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PLAYING TO WIN

20 February 2018

 

"Brooks Adams is unlike any hero I have written." - Laura Carter

 

A high-intensity personal trainer
The secret to Brooks’ success as a Manhattan gym owner? Being motivated to disprove everyone who doubted him long ago. He’s not about to let a perky newcomer like Izzy tarnish his reputation. Even if watching her lead a salsa class on his premises is fuel for some very unprofessional fantasies . . .

 

His beautiful British rival
Every time Izzy slams Brooks in her fitness blog, her book sales soar. But when their escalating media feud forces them to be up-close-and-personal for two weeks, she realizes there’s much more to Brooks than that incredible body.

 

And a competition that’s got their hearts racing…
Soon Izzy and Brooks are finding all kinds of creative ways to work up a sweat. A passionate workout is easy, but can their rivalry give way to a lasting partnership?

 

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Author note: This is one of my favourite scenes from Playing to Win. At this point in the book, the public has challenged Manhattan 'trainer to the stars', Brooks Adams, and British health and fitness 'it' girl, Izzy Coulthard, to trial each other's fitness methods. This is one heck of a feisty two week competition. As Brooks forces Izzy to let go, eat meat and lift weights, Izzy forces Brooks to drink kale smoothies and dance for fitness. This extract is one of the days Brooks is required to dance...and boy he does not want to look like a tit! I hope you enjoy! Love, LC xx

 

BROOKS          

 

       Studio A is becoming the bane of my existence. The cage to my performing zoo animal. Today, our audience has grown to four reporters. The two new additions are “important bloggers in the fitness circle,” to quote Madge.

        Izzy has put one of her YouTube classes on the big screen in the room and she’s standing to one side, her arms folded across her chest, her back pressed to the mirrored wall, one foot casually resting against glass, distracting me because the glass was just cleaned this morning. No doubt she’s put no thought into who will have to fix her smear marks. I decide to choose my battles and this is a small one that wouldn’t give satisfaction worth the effort.

        Instead, I focus on Izzy on the big screen; there’s a smile on her face as she dances. She looks happy, an infectious kind of happy that makes me want to smile too. Thing is, I can’t because I’m too damn frustrated trying to get my feet to do what I know in my head they should be doing.

        “Just keep moving,” Izzy tells me.

        So, yeah, I end up doing some kind of Chandler Bing dance that isn’t even in time to the music, all in a bid to work up a sweat.

        Laughter bursts from Izzy first, followed by the reporters. They’re laughing at me because I do not find this funny in the slightest.

        “That’s it. I’m done. This is ridiculous!”

        Izzy comes to me in the middle of the room. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I think it’s your stiff hips.”         

        She drops her hands to my waist and turns me to face her. I try to ignore the warmth of her hand on me. “You need to get more rotation here when you’re doing Latin dances. It will help you keep your rhythm and it will stop you from looking like such a tit.”

        I scowl down at her and see her amusement in her shining irises.

       “Put your hands on my hips.” I do and she starts to salsa, her hip bones rotating under my palm. “Can you feel that movement?”

        Yeah, in my groin. She shifts position so she’s in front of me, her back pressed to my chest, her head against my shoulder. She takes my hands again and places them on her hips. I feel every movement through her yoga pants as if she’s wearing nothing.

        “Let’s do it together. Ready? Forward on the right. One, two, three, pause. One, two, three, pause.”

        I move with her, my hips pressed to her ass, her shoulders moving over my chest, her scent filling my nose, her hair tickling my neck.

        “That’s it. You’ve got it.” Her hands come up to meet mine on her hips and she interlaces her fingers through mine as we dance. “Let’s take it to the side on the next count. One, two… That’s it.”

         I’m lost in her. The roll of her hips. The feel of her soft skin; a contrast to my harsh, weight-lifting hands. We move easier, more freely. When she turns to face me, I keep my feet moving as she taught me and drown in her gaze, as if plunged into serene, warm waters, floating weightlessly through a new world.

       When the track ends, we’re brought back abruptly to reality. A camera flash makes her squint and I remember the reporters in the room.

          Clearing my throat, I tell her, “I think I’ve got it.”

      She wipes imaginary dust from her leggings. Flustered? “Right. Yep. I’ll just be… you know…over there.…” She waves a hand through the air in no particular direction, then sets off for the right side of the room and turns, switching to the left side with a nervous giggle, definitely flustered.

        Well, fuck me. Dancing can be hotter than screwing. I really am feeling hot and sweaty now.

 

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