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Check out the first sneak peek of Royal Games by USA Today Bestselling author @tkleigh! “Car trouble?” A voice comes out of nowhere, startling me. I straighten and smack my head into the hood. “Crap,” I hiss out as I rub the sore spot. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you, gorgeous.” If the accent weren’t a dead giveaway regarding the owner of the voice, the nickname confirms it. Stepping back, my eyes lock onto Anderson’s, a sexy smirk on his lips. “What’s wrong with your car?” “It wouldn’t start a few minutes ago. When it finally did, it wouldn’t go over twenty-five miles an hour.” He gestures toward the engine. “Mind if I take a look?” “You know something about cars?” “I can get by.” I step away, allowing him to take a look under my hood. The car’s hood. Not my hood. He bends down, toying with different parts of the engine. My heart rate increases as I watch him check the oil, grease getting on his hands. There’s something oddly erotic about watching a man as handsome as Anderson working on a car, the corded muscles in his forearms straining, his brow creased in confusion. His broad shoulders pull at the fabric of his shirt, and I’m able to make out the defined muscles of his back. When his t-shirt lifts, it reveals a sliver of olive-toned skin. I wonder if he has that little V at his waist all women seem to lose their minds over. In my fantasy, he most certainly does. In my fantasy, I even lick the ridges of that V, all the way to his— “Nothing looks off,” he comments, facing me. I inhale a sharp breath, his sudden movement taking me by surprise. “Is that right?” “That’s right.” His voice oozes with sin as he advances toward me. With each step he takes, I take one in retreat, my heart pounding in my chest. When my back hits the side of a Jeep Wrangler parked a few spots from mine, I pray the owner doesn’t choose this second to need his car. “Nora…,” he exhales, angling closer. I inhale his intoxicating scent, a combination of the ocean and fresh rain. “Yes?” “You…” “Yes?” He draws near, his lips skimming mine. “Need to move.” His words snap me out of my trance. “I need to get into the glove box.” He nods at the Jeep behind me. “That’s my car.” “Oh. R
