Today we have the release day blitz for Ashley R. King’s PAINTING THE LINES! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: Painting the Lines
Author: Ashley R. King
Genre: Sports Romance
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About Painting the Lines:
Enter Julian Smoke, a failed tennis player making a dream run for the US Open. After a chance meeting at a bar, Amalie hates him instantly. He’s cocky and arrogant, but Amalie knows his story could be her big break. Could he be more?
Everyone knows that in tennis, love means zero, but these two are about to change that.
Perfect for fans of The Hating Game and Wimbledon.
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Excerpt:
Her nerves were overwrought as she stepped inside with the man who’d dominated her daydreams for the past seven months. And good God, some of those dreams... They woke her in the middle of the night in a sweat with the sheets twisted. Those dreams alone made her body chaotic with need; what would an actual touch from Julian do to her?
Annihilate her. Most definitely. If a steamy phone call or Valentine’s Day kiss on the cheek could make her feel so alive, so turned on…
Focus on the room, Amalie. Just focus on the room. As she tried to do that, she noticed their room had been decorated in mostly white with touches of beige here and there. It smelled like lemon Lysol, which at least let her know it was clean. She immediately made her way to the windows, doing the awkward slide thing with the blinds and then looking at their view of an alleyway behind the hotel.
Sunlight streamed onto the bed.
Wait. The bed. Bed. Singular.
She bit the inside of her cheek. Julian was cracking jokes as he fought with getting his tennis bag and other luggage through the door and hadn’t realized she’d fallen silent.
Once he threw his stuff onto the petri dish—er, the hotel room carpet—he met her stare as she fought to appear calm and collected. “You look like you’re up to no good,” he teased, his voice gruff.
Amalie looked at the bed. “There’s one bed and two of us.”
Julian smirked, and it wasn’t his usual kind—this was a dangerous, predatory thing that threatened to eat her right up. And the messed-up thing? She wanted to be eaten. Yep.
“Is that a problem, Stardust? You afraid to share a bed with me?”
Playing it cool, she lifted her chin. “You should be afraid. I toss and turn and flop around like a fish. You won’t get any rest.”
Julian took another step closer, a slight swagger in his hips. “Is that so? Maybe I don’t want any rest.”
Her heart tripped over itself at the images that conjured. “Julian,” she poked his chest, his hand reaching out to encompass hers, holding it there against his heart. “This is serious. I want you to win.” She left out the part about how she wanted him in general.
Sobering, Julian squeezed her hand. “I’ll be plenty rested, so no need to worry. The bed has plenty of space for both of us and if you toss and turn into me, I’ll just nudge you back to your side.”
Amalie nodded. She was a grown-ass woman who could share a bed with a man she had a crush on. Wasn’t she?
“Yeah, sure. That works for me. Thank you again for letting me share your room.”
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
About the Author:
Ashley R. King is a middle school English teacher whose love of the written word began when her mom took her to the public library, letting her check out stacks of books taller than she was. She’s the least athletic person you’ll ever meet, but that doesn’t decrease her love for her favorite sport, tennis.
She loves swoony romances and is addicted to sweet tea. When she’s not teaching or writing happily ever afters, she can be found snuggled up with a book, travelling, or quoting obscure lines from her favorite movies and tv shows. She lives in a small town in Georgia with her favorite person in the world—her husband, and their sweet and chatty spoiled cat, Cleo.
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