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Authors: Justine Elvira
Playing
His Game
Justine
Elvira
Edited by:
Eileen Proksch
Cover by:
Meredith Blair of Author's Angels
©2014
Justine Elvira
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Sneak Peek: In A Heartbeat by Liz King
Playing His Game
would have never happened without the help and support of so many others. I am
truly blessed to have so many amazing people in my life.
To the ladies of
Justine's Joyful Book Jugglers: I love coming into this group every day and
just being silly. You make it so much fun to be a writer and I love seeing your
random posts or pictures for MCM. Thanks for being a part of my team and for
dealing with my Jase obsession.
Eileen Proksch:
Thank you for putting up with me and the fact that I never have anything done
by my deadlines. You support me so much and are always there giving me help and
tips. I couldn't do it without you.
Meredith Blair:
Thank you for another AMAZING cover. Your work is beautiful and you are such a
sweet person. Congrats on the new chapter in your life!!! I'll be praying you
get some sleep over the next few months.
Mayas Sanders: You
are the best book pimp around. Thanks for supporting me from the beginning. I
love your sense of humor and I know you will be a friend for life.
Liz King: You're
another one who has supported me from the very beginning and it means so much
to me. Your own writing is some of my favorite and I know you're going to take
off in the literary world.
Sam Stettner,
Stella, Daniella, Sarah and Jessica, Jennifer, S. Moose, Lindsey, Monica, Dawn,
Becky, April, Shawndra, Mariela, Ashley, Rene, Kaprii, Lorraine and all of the
others that pimped and shared Changing His Game: Thank you so much from the
bottom of my heart. I saw every tag and every post and I am so thankful you
loved CHG so much that you wanted to share it with the book community.
Bloggers: Thank
you so much for all that you do. Blogging is such a crazy busy job and you help
us indie authors so much with what you do. Every post, every review, every
message means so much to me. I truly appreciate all you do. You're the backbone
of the writing community. Without your love and support no one would be reading
my books so THANK YOU!
Authors: Thank you
for all of your support in messages, emails, and over social media. The indie
world is truly a great community and the support we show each other always
amazes me.
To my readers:
Whether this is your first book of mine or you've read my others, thank you for
trying me out and giving me a chance. A lot of you have stuck by me and loved
each of my books and that means the world to me. I'm always so nervous with
every release and you tell me exactly how it is with your reviews, emails,
tweets and Facebook messages. I'm so grateful for all of you and I hope you
enjoy Playing His Game.
To my kids: I love
you more than words can even express. Thank you for all the ways you support me
and don't even know it yet.
If I forgot anyone
it was truly an oversight. If you're in my life in any way, shape, or form I am
extremely grateful. Love you all!
I wanted to
address the timetable of Playing His Game. We met Winnie and Scott in my book
Changing His Game, and while we got a small glimpse at "relationship"
in the epilogue, we don't know much about them. Playing His Game starts with
their first meeting. Their first meeting occurs sometime between the last
chapter and the epilogue of Changing His Game, since they already know each
other very well in the epilogue.
There is over a
year covered in that gap and I don't want to confuse anyone who has read
Changing His Game. So basically, chapter one of Playing His Game starts way
before the epilogue of Changing His Game, so if you are confused by anything
that you might have thought already happened, this is why.
I hope you enjoy
Playing His Game as much as I enjoyed writing it and being around these
characters. I love Winnie and Scott and I hope you do, too.
Playing His Game is dedicated to the ladies of Justine's
Joyful Book Jugglers.
Love you all!
Winnie
I'm normally not a
blubbering, emotional basket case, but the events of today have broken me. The
well has burst and I can't seem to get my emotions in check. What was I
thinking ever agreeing to this? Am I that much of an idiot to think this would
solve his problems?
I feel like I sold
my soul to the devil, and now my life is ruined. Yes, I'm probably being a
ginormous drama queen. My life is probably not ruined, just temporarily falling
apart... but it feels destroyed. Wrecked and unable to ever be put back
together.
I don't know what
the fuck I was thinking. That's right, I wasn't thinking. I never fucking
think. Maybe it's because I'm impulsive and never thinking of the
repercussions, but it seemed like a good idea at the time. It seemed like the
only idea. He needed my help and what am I if not a helpful person?
I was always the
wild child in my family. I never went completely off the hinges, but compared
to my goody two shoes sister, I was the black sheep. Coming home drunk at
fourteen, getting busted for having a party when my parents were gone at
sixteen, a pregnancy scare at seventeen, and being arrested for public intoxication
at eighteen. Needless to say, I kept my parents on their toes.
I guess the only
good thing about today is that my family won't be surprised. Disappointed, yes.
Surprised, no.
A voice comes over
the intercom, distracting me from my frantic thoughts. A woman is announcing
that the rest of the passengers can now board the 747 I'm impatiently waiting
to get on, bringing me from Los Angeles to Chicago. Once I'm in Chicago I'll
rent a car and drive the few extra hours back home to Michigan, and then I'll have
to face my parents.
