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Title: Painting the Lines

Author: Ashley R. King

Genre: Sports Romance

#booklove #newrelease #sportsromance

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About Painting the Lines:

Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real.

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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InkSlinger PR Presents: Painting The Lines by Ashley R. King; #ReleaseBlitz, #NowAvailable, #OutNow, #TBR, #Live

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

#booklove #newrelease #sportsromance

#romance #bookaddict #mustread 

About Painting the Lines:

Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real.

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.

Grab Your Copy Today:

Amazon | Apple iBooks | BN | Kobo

Exclusive Excerpt:

He dipped his head as he pocketed the undies. “I’m so sleepy.”

Amalie pinched her lips together at the sight of her bright red thong sticking out of his pocket. She made herself remember the reason for all of this, the reason she was even putting up with this mess. She knew Julian was drunk, but there was something she had to ask.

“Hey, how badly do you want to get to the US Open?” She edged closer to him, hands wringing.

He propped a hand on the back of the couch, his eyes even heavier lidded than before. “I…I want it more than anything, but it’s impossible,” he slurred.

“What if I can get you there? What if I can make it happen?” She cocked her head to the side, realizing she was quickly losing him. He was minutes from passing out. Again.

“You can’t. You live in this tiny, itsy bitsy,” he held his pointer finger and thumb together, “house or hotel or whatever this place is. Tennis is expensive, more than I can afford.” He shuffled to the front of the couch.

“But what if I could? What would you be willing to do for me?” She regretted the words instantly.

A sexy smirk tilted his lips and then his hands went to the button on his jeans, his thumb tracing that sexy trail of hair right above it. “Are you propositioning me?”

Amalie forced herself to look away.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said while blindly smacking at his hand, ignoring that little bit of drool pooling at the corner of her mouth from his impromptu show. “You are not about to completely undress here.”

Suddenly her hand smacked at emptiness and she turned to see that Julian had fallen onto the couch haphazardly, one hand still on his fly. He was out cold. She growled in aggravation as she dug her underwear from his jeans, careful to keep her eyes averted even though those traitors wanted to look their fill.

After rearranging him as best she could, she looked down at his unconscious form, still feeling a little breathless. She’d found out what she needed to know. Julian could be bought.

“You don’t know it yet, “but you’re going to save me from a life I don’t want, Julian Smoke.”

She stepped out of the pool house into the cool night air and wasted no time seeking out her father.

 

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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Today we have the cover reveal for Ashley R. King’s PAINTING THE LINES! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!

Title: Painting the Lines 

Author: Ashley R. King 

Genre: Sports Romance 

Release Date: August 25th

About Painting the Lines:

Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real.

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.

 

Pre-Order Your Copy Today:

Amazon | Apple iBooks | BN | Kobo

Exclusive Excerpt:

Careful to wipe away his shocked expression, he rested his elbows on his knees. “All right, rich girl. I’ll play, but first tell me what you need me for.”

Amalie’s eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement. “I write fiction, and I want you to be the main character in my next book.”

“You want to write about me?” He almost felt flattered. Almost. But something told him Amalie Warner wasn’t the flattering type.

“Well, you but not really you. It’s fiction, so it’s kind of going to be based around you, about a loser who’s down and out—”

“What?”

“I mean, a guy who’s…well, a guy who’s going to try for the unthinkable.”

“Wow, your belief in me is overwhelming. Really. It’s enough to bring me to my knees.” Julian clutched his chest like he was actually overwhelmed by her words. What the girl didn’t know was that he’d pretty much do anything short of becoming a gigolo to have another shot at his dream. Despite that, he couldn’t help the impending word vomit that trailed out of his mouth. “Why don’t you just get one of your father’s tennis buddies to help you? I don’t see why you need me specifically?”

Amalie brought a slim, pale finger to her necklace, an absent look in her eyes. “My

father’s tennis buddies don’t have the underdog vibe I need. You do. Besides, I feel like your success will equal my success.”

“Meaning?”

“You had a gazillion fans and most of them still love you and still talk about how they wish you hadn’t quit the game. They’d love to see your comeback. I can totally see it now.” Her hands stretched above her in an imaginary line, “Based on the comeback journey of Julian Smoke. It would sell because you already have that built-in fan base.”

“Will your writing make it sell?”

“Since I’m writing about a real person, yes, it will. That’s where I do my best work.” Her voice was smug, her head held proudly.

Julian rubbed his chin. “So, you’re thinking you’ll get the bestseller you need? And you can guarantee that you’ll be able to fund my run for the US Open?”

Amalie responded with a sharp nod.

He shouldn’t trust her. He knew that. Her kind of people—people with more money than God—repulsed him. For them, money could buy anything. Even other people. And there he was, on the brink of being bought.

Julian stared at Amalie. Her eyes were crystals, impossible to look away from as two glaciers. Damn. He was probably going to regret this, but he extended his hand anyway. “I’m in,” he said. “But I still don’t like you.”

Amalie gave a wry smile that convinced him she was used to getting her way, then she wrapped her tiny fingers around his larger ones in a surprisingly firm shake. “The feeling’s mutual."

 

About the Author:

Ashley 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 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 husband, a former college tennis player with crazy amazing calves (yeah most of her male heroes have those calves), and their sweet and chatty spoiled cat, Cleo.

Connect with Ashley:

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