Valerie King hated celebrating her birthday, that's why she was sitting all alone in a bar nursing another martini. When yet another man accosts her, she's ready to tell him off, however this one is different. He seems a gentleman and actually has a sense of humor, and for the first time that day, Val laughs. She knows he's Kyle Leighton, one of the Sydney Smoke players, the team her father coaches. Being new to the team, Kyle doesn't know who she is; players are barely allowed to look at coach Griff King's daughter, and Val's father didn't even want Kyle on his team. But Kyle makes her feel good when it counts, and they are so attracted to each other, that they find themselves in bed the same evening, without Kyle ever knowing who Val really is. Her father never needs to know...
Readers already familiar with the series already know how gruff Griff is (I couldn't resist!), but newcomers will get the gist of his personality quickly, and what a personality it is. The only reason Val and Griff's relationship is difficult is because of Griff's overprotectiveness, the reason for which was handled extremely well by Ms. Andrews; Val and her father's relationship is really heartbreaking. I also fell for Kyle nearly as quickly as she did; he is a very witty man, open-minded, and definitely someone to have in one's corner. They are stuck between a rock and a hard place, as admitting to the budding relationship could be detrimental to Kyle's rugby career, but they cannot keep their hands to themselves. While there are few mentions of rugby playing per se, I loved reading about the team dynamics, and how Tanner proved himself to be the perfect captain when things got out of hand.
Griff is an incredibly impressive character: a former rugby star himself, he is so redoubtable and so well written, that his temper is nearly a palpable thing. I think I must have recoiled in fear at some point, because he is such a powerful presence. He is intrinsic to the romance, because he is the sole reason that Val and Kyle have issues. The dialogues are spectacularly well written, be it the playful and flirtatious banter between Val and Kyle or the shout-out matches exchanged between the men, players and coach, which couldn't have sounded more realistic, and the sex is sizzling hot.
The Sidney Smoke Rugby series is such a favorite of mine, that I picked up the book solely on the series title, which coming from me says a lot. PLAYING DIRTY is another brilliant feather in Amy Andrews' well-decorated cap, and the best news is that there are two other books remaining in this series. Bring it on!
Sydney Smoke star recruit Kyle Leighton canβt believe the
best sex of his life was just a one-night stand. He
didnβt even know her nameβ¦ Until she shows up at the
locker room two weeks later and he connects the dots.
Val King. Oh shit.
Coach has one hard and fast rule: Never, ever date (much
less f*ck ten ways to Sunday) his daughter. And not only
did Kyle break that rule, but he wants to break it over
and over again. In the shower. Against a wall. On every
flat surface in his home.
But the coach and his daughter share more than just DNA.
Their issues run deep and fooling around with her could
widen the family chasm.
And get Kyle benched for life.
So why canβt he stop thinking about her? Flirting with
her? Suggesting they date for real and damn the
consequences?
Each book in the Sydney Smoke Rugby series is STANDALONE:
* Playing By Her Rules
* Playing It Cool
* Playing the Player
* Playing With Forever
* Playing House
* Playing Dirty
EXCERPT
They stared at each other for long moments. She didnβt know
if it was just her, or just her imagination, but there was
a far earthier aroma to the kitchen right now. It smelled
more like a boudoir than a bakery, an erotic reminder of
their rather animalistic coming together.
She was going to need nuclear strength disinfectant.
Kyle inspected the contents of the bag before returning his
gaze to her. βAbout before.β
βItβs okay, I know. You donβt have to say it. I
understand.β
He frowned. βYou do?β
βIt was a mistake.β
His frown deepened. βWeeeellβ¦I wouldnβt call it a mistake,
exactly. Something that good could never be a mistake.β
Oh Lordy. More with the mouth. Val steeled herself against
its panty-dropping effects. βYou told my father youβd leave
me alone. What would you call it?β
βAβ¦slip.β
Val almost laughed. βAs in, you tripped, and your dick
slipped into me?β
He did laugh, but sobered quickly. βNo. That was a hundred
percent deliberate.β
Her heart leapt at the admission, but her more pragmatic
angels prevailed. βBut not what you came here for.β
He sighed. βNo. I really did just come here to check on
you. To talk about the night we met.β
βAnd we did. We agreed that I was alright and that night
was great, but shouldnβt happen again because of your
career, and then we blew it. Weβ¦slipped.β She smiled at the
euphemism.
