Playing With Her Heart-New Cover Reveal~

Playing With Her Heart by Lauren Blakely's NEW cover!!!

From the NYT & USA Today Bestselling romance author, a sizzling and addictive story of a woman with a broken past and the man who can't fight his attraction to her...

Twenty-three year old rising theater star Jill McCormick has built a life out of pretending. Pretending she's happy, pretending she's not haunted by the dark secret that shattered her world six years ago. But then she comes face to face with her new director- sexy, sophisticated, possessive, all-alpha Davis Milo. He tries to resist the actress he's cast, but the attraction between them is too powerful, and soon their private rehearsals spiral into new, forbidden territory. The passionate connection the intense chemistry is undeniable, and it hits them anywhere, and everywhere- in the theater, on the piano, in the limo, in the restaurant... But the tragedy in Jill's past stands between them. Davis has walls too, so they can either face their fears together, or risk the deepest love and greatest passion either has ever felt...

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From Lauren: "This short excerpt is from chapter 12 when Davis unclips Jill's hair, and it served as the inspiration for the new look for the cover. To me, this short moment says so much about their relationship."

He leans into the car, reaches for the seat belt, and pulls it across my chest, buckling me in. He's inches from me, and he smells cold like the night air. But he also smells the way a man should at the end of the day: a little bit of sweat, a lot of work, and all raw power. He brings one hand behind my head and unclips my hair, letting it fall over his fingers. I tremble from his touch as a shiver runs down my spine. "I like your hair up and I like your hair down," he whispers to me, breaking down all my resistance in an instant.

I can see this playing out if I do nothing-I'll spend it rewinding this moment and putting it on repeat all night long. But I don't want to go home with only a memory to feed my body, and I can't stand the thought of this night ending too soon.
I make my choice. There's only one choice. "Do you want to share?" I ask, praying he lives in the same direction.
"You're downtown, right?"
I nod.
"Me too."