Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Blog Tour: Getting Played by Emma Chase

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Getting Played by Emma Chase
Release Date: October 8, 2019
Getting Played, a magnificent new romance by New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase.

Dean Walker is all about keeping life simple. He’s effortlessly talented and intelligent—spending his summers playing drums in the local band and the rest of the year teaching high school in the same Jersey town where he grew up. He likes his love-life simple too, enjoying the commitment-free hook-ups his good looks and sexy charm have always made oh-so easy.
Then he meets Lainey Burrows. And his simple, easy life gets turned upside down.
One wild one-night stand was all it was ever supposed to be, so Lainey is shocked when she discovers that her sizzling summer fling is also her son’s new math teacher. But that’s nothing compared to the most unexpected twist of all—their hot hook-up left Lainey knocked-up, and now they’re about to become parents. Together.
What ensues is an addictive, insatiable, sweet and tender romance that won’t be simple, but it will be more than worth the fight.
A stand-alone, contemporary romance.

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Review by Lisa Kane

What a fun read with a sprinkle of angst!

Lainey Burrows is out celebrating her good fortune with her sister and her sister's boyfriend. She's a lifestyle blogger who has thousands of follower who learn her hacks, decorating on the cheap tips and a little bit of everything else. Well, she's got a commitment for the next year to fix up a house and show off just how talented she is and to showcase all she has to offer. Her webseries on Facebook is called Life with Lainey and she's a hoot.

The bar has a cover band playing, Amber Sound and they have the hottest drummer. He's not just hard core on the drums, the but guy has great pipes. And he's been checking her out since he spotted her in the crowd. The show's over and guess who comes walking over her way?

"Hi. I'm -"
"Beautiful." He says it intensely. Like he means it. 

Well one thing leads to another-the another being the steamiest sexiest night of Lainey's life. Like a whole box of condoms night. But the next day it's time to Lainey to go home and Dean, the hot drummer, doesn't ask for her phone number. Lainey's a little sad about it, but she doesn't regret a thing. It was years since she last had sex and her life as a single mom doesn't give her many opportunities for what she just experienced!

Months go by, Lainey thinks about Dean, and then boom-she realizes just as she's about to move to a new town to start the house do over, that she's going to have a permanent reminder of Dean. But she has no way to get ahold of him. Well she did this once on her own-her son Jason's dad was a runner once he found out he was going to be a father-she can do it again.

But fate's a fickle bitch and drummer Dean is actually her son's new math teacher!

I know there are lots of versions of this story night stands... usually the gorgeous guy turns out to be the girl's new teacher. Or new boss. Or the best friend of a friend. The kid's teacher is a nice twist.

Now what really makes this story work is the realness of the characters' emotions. Lainey expects very little from Dean. Dean has been a player all his life. He's never seen marriage and a family in his future. And he's honest about that.

"Okay, so, I don't want to sound like an asshole, do you see this working exactly?" I ask. "What do you expect from me, Lainey?"

Now, I don't exactly think this is Dean's shining moment. Since this meeting is taking place in a diner, I had visions of shoving his fries right up his nose. But he's a guy with fears and a head full of thoughts.

Now expect some parts that come after this that are really going to hurt. Lainey doesn't want to get her hopes up and she guards her heart. She has a family to protect and what does she really know about Dean anyway?

"Every instinct I have tells me you're a good guy, Dean. A decent guy. So, while I want to do this with  you, if it turns out I have to do it without you...I know I'll be okay."

How can you not love Lainey? Come on Dean, get your head out of your arse and get your act together!

Lainey's son Jason has lived his whole fourteen years being the man of the house. He's a genius and an old soul. This kid puts his mom's happiness and well being before his own. He could not be any sweeter. He needs a book of his own when he grows up.

