The Dirty Thirty Romance Audiobook Bundle

The Dirty Thirty Romance Audiobook BundleExcerpt from Playing His Game: Finally, I spot her. The dress she wears is department store clearance rack at best, but what catches my attention is how she wears it. The black fabric clings to curves that deserve designer labels, and her chocolate waves tumble past her shoulders in natural ripples that put the blonde's artificial curls to shame. She tugs at the neckline, which dips just low enough to hint at what lies beneath. Not nearly as revealing

Excerpt from Playing His Game:

Finally, I spot her. The dress she wears is department store clearance rack at best, but what catches my attention is how she wears it. The black fabric clings to curves that deserve designer labels, and her chocolate waves tumble past her shoulders in natural ripples that put the blonde's artificial curls to shame.

She tugs at the neckline, which dips just low enough to hint at what lies beneath. Not nearly as revealing as the other women in attendance, but somehow more enticing for its modesty.

She's backed herself into a corner, clutching a barely-touched champagne flute like a shield. Those wide hazel eyes dart around the room, taking everything in while trying to remain invisible.

Amateur move. In this crowd, that only makes her stand out more.

I adjust my tie and cross the room, enjoying how her posture stiffens with each step I take in her direction. The way she draws herself up, spine straight, chin lifted—there's steel under that shy exterior.

"Not enjoying the party?" I stop close enough to see the pulse jumping in her throat.

"I'm observing," she says, voice steady despite her white-knuckled grip on the glass.

"And what have you observed?"

"That I might be in over my head." Her honesty surprises a laugh out of me.

"Good instincts. But you're not drowning yet." I lean against the wall beside her, close enough that my shoulder brushes hers. She doesn't step away. "The question is, are you ready to learn to swim?"

Movement in my peripheral catches my attention. The blonde from earlier whispers something to a redhead, both shooting daggers at Sadie with their eyes. The redhead's lips curl into a sneer, and something hot and protective surges through my chest.

"Come with me." I touch Sadie's elbow, steering her toward a secluded table in the corner. "Let's talk somewhere more... private."

She hesitates for a split second before following. Good girl.

The table sits in a shadowed alcove, partially hidden by a decorative screen. Perfect for what I have in mind. I pull out her chair, watching as she smooths her dress before sitting.

"You don't have to babysit me, Mr. Hawkins." She sets her champagne down, fingers tracing the stem. "I'm sure you have other guests to attend to."

"Cameron," I remind her, loosening my tie as I take the seat across from her. "And trust me, you're far more interesting than anyone else here."