Lincoln Quinn loves rugby, women, and poker. And he likes to win at all three. When his team mates bet him he can’t break through Em’s resolve, he’s more than up for the challenge. But this lady has a shoebox of stipulations before she’ll even go on a date with him, much less use that mouth for kissing instead of giving orders.
Something’s gotta give but this time Em’s not settling. And Linc’s questioning everything he ever knew about matters of the heart.
- Original Title:Playing the Player (Sydney Smoke Rugby #3)
- Author:Amy Andrews
- Rating:8.08 / 10
- Publisher:Published January 30th 2017 by Entangled Publishing LLC
Lincoln Quinn stared at the three aces and two queens he was holding in his hand. Fuck, he loved poker.
It fell a close third to rugby and women.
The fact that he was astoundingly good at all three was worn as a badge of honour. Practise did, after all, make perfect.
His brow crinkled in a fake display of holy-shit-this-hand-is-crap. It still worked occasionally. “You know what this poker game needs?” he mused out loud to his fellow players, keen to distract the other guys as they assessed their cards. Anyone would think they were playing for bloody sheep stations instead of fake casino chips.
“Chicks,” came five simultaneous replies.
Linc laughed. His teammates from the Sydney Smoke were well used to his regular refrain. Tanner Stone, the captain, had declared the game a chick-free zone a few years back, when they’d all started playing, and Linc had been bitching about it ...