Here is just a little bit about the book and then we'll get right to the good stuff - the excerpt!
Jase Reeves lives his life by rules: never get emotional at the poker table and never get emotional with women. But when he meets self-help author Sabrina York all bets are off. Sabrina enjoys fame and fortune writing her female-empowerment books, but she could do without the reputation – that of the Oldest Living (Supposed) Virgin in Vegas. Blowing up her entire life because sexy gambler Jase Reeves has shown an interest in her? Sabrina has already written the book on that, but staying away from Jase isn’t as simple as closing the cover of her favorite book. And for Jase, melting the heart of
the Vegas Virgin might be his greatest gamble yet…
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“Getting lucky is exactly what gambling is all about. Despite me almost losing my shirt to you, I’ll still buy you that drink.” He didn’t want her to leave, didn’t want the night to be over, and that was odd. It was usually a simple thing to walk away from a hand of poker or a woman. But, apparently, not this woman.
She smiled at him, and he thought it was the first real smile she’d offered since she sat down with him at the table. They crossed into a better lit area of the casino floor. Her eyes were green. A crisp, clear emerald that reminded him of Ireland and a tournament he’d played there when he first hit the poker circuit.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Getting a drink is always a good idea. Especially when the drink includes a few more minutes with the beautiful woman who beat me at my favorite game.”
“You need a new hobby.”
“But you still want that drink,” he said.
She shook her head. “No, I’m good.”
“We’ve passed three chip-cashing stations, and we’re coming back up on the tables. You want that drink.”
She stopped, and her cheeks pinkened in the casino lighting. “You’re a distraction.”
“I could say the same about you. I don’t usually lose.”
“Everybody loses.”
“I lose less than most.” His shoulders straightened. Jase couldn’t help it. Playing cards was one thing in his life that remained the same. Didn’t matter what was happening with his family or the ranch or his business. A flush was a flush, a straight a straight, and a full house would always beat two pair.
She started walking again, and this time turned toward the bank of elevators. “How do you lose less than most?”
“I don’t gamble.”
The woman rolled her eyes. “We just spent the better part of two hours gambling.” She stopped before the elevators and hit the penthouse button.
“I spent the better part of two hours studying you and playing cards. There’s a difference.”
“So when does gambling become gambling, then, instead of just playing cards?”
“When you lose sight of your goal. My goal was a drink with you.”
She pressed the up arrow again. “Then you not only gambled.” She stepped into the car and pressed a button. The doors began to close. “You lost.”
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Great excerpt, Kristina. Looking forward to this one!
ReplyDeletethanks, jana!
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