The Reading Spot Blog: Living with Doubt by Riann C. Miller

Thursday, April 6, 2017

Living with Doubt by Riann C. Miller

Title: Living with Doubt (The Regret Series Book 2)

Author: Riann C. Miller

Release Date: April 24th 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer: Jersey Girl & Co. Design

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She’s hiding from everyone…

I don’t need a happily ever after filled with fake promises, animosity and eventually a divorce to be content. I’m living the dream…my dream, regardless of what anyone thinks of me. My meager life was perfect until a cocky football player wormed his way into my existence.

Once upon a time, I played an unconscious role in my own life, a mistake I have no plans of repeating. I pride myself with my outspoken and frequently excessive nature. It’s the consistent reminder of the person I refuse to become ever again.

He’s the ultimate playboy…

Life is perfect. I’ve lived and breathed football since I was a kid, and now I’m making millions playing in the NFL. I keep women around for one reason, but never the same one. The only attachments I need are family and friends but life has a bizarre way of proving a person wrong. When a concussion leaves my best-friend’s life spinning out of control, the last thing I expected was to meet an outrageous woman who leaves me begging for more.

She lives in New York.
I live in Arizona.

She promised me one night, but I discovered that’s not enough. Now, I need to figure out if I’m a pro off the field because I’m about to play the biggest game of my life.

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Living with Doubt (The Regret Series Book 2)

“You want to tell me why you’re here?” She tilts her head back, gracing me with the view of those beautiful blue eyes.

My lips quirk up into a smile. “I told you already. My dick misses you. I tried to tell him you aren’t interested in a repeat, but he wasn’t convinced.”

“You’re seriously talking about your dick as though it’s a person? I thought only horny teenagers did shit like that?” She raises an eyebrow before pushing herself off my lap.

“What can I say, around you that’s exactly how I feel.” I might be smirking, but I’m not joking. All I have to do is think about her and I’m rock hard. “I’ve already agreed to be your dirty little secret, so what’s the big deal? I’m going to be in town for…a few more days. A week or so tops, so I don’t really see what the problem is.”

Her eyes dart around the room before finally stopping on me. “I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“Why not?” I counter. “We’ve already been together, and it’s not like I’m asking you to skip work or even fucking date me.” I attempt to keep the frustration out of my voice, but this woman is starting to drive me crazy.

“Look, it’s not you, it’s me—” She stops talking when I fall back onto her bed in laughter. I end up laughing so hard I have to wipe my eyes.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve had to say that? Shit, the irony here is classic.”

“I’m serious, Girard.”

“So am I, Davis.” I hate it when she calls me Girard. I want to be more than just a football player in her eyes.

“You’re just not my type,” she adds in a lame attempt to prove some point about us not being together.

“I’m not asking to marry you, Davis. I just want to fuck your brains out for a few days before I fly back to my side of the country.”

She chews on her bottom lip, and it appears she’s thinking over my request.

I’m thirty years old, and I’ve only had one monogamous relationship, one that failed miserably, but right now, I’m willing to do or say anything to see if whatever the fuck this is I’m feeling will pass. If not, I might head back west just as fucked up as I did when things ended with Alicia, because I want Lacey a hell of a lot more—or at least it feels that way.

“You’re really leaving in the next week?”

“Yes,” I answer, knowing she’s confirming I won’t be around long enough for her to become attached. Well, tough fucking luck. There’s a strong possibility I’m already attached to her, which means, I need to figure out if I have what it takes to woo a woman. Although, Lacey strikes me as someone who could easily get pissed off by my attempts to make her fall for me.

“Relax, Davis.” I smirk, knowing she hates to be told that. “And let me make you feel good.”

Tension starts to drain from her shoulders as relief from my lie sets in.

“I think it’s time I show you how much I’ve missed you.”

She sighs heavily, pretending to be annoyed with me, but I can tell it’s exactly that. An act.

Because her blue eyes darken with desire as I tug on her arm.

“You really are a narcissistic man,” she says with a scoff, but instead of arguing with her, I pull on the back of her neck and capture her mouth with mine.

Riann C. Miller lives in southeast Kansas and writes steamy contemporary romance stories.

When she’s not reading or writing, she spends time with her friends and family or you might catch her watching a baseball game with a beer in her hand.

Riann who pronounces her name (Ry-an) also preoccupies a lot of her time on social media connecting with readers.