Playing Hard to Get (The Players, #1)

by Monica Murphy

This one is the scariest of them all. He’s large and intimidating and handsome and good lord, who allowed a man to smell this good?

“She’s kind of hot.” “Jesus, you think so?” Jealousy floods my veins. “Don’t even look at her, you hear me?”

I learned fairly quick that coffee is the way to her heart. Specifically vanilla lattes. Vanilla lattes and Taylor Swift and soft blankets she can snuggle under.

Knox: Fuck the patriarchy? Knox: Or just fuck me?