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    Hate the Game: Reckless, #2
    Hate the Game: Reckless, #2
    Hate the Game: Reckless, #2
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    Hate the Game: Reckless, #2

    By Ashlyn Mathews

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    Star quarterback, Drew Hazard, was never meant to be with me. He takes risks. I play it safe. He mingles. I prefer the corner. He's sexy hot. I'm plain Jane.

     

    When I let a secret tear us apart rather than bring us closer, I take a risk. I don't play it safe. I acted recklessly. Now he wants answers. There's a saying, "don't hate the player, hate the game." I didn't hate the player or the game. Football brought us together that godawful day.

     

    Lately though…lately, I'm hating the game.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCommencement Bay Publishing
    Release dateOct 31, 2020
    ISBN9781393450627
    Hate the Game: Reckless, #2
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    Ashlyn Mathews

    Ashlyn Mathews is a registered nurse with an overactive imagination. Her interests and activities include taking a lot of pictures of her golden retrievers and flowers and posting them on social media (occasionally she’ll post pictures of her kids and hubby), binge-watching funny and romantic Netflix shows, reading books and magazines of various genres, eating a lot of carbs, and drinking A LOT of coffee. Hot, iced, blended… it doesn’t matter as long as it has coffee. For more on her romance series, visit ashlynmathews.com.

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      Hate the Game - Ashlyn Mathews

      1

      EMMA

      R eady?

      I eye the house. Are you sure this will work?

      Sitting across from me in the limo, my friend Eve leans forward and pats my knee. You look like me. He won’t know any better.

      I disagree. We’re both petite and thin with long brown hair and brown eyes, but the similarities stop there. Eve likes to be the center of attention and can work a crowd. I’m fine with finding a corner and staying there until it’s time to leave.

      Eventually, I’ll find that corner, and that might tip Drew off. Once he realizes I’ve crashed his Mardi Gras party, will he demand I leave? At the thought of how humiliating that would be, I almost chicken out. But the hurtful words he said to me when we broke up… I bunch my dress in my hands.

      He said I played it safe and didn’t take enough risks. Translation: star quarterback, Drew Hazard, found me boring. Well, to hell with him. I’m going to crash his party. I’ll crash it so hard, I’ll be killing it. Yeah, that’s what I’ll do. No playing it safe here.

      I grab the door handle. Wish me luck.

      Not luck but fun, Eve says. Have loads of fun, Em.

      What’s with the mischievous twinkle in Eve’s eyes?

      Before my nerves can get the better of me, the limo’s door opens. A guy, decked out in a three-piece suit, reaches for me. I say a quick see you later to Eve and set my hand in the guy’s palm.

      He helps me out of the limo. Like me, a mask partially covers his face, leaving his identity a mystery. Will I recognize Drew? I’m certain I won’t have any problems finding him in a crowd. Usually, he is the crowd.

      The limo drives off, and my escort leads me to the party house. Or more like party mansion. A line of guests forms in front of the main doors. White lights light up the stone pathway and the steps. As my escort and I make our way up the steps, I check out the other women’s party-wear.

      The colors of their dresses are eye-grabbing, the necklines plunging, and the lengths range from butt-hugging to flowing just above ankles strapped into sky-high heels.

      I have on a conservative pretty plum-colored dress. As for sky-high heels? I had ogled four-inch silver platform sandals at the shoe store, love at first shoe, but in my condition, I decided on knee-high boots. I can’t risk falling on my butt.

      A cool breeze coasts across my bare shoulders and arms. I edge closer to my escort. Minutes go by. Finally, I’m next to be announced.

      My escort guides me inside the mansion and to the emcee standing next to a microphone. He leaves, and I glance after him. There goes my security blanket, my arm candy, my human heat pad. Accepting my decision to see this crazy idea of mine through, I focus on what the emcee is saying.

      There are no rules except one. He leans in close to me. The host requests that guests keep their masks and clothes on at all times. Understood?

      Sure, I say.

      My plan is to sneak a peek at Drew’s life in a new city and without me. I’m not here to have a one-night stand or to restart something with Drew.

      Since this is a masquerade ball, you’ll be announced by your pseudonym, the emcee continues. Who should I say is here?

      Pseudonym?

      Eve didn’t mention anything about a pseudonym, but the twinkle in her eyes… I excuse myself and make a phone call. Eve takes her time answering.

      What’s up, Em?

      Smug. Oh, so smug. Why did I agree to having Eve meddle in my personal life?

      You left out vital information, like the piece about a pseudonym. I scan the ballroom for an exit. What’d you pick?

      The ballroom is packed. My heart races. My mouth is dry. Sweat beads along my hairline.

      Eve?

      Above the music, the teasing sound of a woman’s laughter snags my attention. In a semi-dark corner of the room, I make out the silhouette of a woman standing close to a tall man. Like a firefly drawn to the heat of a mesmerizing light, the man leans into the woman, nuzzles her neck, and whispers something into her ear. I can’t miss that body or profile. Drew.

      Did you hear me?

      Eve’s impatience yanks me back from the wonderful fantasy I’m having of me throttling the woman with Drew. Normally, I’m not the jealous type. But the woman with Drew looks familiar.

      Give it to me again. I look everywhere but at the couple.

      She does, and, Eve, I can’t. I push the pad of my palm between my eyes and groan.

      Don’t you see, Em? This is your chance to get Drew back.

      I’m not here to reconcile with him. I’m here to see if he’s happy. Why don’t I sound more convincing?

      Ma’am? Annoyance in the emcee’s tone.

      Gotta go. I end the call and look over my shoulder, in the direction of the main doors. More guests wait for their turn. They shift from foot to foot and the women rub at their bare shoulders, glaring my direction.

      Okay, I get it. It’s cold. I drop my phone inside the small, satin clutch dangling from my wrist, and straightening my shoulders, I walk over to the emcee as confidently and as regally as I can.

      He tilts his head. I give him the pseudonym. He moves his finger over the screen of his tablet.

      You sent a late change request. He taps on the microphone. A hush goes over the crowd. Didn’t like Marie Antoinette, eh? He laughs. I don’t blame you.

      His laughter is loud, and everyone stares at us. With an exaggerated bow and a smile, he introduces me. May I present Marguerite St. Just.

      The conversation in the ballroom picks up again. Apparently, no one knows who Marguerite St. Just is other than the man in the corner shooting daggers at me with his eyes. Clearing my throat, I reach up and check my mask, making sure it hasn’t slipped. With the anonymity the mask gives me, I can become anyone, including a woman that can resist the sexy hunk of a guy who continues to stare at me from across the ballroom.

      The force of his glare can level a building. Tipping my chin at Drew, I hitch up my dress and make my way down the marbled steps and onto the ballroom floor. At my sides, men offer me their arms. I accept the closest man’s and steer him anywhere but toward Drew.

      The last I saw, before I disappear into the crowd, is Drew with his arms crossed tight over his chest and a scowl on his face. Damn it, I know that pose

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