Sheβd slipped up a lot in life. Never had it resulted in a
mind-blowing orgasm. Clearly sheβd been doing it all wrong.
βBut we really, really, really canβt let it happen again.
Iβve seen my father bench players for far less provocation
than youβve just given him. He doesnβt believe in idle
threats, Kyle.β
βYeah.β He gave a half laugh. βI figured that one out
already.β
βSo this is it. Finito.β Val chopped her hand through the
air to underscore her point. βThe last time. We canβt do
this again.β
He nodded. βAgreed.β
But it was as reluctant as hell. He didnβt look that
certain, and they both needed to be on the same page with
this or it was never going to work. βWhy do I sense a but
there somewhere?β
His sigh whispered to all the parts of her that were still
excitable from their last encounter. βI just wish Iβd known
it was going to be it, you know? I could have prepared
mentally. Plusββ He took a step towards her, and Valβs
senses, still in a state of alert, sizzled with awareness.
βI could have made it really good for you.β
Really good? Christ, if he could do better than that, she
was a bloody goner. βDid you hear me complaining?β
βNo.β
Of course he didnβt. Because heβd rendered her speechless.
βThen you can rest easy, big guy.β She patted him on the
shoulder, an impulsive, affectionate gesture. Immediately
she wished she hadnβt. They didnβt have that kind of
relationship, as evidenced by the itch in her fingers. An
itch demanding she curl said fingers into his shirt and
drag him close.
She snatched her hand back. He noticed, but thankfully
ignored it. βSo we just carry on as normal? Like nothing
ever happened between us?β
βYep. Itβs not like weβll see each other that much, is it?
The odd home game get-together at Tannerβs. The occasional
official rugby function. Easy.β
His cocked eyebrow mocked her attempts at downplaying their
crazy chemistry. βEasy?β
βYes.β She doubled down, clinging desperately to her
conviction. βI think perhaps it would be advisable for us
not to ever be alone together, if it can be avoided.β
He chuckled. βYou think?β
The chemistry flared between them, so did her temper. For
the love of all that was holy, she was doing this for him.
If he wasnβt Kyle-hotshot-Leighton, sheβd be fucking him
and flaunting it at every opportunity. And screw what her
father said. βIβm trying to look out for your career, Kyle.
Remember that?β
βWhat if I could have both? What if I told you I could
handle my career and your father just fine without dancing
around and pretending Iβm not totally hot for his
daughter?β
Valβs stomach did a three-sixty turn in her belly. Her
heart did the same in her chest. βYouβve known me for two
weeks.β
The whole thing was bloody preposterous.
βI was hot for you the moment I saw you sitting on that
barstool all alone, murdering olives with a toothpick.β
God. She wished Kyle would stop saying all the right
things. It made him very hard to resist. But sheβd known
her father for much longer than Kyle had. She knew how
bloody minded he was, and Kyle damaging his career like
this over some chick he picked up in a bar was monumentally
stupid.
Nobody gave up the chance of a lifetime for a bit of tail.
She appreciated Kyleβs bravado, but her father couldnβt be
handled. The only person who could really do that was Eve,
and there were times when he sorely tested her calm,
unflappable demeanour.
Val knew sheβd never forgive herself for getting between
Kyle and her father. The sex was goodβincredibly goodβbut
some things were bigger.
βTrust me, youβll thank me for this one day.β He eyed her
dubiously. βRugby glory, Kyle. My dad can make that
happen.β
His tawny gaze glittered at her, obviously torn between the
temptation of the flesh and the temptation of the pitch. Of
achieving his lifelong goal. No matter how much he wanted
her, she knew he wanted that more.
She didnβt know Kyle very well, but she knew guys just like
him. Driven. Focused. Ambitious. Every Smoke player, every
pro rugby player was the same. They wanted to be the best.
The top of their game. They wanted the glory. And they
worked their asses off to get it.
She knew without having to even ask him that Kyle would
have been working towards the glory all his life. He
wouldnβt give it up. And she wouldnβt let him.