Welcome to the blog tour for PAINTING THE LINES, the first book in the adult contemporary sports romance series, Ace of Hearts, by Ashley R. King. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.
About the Book
Title: PAINTING THE LINES
Series: Ace of Hearts Series #1
Author: Ashley R. King
Publisher: City Owl Press
Release Date: August 25, 2020
Genre: Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
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Amalie Warner wants another shot to prove that she can be a successful writer. After hitting the bestseller’s list nine years ago, she’s lost her spark. Feeling pressure from her father to leave her writing behind and to work for her family’s lucrative hotel business, she’s desperate to find inspiration for her next big idea, something that challenges and excites her, something real.
Enter Julian Smoke, a failed tennis player making a dream run for the US Open. After a chance meeting at a bar, Amalie hates him instantly. He’s cocky and arrogant, but Amalie knows his story could be her big break. Could he be more?
Everyone knows that in tennis, love means zero, but these two are about to change that.
Perfect for fans of The Hating Game and Wimbledon.
Julian put on the smolder, and she realized what he’d attempted drunkenly at the bar all those months ago didn’t hold a candle to this. His eyes were heated, his jaw prominent, his mouth hooked into her favorite lopsided smile, his dimple popping. “Stardust, there’s so much that I want to do to you.” Each word that came out of that sensual mouth of his dripped with sex. The lyrics from “Hot in Here” drifted through her head, and she almost had to physically stop herself from fanning her face.
Amalie’s breathing grew heavy as the space between them grew electric, a tangible thing holding them in place. She looked at him, and not from beneath her lashes. No, she met his stare head-on, because she owned her feelings this time, just this once not caring about the consequences. All she could think about since they stepped foot in that hotel room was Julian and how much she needed him, how he was the only one who could fill the void in her chest.
“Why don’t you show me?” she challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.
Julian moved, his eyes flashing a deep green, the color of the forest during a thunderstorm. He was slow, achingly slow, as his hand reached forward to hold the back of her head, his hand digging deep into her hair. The feel of his fingers fisting in her locks threatened to completely unravel her.
“This is a terrible idea.” Julian’s voice had taken on that deep, husky timbre, a tone that promised hours, hell, even days of endless pleasure and tangled limbs beneath the sheets.
His thumb came up to rub a gentle path over her lips. She wanted to know how he kissed, how he did…other things. Was he rough or was he gentle?
It didn’t matter, not when she wanted it all from him.
A tiny gasp escaped her as she reacted to his touch, his scent, his everything.
“It’s a terrible idea, yes,” she finally murmured against his thumb.
He stilled, a slow-building grin tilting his lips. His eyes blazing as they flitted from her mouth to her eyes and back again. “Tell me we shouldn’t do this then.” He moved closer, his hand running a line up and down her neck, featherlight, and Amalie found herself arching into his touch, the reaction immediate and natural.
“Tell me,” he coaxed, even though his tightening grip in her hair and his fevered touch screamed the absolute opposite.
“I can’t. Not this time,” she answered, her voice stronger now, which was surprising given the fact that white-hot lust lit her up like the 4th of July.
She slipped her hands around the back of Julian’s neck, finally burying her fingers into his unruly hair, and then Julian’s mouth brushed over hers in the most torturous almost-kiss of her entire life. It was barely a whisper, but it was already hotter than any full-on kiss she’d ever experienced.
“You’re going to ruin me, Amalie.”
Her hand clasped around his wrist, stilling his movements. “Shut up and kiss me already.”
About The Author
Ashley King is a middle school English teacher whose love of the written word began when her mom took her to the public library, letting her check out stacks of books taller than she was. She’s the least athletic person you’ll ever meet, but that doesn’t decrease her love for tennis. She loves swoony romances and is addicted to sweet tea. When she’s not teaching or writing happily ever afters, she can be found snuggled up with a book, travelling, or quoting obscure lines from her favorite movies and tv shows. She lives in a small town in Georgia with her husband, a former college tennis player with crazy amazing calves (yeah most of her male heroes have those calves), and their sweet and chatty spoiled cat, Cleo.