Tuesday, August 25, 2015

Would You Still Love Me the Same? Playing for Her Heart by Megan Erickson Blog Tour

Grant Osprey just had the hottest sex of his life. Sure, they were both in costume, and yes, it was anonymous, but he never expected her to bolt in the middle of the night without so much as a good bye, let alone exchanging numbers. Or names. All he’s left with are her panties and some seriously X-rated memories...until he meets his business partner's little sister.

Only Chloe Talley isn't the bold, sexy vixen he remembers. And she wants nothing to do with him.

Cosplay is Chloe’s only chance to leave her boring, socially awkward world behind. To forget that she’s failing at life and can’t be with anyone, let alone a single-father like Grant. But the raw hunger between them is undeniable. With him, she can be a misbehaving maid. A sexy call girl for hire. Each scene pushes Chloe beyond her strict boundaries, until Grant demands the one character she can't play.


*I received this book in exchange for an honest review. This has in no way influenced my opinions or comments on the book.*

I raved about Megan Erickson in my review for her last book, Focus on Me. I'm a big fan of her In Focus, Mechanics of Love, and Gamers series. I was thrilled for the chance to review Playing for Her Heart (Gamers #2).

Austin and Marley may have been the ones to hook me on the Gamers series, but Chloe and Grant stole my heart in a flurry of geeky cosplay and baked goods. I adored their story so much! I cannot wait until the next Gamers book.

Grant is the typical playboy rascal, with a little extra heart thrown in. I could predict nearly everything he was going to do. But, it didn't stop me from adoring him, or finding his encounters with Chloe super hot.

Narcissistic as it may be, Chloe is totally me in two years. I loved her wit, protectiveness, and badass cooking and coding skills. Her self confidence issues tugged at my heart, but I was thrilled when she decided to focus on moving past them. She was such a fierce and lovely lady, when she let herself be.

Ethan and Sydney were adorable side characters I needed to see more of! Ethan was such a grumpy, wounded bear. I wanted to hug him and let him know he was worth all good things. And sweet baby Sydney. I'd go to her house to bake and watch movies any time!

Like in Erickson's Focus on Me, I was very happy with the emphasis on seeking counseling for mental health issues. Chloe's trauma had happened years ago, but she still needed closure and to talk through her problems. Repeat after me: time doesn't erase all mental problems and emotional wounds. It was great to see that idea again, as a normal part of Erickson's books instead of something reserved for plots specifically focused on mental health.

My favorite aspect of Erickson's books is that I can relate to them so well. Her books speak to my heart. I was sobbing by the end of Playing for Her Heart when Chloe chooses to trust Grant with all of her. It is scary as hell to bare yourself to someone entirely. Especially when you've told yourself your entire life you aren't good enough to be loved. That scene got me so hard it hurt. In that moment, Chloe was me, and every single person who has ever been terrified of being loved for who they are. Not because they're scared of being hurt. But because they think something inside of them will always be less, or undeserving of love. I can't explain how much that meant. It's something I've struggled with my entire life. To see it shown so boldly in Chloe killed me.

I think I've babbled enough in this rave review! Suffice it to say, if you love any type of geekiness, love stories, or struggle with self acceptance, this is a book you NEED to buy. I promise you'll love it and be begging for more.

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He peered through the peephole. Chloe was standing on the front porch, large sunglasses over her eyes—even though it was nighttime—and wearing a belted trench coat.

When he opened the door, he gazed down to her bare legs and sky-high black heels.

“Mr. Osprey?” she asked, her lips a bright cherry red.

He leaned on the door and raised an eyebrow. “Yes.”

Her pink tongue slipped out, wetting her bottom lip.

“My handler said you have hired my services for the night. I only accept cash.”

He nearly swallowed his tongue. So she wanted to play some Pretty Woman role, huh? He went from kinda hard to full mast.

“We agreed on two grand and I get you until two in the morning.” He deliberately leered. “All of you. Every inch of you. However I want you. Suit you, Princess?”

The lapels of her trench coat quivered. “Suits me.”

“Great.” He stepped back and gestured inside. “Come in, please.”

She brushed past him and he smelled strawberries. He shut and locked the door, then turned around to face Chloe.

She’d taken her sunglasses off and her hands were on her untied belt. In one practiced move, she flung open the edges of the coat and rolled her shoulders so the khaki material fluttered to the ground at her feet.

Grant had to shoot out a hand to brace himself on the wall because he suddenly had vertigo.The physical parts of Chloe he loved the most were encased in lavender lace—a bra that didn’t cover much, because he could see her hardened nipples poking through.

Her thong didn’t cover much except for a small triangle scrap, hiding her pussy—which he knew she shaved bare—from his view.

Jesus, all that skin, that delicious lace, all for him.

She watched him with those green eyes, a sexy smirk to her mouth. She slowly twisted, so that her ankles were crossed, and showed him her back, she looked at him through her lashes over her shoulder. Only a string ran along the top of her ass and between her crease.

He was hard in his jeans, ridiculously so, and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Hadn’t yet taken that mouth or plunged his fingers in that tight heat. He was going to do all of that and then some.

He stepped toward her. “Hands on the wall. Ass out.”

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Megan worked as a journalist covering real-life dramas before she decided she liked writing her own endings better and switched to fiction.

She lives in Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. When she's not tapping away on her laptop, she's probably listening to the characters in her head who won't stop talking.

Thank you to the lovely people at Tasty Book Tours for arranging this tour and letting me be a part of it. You guys rock!

Happy Reading,


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