I feel like I should say something. Something like… All of you, who read PLAY WITH ME, loved it, posted a review on Goodreads and Amazon, and keep sending me messages, yeah, all you guys rock!
I never expected this hype about the book to happen, but 12,000 people have read the book in less than two months. And seriously, if you imagine that number of people in one place, you could fill a concert hall with them. This is amazing. Thank you very much!
As a little “give-back-to-you”, I thought some of you might like to get a glimpse at the story as it continues. Tony’s book is already in progress, and here’s an exclusive excerpt from the first chapter.
HEADING TO THE back of the café, I looked over my shoulder and quirked my brows at my cousin. “Seriously, Cloey, it’s not like the paparazzi are hiding behind those columns and waiting to snap any misstep you make in your life.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but a deeper voice came from another direction. “Watch out!”
My head snapped around at the fierce warning, and I skittered to a halt inches before I’d have crushed into the busboy. He held a protective hand in front of the empty glasses on his tray.
“Whoa! I‘m sorry,” I stuttered. What I really wanted to say was: Hello. I’m Sam, and you’re the most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen.
His eyes were blue like the sky over Egypt, and they focused on me for a couple of seconds. Then he scowled over my shoulder.
Cloey pushed to the front. “Hello, Anthony.”
I had trouble figuring out if she tried to sound flirtatious or arrogant.
“Please bring me a martini to the table and—” She looked at me, deliberating, and with a finger to her lips. “A club soda for my cousin.” Under her breath she added, “You’re going to drive home tonight.”
I felt the urge to laugh, but I feared Cloey would just take that for another reason to rebuke me, so I restrained myself. “I don’t think you’ll get alcohol in this place,” I whispered back then turned to the busboy, Anthony, and hoped Cloey would introduce me.
She didn’t. Instead she stalked toward the table at the far end in her high heels and sat down with three of her friends I had met earlier today, adjusting her black mini.
Since she had talked to the guy, he probably was one of those people we actually did converse with. I offered him a smile. “Hi. I’m Samantha Summers.”
“Get out of my way.” He said it in a polite tone, but there was ice in his gaze.
My mouth fell open.
He shoved past me, and I took a quick step to the side. My eyes dried out, because I forgot to blink in my current state of shock.
“Another Summers. Just what we needed.” His growl smashed my last bit of hope for a nice first evening in my new hometown.