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Fair Game (The Rules #1)
Release Date: May 12th 2015
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Synopsis:
Bad enough Jade Frost’s boyfriend drags her to a boring poker game. Even worse that he actually threw her into the betting pot during an intense round…and lost. Talk about the perfect excuse for Jade to make him her ex-boyfriend.
Now she supposedly belongs to the ultra rich, extremely gorgeous Shep Prescott. He could have anything he wants yet he seems to be in hot pursuit of her. No matter how rude, how snarky, how impossible she acts, it doesn’t stop him. More like her horrible behavior seems to make him want her more.
When she finds herself starting to fall for him, Jade’s confused. There’s more to Shep than the carefree rich charmer he portrays. He has secrets. And she wants to discover them, no matter how ugly they might be…
“I hate Shepard Prescott.”
“Of course you do. Heaven forbid you’re normal and think he’s hot
like the rest of the female population on campus.” Kelli rolls her eyes,
flicking her long, perfectly wavy brown hair over her shoulder. I dodge out of
the way before all that glossy perfect hair smacks me in the face.
“Do you really think he’s hot?”
The pointed look Kelli sends my way is answer enough.
It doesn’t matter if I think or Kelli thinks he’s good looking
because he just is. There’s no denying that fact. But his arrogant attitude and
smug personality cancels out the sexiness.
“Seriously. He’s an asshole.” I stare at the back of the asshole’s
head. His hair is this streaked golden brown that almost looks like he paid for
those highlights, which I really hope he didn’t because oh my God, that would
make him even more pretentious. Though I’m sure he received those naturally glorious
blond streaks by sailing on his family’s yacht or whatever. Or perhaps sunning
himself on the beach during one of the many tropical vacations he no doubt
takes.
To say we run in different crowds is putting it mildly. He’s older
than me by two years. He’s in a frat and I’m not in a sorority. He’s rich as
hell and I am most assuredly not. There is absolutely no reason whatsoever for
him to know I exist and I’m fine with that.
Really.
“Even his name makes him sounds like an asshole. And his nickname
is stupid too. Shep.” I grimace. All rich dudes have stupid
nicknames I swear. “Sounds like a dog’s name. ‘Here boy. Here Shep. Mommy’s got
a treat for you’,” I sing song then roll my eyes. “Ridiculous.”
“I just bet Mommy’s got a treat for him,” Kelli says, her droll
voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Pfft. Please. He wishes.” I wave my hand, sending a cautious
glance in Shep’s direction. I may be mocking his ass but the last thing I want
is for him to actually hear me.
“You’re on a roll tonight aren’t you?” Kelli sounds bored. That’s
because we are bored. Holed up in a crappy little underground poker palace run
by the supposedly legendary gambler Shepard Prescott and all of his rich,
asshole friends. Our boyfriends brought us here so they could play against Shep
and his gambling posse because they have a reputation. As in, they bet big so
they tend to win big. But more often than not, they lose. Really big…
Our boyfriends are counting on the losing really big part.
“I can tolerate maybe two more rounds of this and then I’m
walking,” I mutter before I finish off the rest of the warm beer in my
requisite red Solo cup. Grimacing, I set the cup on the table behind me and
heave a big sigh, earning a quick glance from my boyfriend. Pretty sad he
recognizes my irritated sighs but we really haven’t been getting along lately
so it’s no surprise. He flashes me a tense smile before returning his gaze to
the cards in his hand.
“He looks stressed.” Kelli nudges my side with her pointy elbow,
making me yelp. Does she sharpen those things or what? “Joel. Look at him.”
I’m looking at him. And she’s right. Joel does look stressed. What
else is new? “He’s been wearing that look a lot lately.” Lack of funds will do
that to a person. Instead of saving the money his parents gave him at the beginning
of the semester to bail him out since he lost his part time job, he went and
blew it on stupid stuff. Like that pair of designer sunglasses he promptly lost
when he was at one of those lake parties, got drunk and went swimming with them
on. In February.
My boyfriend doesn’t always make the best choices.
“He doesn’t have very many chips left either,” Kelli mentions,
leaning in close to me so she can see past Shep. But who can really see past
that guy? He has shoulders as broad as a mountain. And all that wild does
he pay for highlights or not hair that sort of springs up as if it has
a mind of its own.
“Good. Maybe that means we can leave soon.” I grab my cup from the
table and bring it to my lips only to realize it’s empty and I frown. Not that
I want more warm beer but…
“Get her another.” Shep raises his hand above his head and snaps
his fingers, his finger pointed backward.
Right at me.
“How the hell did he do that?” I ask no one under my breath,
glancing up at the barely dressed girl who’s suddenly standing in front of me,
fresh Solo cup in hand outstretched toward me. I take the drink from her with a
mumbled thank you and she flashes me a toothy smile before she bounces away.
“Look.” Another nudge from Kelli’s pointy elbow—that should be an
illegal weapon—before she’s pointing at the wall across from us. There’s a
mirror mounted there.
And Shepard Prescott is looking right at us, a smug grin
stretching his lips wide, revealing perfect white teeth.
New York Times, USA Today and international bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite with her husband and three children. She's a workaholic who loves her job. When she's not busy writing, she also loves to read and travel with her family. She writes new adult and contemporary romance and is published with Bantam and Avon. She also writes romance as USA Today bestselling author Karen Erickson.
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