Play With Me Blog Tour & Giveaway

Title: Play With Me (With Me In Seattle)

Author: Kristen Proby

Release Date: March 1, 2013

Cover:  Social Butterfly Creative - https://www.facebook.com/pages/Social-Butterfly-Creative/248341085291308


My Review of Play With Me: http://lorisbookblog.blogspot.com/2013/02/play-with-me-with-me-in-seattle-3-review.html

Will Montgomery is a successful professional football player and seemingly has it all. He’s not used to being told no, and certainly doesn’t take no for an answer. So when he turns his charms on his sister’s sexy rocker-chick friend Meg, he’s not only turned down, but met with open hostility, piquing his curiosity and libido. He’s determined to show her that he’s not the arrogant jock she thinks he is, and to get her into his bed.

Megan McBride is not impressed with Will Montgomery, his fat contract, fancy car, or his arrogant public persona. She doesn’t have time for a relationship, and if she’s learned anything in life, it’s that loving means losing, so she guards her heart ferociously. But she can’t deny the overwhelming attraction to the sexy, tattooed athlete, and when Will starts breaking down her defenses and grabs hold of her heart, will she be able to admit her feelings for him, or will her troubled past cause her to lose the first man she’s ever truly loved?

Kristen Proby has made a living as a massage therapist, a medical biller, a registrar in an Emergency Room, and a professional photographer. But what feeds her soul is writing romantic, erotic love stories about strong women who don’t necessarily need saving, and gorgeous, alpha-type men who want to save them anyway.

Kristen lives in the amazing Pacific Northwest where, conveniently, her muse lives too.

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Meg's Style Design Board:

First Date with Will

Charity Ball Gown

New Orleans Outfit

Earrings from Will (You know the gorgeous ones he surprised her with the night of the Ball!)

Shoes from Natalie & Jules

Megan McBride's Overall Style

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Excerpt:

