Release Day: Anatomy of a Player by Cindi Madsen

Posted January 25, 2016 by collecto in Blog Tour, Books, Release day / 0 Comments

Release Day: Anatomy of a Player by Cindi MadsenAnatomy of a Player by Cindi Madsen
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Published by Entangled on January 25th 2016
Genres: Romance
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This bad boy is about to get played…

After getting her heart broken by a player again, Whitney Porter is done with men. She's focusing on her future career and her first assignment at the college newspaper: Posing as a sports writer for an exposé on the extra perks jocks receive. But Hudson Decker, the bad boy of the hockey team, is about to test her resolve. To keep herself from breaking her no-sex rule with the temptingly tattooed athlete, she decides to use him for a side project: Anatomy of a Player, to help Whitney—and women everywhere—spot a player, learn what makes him tick, and how to avoid falling for one.

With his life spiraling out of control, Hudson Decker's looking for a distraction. When his teammates bet him that he can't land the gorgeous but prickly new reporter, he accepts the challenge, boasting he'll have her in bed by the end of the semester. But Whitney is so much more than Hudson expected, and soon enough, he's in too deep. The last thing he needs is another complication, but staying away isn't an option. One thing's for certain: this girl totally throws him off his game.



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I did a fist pump when my ball went in, and turned around to gloat. Hudson sat on the edge of his stool, one foot on the bottom rung, the other on the floor. He had his hands linked loosely together, the pool stick casually propped in the middle of them. For a moment I got lost in the ink and the large veins in his forearms.

Damn. I swallowed past a dry throat. I’ve obviously had a bit too much to drink, because I’m forgetting to be unimpressed by the way he looks.

The dim lighting in the place was the kind that helped facilitate bad decisions, and suddenly I wanted to make one. I’d slipped and flirted a little, and of course he’d flirted right back. I could still feel his arm against me, that quick impression of his firm chest against my back, and the way he’d dragged his hand across my waist, his touch feather light but there.

Electricity danced across my nerve endings, and I thought about how my former self would stroll over, say something flirty, and wait to see if he’d kiss me—er, her. Okay, now I was confusing myself, and the tingly buzz wasn’t helping.

Out of the fuzzy mist came the reminder that I’d sworn off guys until I could figure out how to keep myself from falling for a player. I forced myself to focus on how he’d flirted with the waitress and called her “sweetheart.” Right in front of me, too, even though we were on a…well, not date, but still.

He’s the definition of player. If anything, I should observe all of his moves and then use that knowledge to spot warning signs in guys when I do start dating again. The more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. I’d still focus on my article for the Heights, of course, but I could learn the ins and outs of what made a player a player at the same time. It was genius!

Ooh, I can call it “Anatomy of a Player”. I’ll publish it eventually, and women everywhere will be able to use it for good.



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