The final book in the Risky Business series. Β Who will Sage choose?
Series: The Risky Business Trilogy
Genres: Romantic Suspense, Thriller
Publisher: Hachette Book Group
Publication Date: February 23, 2016
PLAY FAIR . . . OR PLAY TO WIN?
Falling in love with polar-opposite men was an intoxicating ride that nearly ended Sage Reese’s life. Now it’s time for Sage to decide: Parker, the clean-cut, filthy-rich business magnate . . . or Ryker, the tough-as-nails undercover detective. Her choice? Neither. Because she can’t stand the thought of coming between two brothers-in-arms finally trying to repair their friendship.
There might be better ways to wake up than sandwiched between two half-naked men, but if there was, I couldnβt imagine what it would be.
Early morning light filtered through the window blinds as I blinked a few times and debated whether I wanted to move.
We were sleeping spoon-style, all three of us, my front pressed against Rykerβs back with Parker cradling me from behind, his arm slung over my waist. It was warm and cozy and I felt like I never wanted to move.
They were both here, whole and safe. Rykerβs chest rose and fell steadily and I could feel Parkerβs breath stir my hair. The terror from my nightmare seemed a world away. I felt safe with both of them looming over me in the bed, and I memorized the feeling. Iβd felt unsafe too often lately.
God, what day was it? Iβd lost track with all that had happened. It wasnβt like I had to get up for work. Last Iβd checked, I was unemployed, thanks to telling my bossβthe man currently spooning meβ that Iβd quit.
Not that Iβd had much of a choice. Once you sleep with your boss and tell him you love him, thatβs pretty much a Point of No Return right there. Or maybe that point had been when Iβd dated (and yes, slept with) his arch frenemyβthe man I was currently spooning.
Being hunted by Russian mafia bosses and hit men would turn any girlβs life into a soap opera, right?
Right.
I frowned, not wanting to think about the current disastrous state of my life. At this moment in time, everything was perfect, and I didnβt want to face reality. Not yet.
Unfortunately, reality didnβt feel the same way about me, because no sooner had I thought that than Parkerβs arm tightened around me. He snuggled closer, close enough for me to feel that his body was most assuredly not undergoing any lasting side effects from Viktorβs torture, but was most wholeheartedly embracing the morning.
Okay, so I was a red-blooded woman whoβd maybe read one too many romance novels, but the thoughts that flashed through my head werenβt of a high standard at that moment. I cursed ethics and morals and all those things that kept me from pressing my lips to Rykerβs naked back and pushing my hips back into Parkerβs.
Oh, for a bottle of tequila and an inadequate respect for proprietyβ¦
As though heβd heard my thoughts, Ryker stirred, turning onto his back. My hand fluttered for a moment, then settled softly on his chest. His dog tags were tangled about his neck and my gaze wandered over his chest and ab muscles to the white bandage covering the burn.
I thought I should probably get up before I did something colossally stupid. It seemed my hormones wanted to celebrate the fact that we were all alive and well, an urge I heartily seconded but one which I doubted the men would appreciate very much.
Squirming a little, I tried to ease out of the smidge of space I was wedged into without waking either of them.
βIf you leave me in bed alone with another man, Iβll have to fire you.β
Parkerβs murmured words in my ear made me smile in spite of myself.
βYou canβt fire me. I already quit, remember?β
βYes, but I was hoping you didnβt.β
βSo much for wishing this didnβt really happen,β Ryker interrupted, cracking his eyes open and slanting a look at me.
βPretend itβs the zombie apocalypse,β I suggested. βWeβre huddling for warmth and survival.β
His lips twitched. Then his gaze fell to where Parkerβs arm was around me, and even that tiny smile faded entirely.
Yep. Time to cut this short, since it looked like I was the only one already composing a letter to Penthouse Forum in my head.
Tiffany attended the University of Missouri β Columbia, attaining two degrees in History and Social Studies Education. After working many years as an instructor and consultant in the Information Technology field, Tiffany now writes full-time.
Tiffany loves to read and has been reading romance novels since she was way too young to read such things. She has an unhealthy obsession for all things Doctor Who, prefers Pepsi to Coke and Absolut to both, thinks men who drink girly cocktails are wusses, has learned to never stop believing in her beloved St. Louis Cardinals, and can recite the entire scripts of When Harry Met Sally and Apollo 13. George Washington is cool, Bon Jovi still rocks the house, and Bruce Willis is the ultimate alpha-male hero.
Married with two wonderful daughters, Tiffany and her family make their home in Kansas City, Missouri, not far from where she was born and raised in St. Louis, Missouri.
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Happy Book Birthday, Tiffany Snow! Can’t wait to find out who Sage chooses! Great book!
Awesome posting! Happy Release Day!!
~Tanja W.
Great series! Cannot wait to read this one!
I cannot wait to read this book! What a happy day. Tiffany Snow never disappoints! No one writes a better love triangle.
A great post for a fabulous book!
I love love triangles! It’s one way to really crank up the heat!
I don’t had an aversion to them. I know a lot of people who absolutely hate them, but I just love a good story. It definitely adds to the angst.
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