I feel like a kid
again, nervous about what they will think of me. I'm going to have to admit how
stupid I was. That I let the love I have for this man control my decisions and
I did something monumentally fucked up because of it, which probably
permanently changes the way my family views me. Yes, I saved the man I love
from a deadly situation, but at what cost? My dignity? My self-respect? And
what do I have to show for it?
The man that I
screwed up my entire life for could give two shits about me. He got what he
wanted and everything is perfect in his world, while I'm hiding and hoping this
all blows over soon.
The phone in my
pocket starts vibrating for what seems like the millionth time and I don't grab
it, don't look at the caller ID, and don't have any desire to. I know who it
is. While I know Autumn is worried about me, she's not who I need to be on the
other end of the phone. She's not the person who can make this all better. Only
one person can do that and he's currently letting his inflated ego direct his
life, not even blinking an eye over the fact that I left.
Stupid,
motherfucking, egotistical asshole; I can't believe I let him destroy my life.
1 1/2 years
earlier
"Can you
explain to me again why you had to pretend you forgot Jared's birthday?" I
ask my sister as we drive out of the beautiful, plush neighborhood in Beverly
Hills that she lives in with her boyfriend.
This is the third
time I've come out to visit my sister since she moved out to Los Angeles almost
ten months ago. I was hooked on Southern California from the very first time I
visited. The nearly perfect weather all year round, the sun shining and filling
me with vitamin D, and my big sister living here, all helped me fall in love
with it.
My sister, Autumn,
came to California to get away from her old boyfriend after walking in on him
with Lexi Sanders. Lexi went to school with us and is a dirty, man-eating,
slut. God, I hate her. I never really liked her, but after what she did to my
sweet, innocent sister, I loathe her with a passion.
I guess I can't
really call Autumn innocent anymore. I mean, she is dating a hugely famous porn
star, or ex-porn star that still produces porn. I'm not quite sure what his job
title is. God, it hurts to look at Jared sometimes. Jared is the ex-porn star
my sister is dating. He has a perfect, muscular body and gorgeous tats, and did
I mention he has a pierced cock?
I shouldn't know
this, and if Autumn were dating a regular guy then I wouldn't know exactly what
his dick looks like. But she's with Brandon Boner... I mean, Jared. Will I ever
stop thinking of him as his porn star persona, Brandon Boner? Brandon is dead
and gone. He needs to be just Jared to me now.
It's hard to think
of him as just Jared because I saw him naked way before Autumn did. I was a big
fan of his films and watched them regularly. Don't judge me for that either. I
think everyone should watch a porno or two so that they loosen up in the
bedroom. It's true what they say; a man wants a lady in the street, but a freak
in the bed.
I'm starting to
look at Jared as a brother, I really am. He and Autumn are in love so that's
the only way I can ever look at him. I'm not into him or anything, but when a
man has been the star of your wet dreams on several occasions and then you find
out he's dating your sister, it fucks with your head. I think I just need to
get laid. It's been over a month and that is a dry spell for me.
Yes. Getting laid
will help me in the long run.
"Earth to
Winnie," my sister says, snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"You ask me a question and then ignore my answer?"
"Sorry, sis,
I got caught up in my thoughts."
"What's on
your mind?"
I smirk at her.
"Your sexy as fuck boyfriend. I've always wondered... how many times can
he get you off before he can't hold off any longer and comes? I'm guessing
three, but with how long he goes for in some of his videos, I wouldn't be
surprised if he could pull off a solid half-dozen."
I love teasing
her.
"Winnie!"
she gasps, completely shocked at my comment.
"Autumn!"
I gasp back, mocking her. "So you're not going to answer me? I guess I'll
just have to let my imagination run wild." Autumn doesn't respond and I
know I probably took that too far. "I'm joking, sis, don't get your
panties in a bunch. You are wearing panties, right?"
"Jeez,
because we hardly see each other I sometimes forget how crass you can be,
Winnie. Try to tone that down at the party."
"I'll work on
it. So why did we lie to Jared again?"
A huge grin
spreads across her face as she quickly glances my way and then looks back to
the road. "Jared's family told me he's really into his birthday. They said
it's all he can talk about and he loves a day centered around him. This year I
guess he's been downplaying it because of me. He doesn't want me to know how
important it is to him or something, so I pretended it wasn't important. He
thinks his entire family and I forgot all about his birthday this year and now
he's bummed. It's perfect! Scott invited him over to go night surfing and when
he gets to Scott's place he'll be completely surprised."
Her grin gets
impossibly bigger and I can't help but stare at my beautiful sister. Autumn has
always been a natural beauty. Perfect skin, slim with curves, green eyes and
natural blond hair. There was a period when we were teenagers that I was so
jealous of her. She had Brock, but every guy in our school was attracted to her
and just waiting for Brock to mess up. I think it was a mixture of her good
looks and innocent outlook on the world, but it made guys want to protect her,
save her.