Play With Me by Anna Katmore

A girl starts playing soccer to get the boy she loves to notice her - but who she really gets is the team captain.

Play with me

Ryan Hunter’s parties are legend. And tonight she’s going to be there.

Lisa Matthews has been waiting for her best friend to return from soccer camp for half the summer. They’re meant to be together forever, she just knows it. But when Tony is finally back in town his mind is focused on that new girl in his co-ed soccer team.

Not ready to give up her true love, Lisa makes a reckless decision: She needs to get on the team, too!

The tryouts are hell, the first match ends bloody, and the morning after the selection party she wakes up in the worst place possible—in the arms of the team captain. The hottest guy in school. Ryan Hunter.

Genre: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Romance / General

Secondary Genre: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Romance / Contemporary

Language: English

Keywords: soccer, sports, romance, teen, young adult, first love, best friend

Word Count: 33000

Sales info:

The book was a #1 Amazon bestseller.

70,000 copies sold.
 


Sample text:

My gaze swept up to his neck and the part of his face not covered with his arm. A lean jaw and a perfect, straight nose. He sported an overnight shadow that begged to be rubbed. I resisted. Under his left ear was an old scar, about an inch long. One would never notice unless close to him, like I was now.

Suddenly his lips twitched.

“I can feel you staring at me,” he said in the softest wake-up voice I’d ever heard. “I only hope you’re a girl and not one of the drunken guys.”

My breath caught in my chest. I jerked my hand back from him. Not taking his arm away from his face yet, he reached down with his other hand and slowly ran his palm over my naked thigh in the direction of my butt.

“Yep, definitely female,” he purred.

In panic, I held his hand in place. “Move another inch, Hunter, and you’re a dead man.”

“Matthews?” Surprised amusement filled his chuckle. Unlike me, he seemed relaxed enough.

A strange heat rose from my gut to my head as I studied his hand on my bare skin. Wearing nothing but jeans and a black wristwatch, he looked more like a guy from the many posters on the walls of Simone Simpkins’ bedroom than the boy I knew from school.

I felt awkward for not letting go of his hand on my leg, but I was too scared he’d continue the path he’d started if I did.

“Tell me, Matthews,” he said as he dropped his arm to the pillow and tilted his head to study me with warm eyes. “Why do I have you in my bed, when I’m not allowed to touch you?”


Book translation status:

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French
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German
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Greek
Already translated. Translated by Maria Niarchakou
Italian
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Portuguese
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Russian
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