay, sorry. That wasn’t nice. But I’m not taking back what I said
about you. You’re arrogant and there’s no denying that”
“Oh well then thanks, I guess.” He smirks. “You say it like
being arrogant is a bad thing though. In my profession, I kinda have to be. I’m
constantly selling myself to photographers and showing them I’m worthy of being
in their magazines and advertisements. If I don’t act confident and prove I’m
the best guy for the gig, I’ll lose it to the thousands of other people
pursuing the job.”
I think about his words for a minute. “Okay, well I can
certainly understand that. But I think you’re just naturally that way.” I
shrug, biting down on my lower lip so he doesn’t see right through me. He has
every right to be confident, there’s no doubt about that. He’s got it all—the
body, the face, the perfect white teeth and smile. His abs are plastered all
over Rachel’s covers and book promo graphics. He even has that annoying
muscular V that trails from his hips to down below his waistline. Annoyingly sexy. “However, that doesn’t mean you
can’t be humble in other aspects of your life.”
“That’s a pretty big accustation for someone you just met. How
do you know I’m not? You haven’t been around me long enough to know anything
about me. Don’t you think?”
Damn. He’s right. “Fine. Prove me wrong then.”
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