“Okay, what are we drinking to this time?” I ask and look around the
table at my friends and their men. All of the parents left the party a
few hours ago, and all that’s left are Jules and Nate, Natalie and
Luke, Stacy and Isaac, Brynna, Matt, Caleb and Will. All of the other
guests have gone home, leaving the eleven of us to drink shots and
laugh and catch up.
I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.
If I drink this next shot, I just might forget the escapade in the
bathroom with Will.
Maybe.
Probably not.
Speaking of Will, he keeps watching me, sipping a beer, quiet. But I
ignore him and lift another shot of tequila in the air. So far, we’ve
toasted babies, rock and roll, tattoos, shopping, and shopping again.
“Here’s to orgasms, and the three I’m going to have tonight!” Natalie
exclaims, earning fits of giggles from the rest of us girls while the
boys – all except for Luke – grumble about TMI.
“To orgasms!” we all concur and slam the shot.
I stopped using the training wheels of lime and salt three shots ago.
I glance back over at Will, who’s now in a deep conversation with his
brother Caleb, and despite my clearly drunk state, my thighs clench
just at the sight of him. Geez. He’s all broad shoulders and muscles
and blue eyes and his shaggy dark blonde hair is all messy from his
fingers, and mine, and I want to give it a good tug.
I should have done him in the bathroom.
Stop it! That’s just drunk and horny Meg talking.
“So, Meg,” Jules slurs as she leans over toward me and plops her arm
around my shoulders. “Why are you still single, my beautiful friend?”
“Because my job is my relationship, my equally as beautiful friend.”
“That sucks.”
“It’s fine.” I wave her off and take a sip of my fifth margarita.
Damn, I really should have eaten more at dinner.
“Does your job give you orgasms?” Natalie asks as she crawls into Luke’s lap.
“No,” I giggle.
“Then it’s not fine,” she responds smugly.
No, it’s not fine, but it is what it is. I need to change this subject.
“You should sing something,” Jules claps her hands and bounces in her seat.
“You are all starting to kill this really great buzz I’ve got going on.”
“Sing!” Jules demands.
“I can barely talk. No singing. I haven’t sung in a long time anyway.”
“Okay, then let’s dance.” Jules stands, and then wobbles. Nate pulls
her in his lap, laughing down at her.
“I think it’s time I take you up to the room, baby.” She cups his face
in her hand and smiles up at him.
“Okay. Can I have some orgasms?”
“I think I can make that happen,” he replies with a smirk.
“No fair!” Natalie exclaims. “I want orgasms!”
Dear God, did we always talk about orgasms when we were drunk in college?
“Then let’s go up to our room too, I’ll give you those orgasms.” Luke
kisses Nat’s cheek and stands with her cradled in his arms.
Jesus, Luke Williams is in the same room with me, talking about orgasms.
This is crazy.
“I’m out too.” I slam one last shot, grab for my purse and stand. The
room spins a bit, but I brace myself on the back of a chair and take a
deep breath.
“You’re not driving are you?” Nate asks.
“I’ll call a cab.”
“I’ll take you home.” Will stands and is suddenly at my side, gripping my elbow.
“You drank too,” I remind him.
“I had one beer. I’m fine.”
Oh.
“Really?”
“I’m in the middle of a season, Meg, I can’t drink much.”
“What kind of season?” I ask as the room spins slowly around me. I’m
vaguely aware of snickering happening around me but I’m too drunk to
kick anyone’s ass.
“Football,” he says gently and brushes my hair behind my ear.
“You want to play football?” I’m so confused. “I’m too drunk to play football.”
Will laughs and shakes his head. “No, sweetheart, I will play football
on Sunday. With my team. Remember?”
“Oh, yeah. You’re a football star.” I wave him off and turn toward my
friends. “He’s a big time football player. Did you know?”
Natalie giggles at me. “Meg, you’re funny. I’m glad you’re hanging out
with us again.”
“Dude, you got her?” Caleb asks.
“Yeah, I got her,” Will confirms.
“Who you got?” I ask.
“You, drunk girl. Come on.” He turns to lead me toward the exit, and I
start to follow him, but for some reason my feet don’t work very well.
“Um, Will?”
“Yeah?”
“I lost my feet.”
“What?” he laughs and pinches the bridge of his nose.
“I can’t find my feet.”
Why is everyone laughing at me? This is serious!
“Okay, I’ve got you.” He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and
cradles me against his chest.
“You don’t have to carry me.”
“If I want to get you in the car and take you home, I think I do.”
“I thought you wanted to play football.” I yawn and lean my head
against his shoulder. Hmm… he still smells good.
“Not tonight.”
“I think I’m drunk.”
“What was your first clue?” he chuckles.
“Don’t make me hurt you, Mungumry.”
“Yeah, you scare me.”
***
“What kind of car is this?” I ask.
“It’s a Shelby.”
“Is Shelby your girlfriend?” I ask, mortified. Holy shit! I made out
with a guy who has a girlfriend!
“No, this car is a Shelby Mustang, Megan.”
“Oh. Then who is your girlfriend?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Why not?”
“No time.” He shrugs. “No one has interested me, until very recently.”
He mutters that last part, and before I can ask him what he means by
that, he pulls up to my townhouse.
“Thanks for the ride.”
“You’re welcome. Stay there.”
I don’t think I could get out of this car if I wanted to. It sits
really low to the ground, but it’s nice. The seat is comfortable.
Suddenly the passenger door is open and Will is leaning inside,
pulling me out of the car. He gets me to stand, and then lifts me
again.
“I could probably walk now.”
“I doubt it. Just don’t throw up on me, please.”
Well, I didn’t feel like throwing up until he said something. Now my
stomach is rolling and I have that icky feeling in the back of my
throat.
Fuck!
“Where are your keys?” he asks.
“Handbag.”
“Do you want me to get them?”
“Yes.” Just breathe. Just breathe and you won’t throw up.
“Okay, I’m going to stand you by the door. Just lean on the wall for a second.”
Is he speaking English? I don’t understand him, all I can concentrate
on is not throwing up. He shuffles through my bag and produces my
keys.
“This one.” I point to the house key and he unlocks the door and
scoops me up again, carrying me inside.
“You don’t have an alarm system?” he asks with a frown.
“No.”
“Why not?” he demands.
“Too expensive. Fuck, put me down.”
He lowers me to the floor and as soon as my feet hit the ground I
sprint to the bathroom, and hurl about two bottles of tequila into the
toilet.
It never tastes as good coming up as it did going down.
Oh, sweet Jesus, make it stop. My stomach convulses and shudders, and
I feel a sweat break out on my skin.
Suddenly my hair is scooped back off my face and a cold cloth is
pressed to the back of my neck.
Fuck, I forgot he was here. How mortifying.
“You can go,” I mumble and rest my forehead on my arm, still cradling
the toilet.
“I’ll stay.” His voice is firm and maybe a little grim.
“I’m okay, Will.”
“I’m not leaving you like this, so shut it.” He gently lifts my head
and presses another cold cloth to my forehead, making me moan in
delight.
“That feels good.”
“I know. Are you done throwing up?”
“I think so.”
“Okay, let’s get you in bed.”
“Hey!” My head jerks up and I pin him with a glare. “You’re not
getting me into bed.”
“Yeah, I am. Don’t worry, sweetheart, no hanky panky.” He grins and I
groan as another wave of nausea hits. I’m suddenly bone-tired.
“Okay.” I stand and he wraps an arm awkwardly around my waist. He’s
just too tall for his own good. “I’m fine, Will. The worst is over.
You can go.”
He glares down at me and wipes my face with the cool cloth. “I’ll make
sure you’re asleep before I leave.”
“Why? I haven’t exactly been nice to you.”
“Because I’m not an asshole, and the sooner you realize that, the better.”
I frown at him, not understanding him at all. He opens the drawers in
my dresser, shuffling through clothes and socks, then turns to me with
a scowl.
“Where are your pajamas?”
“I don’t wear pajamas.”
“So what do you wear to bed?” he asks and plants his hands on his hips.
“Nothing.”
He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, then searches through my
drawers again until he finds an old t-shirt and throws it at me.
“Here, put this on.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m climbing in that bed with you, and you can’t be naked or
I will be an asshole.” He looks almost angry.
“Turn around,” I murmur. When he’s facing the other direction, I
quickly unzip and step out of my dress and pull the t-shirt over my
head. I’m not wearing panties, but the t-shirt is long enough that you
can’t see so I don’t care. “I don’t think I can take my sandals off
without falling over.”
Will turns to me and his eyes soften. “You look so young right now.”
“I’m sure I look like shit, but okay. Sandals?”
“Sit.” He kneels before me and takes my shoes off, and then tucks me
into the bed. He unbuttons his shirt, lets it fall off his shoulders
and drapes it on my desk chair. Holy muscled body, Batman.
“Your place is nice,” he mutters.
“Hmm.” I close my eyes to block out the delicious image of a
mostly-naked Will. I hear the zipper of his pants and the rustling of
him stepping out of them, and then the bed dips as he crawls in beside
me. He turns me away from him, and pulls my back against his front.
“Sleep.”
“Why are you still here?” I ask sleepily. I should demand that he go,
but damn if this doesn’t feel good.
“I don’t know,” he whispers.

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