(World Apart #1)
Publication date: May 8th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Mia Cresswell is tired of being good.
Achieving geek status at college doesn’t equate with fun. So when she heads home to her dad’s tennis academy in Santa Monica on spring break, she’s determined to be bad. And hot Aussie tennis star Kye Sheldon is just the guy to help her do it.
However, Kye’s troubled past continues to dog him and attending the Cresswell Tennis Academy is his last chance at the big time. He can’t afford to screw up…by screwing the boss’s daughter.
But Mia and Kye’s relationship is much more than a vacation fling.
Will it be game, set, match, when the truth is revealed?
Or will Mia and Kye have a real shot at love all?
-Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/crossing-the-line-nicola-marsh/1119477722?ean=2940045933636
She has published 45 books with Harlequin, Entangled Publishing and indie, and sold over 5 million copies worldwide.
Her first mainstream contemporary romance, BUSTED IN BOLLYWOOD (Entangled Publishing) released to rave reviews, including a nomination for RWA’s RBY, Romantic Book of the Year 2012.
Her first indie-pubbed contemporary romance CRAZY LOVE released September 2012, is a Barnes & Noble bestseller, and was nominated for a 2012 ARRA award.
Her young adult debut, BANISH, a supernatural thriller featuring Wicca, spirits and murder, released August 2013 with Harlequin Teen.
Her young adult fantasy series with Month9Books launched November 2013 with SCION OF THE SUN.
Her debut new adult novel BEFORE releases December 2013.
She’s also a Waldenbooks, Bookscan and Barnes & Noble bestseller, a 2013 RBY and National Readers’ Choice Award winner, is a multiple finalist for awards including the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, HOLT Medallion, Booksellers’ Best, Golden Quill, Laurel Wreath, More than Magic and has won several CataRomance Reviewers’ Choice Awards.
Trust me to pick the only bad boy on the planet with a conscience.
I didn’t know what else to do to get Kye to sleep with me, bar strip and run around the tennis court naked.
“This isn’t a good idea,” he mumbled, sounding as tortured as I felt.
Good. Because if we didn’t do this within the next five minutes, I’d combust from wanting him.
I pressed against him one last time, wishing I had the guts to touch him there. “We either do this, or you’re going to spend the night under a cold shower or working off your frustration on the court.”
The moment I said it, I had an idea. A brilliant one.
Trying to hide a triumphant smirk was almost impossible. “How about this. We play one game of tennis. I win, we have sex. You win, we don’t.”
His eyes narrowed, sizing me up. “You said you played badly, so what’s the catch?”
“No catch.” I shrugged, mustering my best innocent expression. “Come on. What have you got to lose?”
Apart from the game, because if there’s one thing I knew about tennis, it was how to not play fair. I was average on the court. But I’d once watched Dani bring a guy to his knees by seducing him one shot at a time.
Now it was my turn to see if I had what it took to distract a gun player long enough that he fudged four points so we ended up in bed.
“You’re giving in too easily.” He shook his head. “I don’t trust you.”
“Shouldn’t that be my line?” I smiled and flipped the catch on the storage box tucked outside the fence.
“Fine, we’ll play one game, then I’m heading to bed,” he muttered, rummaging through the rackets before he found one he fancied: testing the weight in his hand, fiddling with the strings, inspecting it.
“That’s what I’m hoping for,” I murmured, flashing him a smug grin when he glared at me.