"The thing is..." Jason pauses, glancing around and lowering his voice like he's telling a secret. "My mom's used to doing things on her own. She says it's easier that way. She's never really had anyone to help her-nobody but me. But she deserves that. She deserves someone who'll take care of her."
Jason turns to look at Dean. "As long as you do that-you and I will be A-okay."

Gawd, this kid!

Will Dean step up to the plate? Will this superstar teacher/coach realize he's the one who needs a few lessons? But when he he has a revelation, he's dead on.

"Jesus, Lainey-you'll pull an ugly, broken table out of the garbage because you can see how beautiful it could be...but you're so goddamn eager to throw us away."

Ah, the dialogue kills me. And then the drama. Oh boy, hold on to those Kindles, don't let them fly just yet.

Devour this one folks, 'cause it's a winner! Not to mention there are lots of decorating ideas that are more than a little Pinterest worthy that you'll pick up!

Sometimes it feels like the hard moments are a penance, atonement, for my past selfish, dickheaded deeds. And sometimes I'm glad for it, even when it sucks-because the very best things in life don't come easy. You have to want them, work for them.

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I find Lainey in the living room—standing on a ladder, with those long, toned legs peeking out from itty bitty cotton black shorts and a power drill in her hand, while Bruce Springsteen sings “I’m Goin’ Down” from a speaker in the corner.

And, dear God—the things I could do to her on that ladder.

Wonderful, filthy things that instantly make my heart pound and my cock throb. She’s the perfect height for me to just walk over there and put my mouth between her legs. I picture it, see it in my mind—the way she’d grip my hair and pant my name, arch her back and writhe against my face . . .

But then I catch sight of the small bump of her stomach, and reality smacks me in the head. I think about the baby—and how making Lainey lose her mind three feet off the ground wouldn’t be the safest option. My protective instinct overrides the desire to get freaky on the ladder.

“Hey, Dean.” She sets the drill on the ledge and picks up a beeping light green rectangle, running it along the wall.

“What are you doing up there?” I ask.

I don’t have a decorative bone in my body, but the room looks good—with light gray walls and navy corduroy covered couches, reclaimed wood tables and a dozen different-sized candles filling the white-washed brick fireplace. It’s clean and simple but warm, the kind of place you’d look forward to coming back to every day.

“I’m going to hang up those boards.” Lainey gestures to three square planks, with ornamental arrows burned black into the wood. “I just want to make sure this stud-finder works.”

“If you’re looking for a stud,” I wink, “I’m standing right in front of you.”

“Ha-ha. I’ll keep that in mind.”

She turns back to the wall, reaching up over her head and stretching onto her tippy toes on the narrow step. I move under the ladder to catch her if she goes ass over end, and a stab of terror slices through me at the thought that Lainey would still be doing this if I wasn’t here. Alone. Without Jason even in the room in case something went terribly wrong.

What the hell is up with that?

“I read that you’re not supposed to reach above your head when you’re pregnant.”

“That’s just an old wives’ tale.”

I wrap my hands around her hips, holding her steady.

“Maybe the old wives knew what they were talking about. Come on, come down.”

Slowly, Lainey lowers her arms and turns in my hands. I lift her off the ladder by her hips, tilting my head back and holding her above me for a moment, before sliding her slowly down. And the feel of her softness rubbing against me, the friction—it’s fantastic.

When her feet are on the ground, I dip my head and our faces are just millimeters apart. Close enough to count the sprinkle of cute, light freckles that dust the bridge of her nose.

“That’s better,” I say softly, taking the stud-finder out of her hands. “I’ll do it.”

“Okay.” Lainey’s tongue peeks out, wetting her bottom lip. “Thanks.”

Like I said . . . fucking killing me.

About Emma:

New York Times bestselling author Emma Chase writes contemporary romance novels known for their clever banter, emotional, and sexy, swoonworthy moments. Her books have been translated into over twenty languages around the world.
Emma lives in New Jersey with her amazing husband, two spirited children, and two adorable, but badly behaved, dogs. She has a long standing love/hate relationship with caffeine.
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