Feature – The Bet by Elizabeth Hayley


THE BET – On sale June 27, 2017

About the book

Jace “the Jet” Benning is a legend on the football field. And off. He has the arm, the charm, and the reputation of being the hottest player in the league.

Too bad Dr. Alessandra Mastrazacoma is not impressed.

With a busy schedule and a bruised heart, Alessandra doesn’t have time to date, but when she is lured into making a friendly bet with her best friend, she finds herself agreeing to go out with the next guy that asks…and to give him three shots, three dates, before pulling the plug.

Jace also has a friendly wager with his friends going, and it involves making sure the slightly klutzy, but very pretty, doctor will be his date to the biggest night in sports. With two wagers and two hearts on the line, will Aly and Jace win or are they betting to lose?

Excerpt
He was close enough that she could smell the faded scent of cologne on his skin, but somehow he still felt too far away. She wondered if he could hear her heart speed up at his sudden change in proximity. “Oh. What did you need to see me for?” she asked. She could hear her voice shake as she spoke, but she was pretty sure Jace wouldn’t notice it. Or if he did, he would just attribute it to her extreme lack of social skills and not to her stomach flipping inside itself.

“I was hoping we could go out sometime.”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. Did this strong, handsome professional football player just ask her out? Her? The person whose makeup drawer consists of not much more than lip gloss and SPF 50 tinted moisturizer? The person who asked if she could take a picture of him holding his balls?

No, she decided. He was certainly, most definitely not asking her out on a date. Mainly because she realized that if he had asked her out, she’d have no choice but to say yes. Damn Lane and her stupid idea.

He’d said he was hoping they could go out sometime. That wasn’t a question. Thank goodness. And if it had been, it certainly wasn’t a question she wanted to say yes to. She could barely be in the same room with this man for more than two minutes without making an ass of herself. There was no way she’d last an entire night.

She needed to get out of there. Fast.

Feeling the urge to flee at any cost, she tried to sidestep him. But his body followed hers and his large hands wrapped around her biceps, holding her in place with a firmness that seemed as sexy as it did entirely inappropriate. “I need to get back to work,” she said to his chest.

He dropped his hands, essentially releasing her from captivity. But she didn’t move her legs. She just lifted her head enough that she could make eye contact with him. For the first time, she noticed how green his eyes were. The color of grass on a rainy spring day. They seemed to pin her in place more than his grasp had. “I need to go.”

“Yet you’re still here,” he said simply as he cocked his head playfully to the side.

She crossed her arms over her chest, a display of power and frustration that she didn’t actually feel.

“Are you going to kiss me again?” he asked, obviously amused.

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” And then, “I need to go.” This time when she stepped past him, he didn’t stop her. Though a part of her wished he had.

“You said that already,” he called.

She didn’t turn around. “But I’m actually leaving this time.”

Just when she felt herself gaining some distance from him, he trotted up next to her, walking beside her at the same quick pace. “Answer my question.”

“You didn’t ask one.”

“Yes, I did.” He was clearly confused. “I asked if you wanted to go out sometime.”

“No. You said you hoped we could go out sometime. That’s a statement. And statements don’t require responses, so I didn’t give one.”

“You’re very literal.”

Alessandra didn’t reply.

“Oh, okay. I get it now. I have to phrase things as questions if I want you to talk to me.” He thought for a moment. “Has anyone ever told you you’re very literal?”

She stared ahead as she walked. “Yes. You just did. And you really do need to go. You can’t come into patients’ rooms with me.” That was her out. He would realize that he couldn’t follow her around all day, and he’d leave. Her first stop was only two doors down, but the ten feet or so seemed like miles.

Especially when Jace spoke again. “Even though you drive me completely insane, you’re beautiful and smart and intriguing in a way that somehow makes me want to kiss you and kill you at the same time.”

Despite her intense need to get away, his words halted her movement, and her eyes were on him again, admiring the way his perfectly pink lips moved delicately as he spoke.

“And now that I have your attention again, Dr. Coma,” he said, flashing her that bright smile again, “will you go out with me?”

Dammit.

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About the author
Elizabeth Hayley is actually “Elizabeth” and “Hayley,” two friends who love reading romance novels to obsessive levels. This mutual love prompted them to put their English degrees to good use by penning their own. The product is Pieces of Perfect, their debut novel. They learned a ton about one another through the process, like how they clearly share a brain and have a persistent need to text each other constantly (much to their husbands’ chagrin).

They live with their husbands and kids in a Philadelphia suburb. Thankfully, their children are still too young to read.

Elizabeth Hayley’s writing motto is best captured by the words of Patrick Dennis: “I always start with a clean piece of paper and a dirty mind.”

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