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Download Tempting the Player (Gamble Brothers #2) by J. Lynn, Jennifer L. Armentrout [M.J] [REQ].epub torrent from books category on. Tempting the Player (A Gamble Brothers Novel) by J. Lynn. Chad Gamble, all- star pitcher for the Nationals, is one of the best players on—and off—the field. Copyright (c) by Jennifer L. Armentrout. Right across from her name, separated by a few innocent dots and written in crimson ink, was the name of the best man: Chase Gamble. Well, she was the maid of honor, and any of the other Gamble brothers would've been fine as best man.


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Armentrout Jennifer L (J. Lynn) - [Gamble Brothers 03] - Tempting the Bodyguard [Entangled - dokument [*.epub] He can protect her from everyone except himself. Alana Gore And so was their pro baseball player brother, Chad. Despite the. The Unleashing - Shelly myavr.info KB .. J. Lynn. Tempting the Player (#2), Part 1 of 2. J. Lynn. Tempting the Player (#2), Part 2 of 2. 3: Wait for You - Lynn myavr.info KB. Trust in Me - J myavr.info KB. Be with Me - J myavr.info KB. The Proposal - J myavr.info KB. Like Show.

Armentrout Jennifer L J. Alana Gore is in danger. A take-no-prisoners publicist, her way with people has made her more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker is an entirely different matter.

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She needs a bodyguard, and the only man she can ask is not only ridiculously hot, but reputed to have taste for women that goes beyond adventurous. Chandler Gamble has one rule: don't protect anyone you want to screw. But with Alana, he's caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. On one hand, Alana needs his help. On the other, Chandler wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she's at his complete mercy.

She needs protection. He needs satisfaction.

And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose,,, Tempting the a Gamble Brothers novel J. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. Copyright c by Jennifer L. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. For more information on our titles, visit www.

Chapter One Spread across the recently polished coffee table, twenty letters were open and faceup. The faint smell of lemon lingered in the air, a scent that reminded Alana Gore of her grandmother's house. Granny Gore had been obsessed with Pine-Sol like it was a geriatric version of crack cocaine.

Everything, including the hardwood floors, had been doused in the stuff. As a small child, Alana had spent many of her afternoons after school using the hallway downstairs in the quiet home as a Slip'N Slide. Granny had always kept everything neat and clean, to the point that it was borderline disturbing, which explained why Alana, as an adult, couldn't stand things to be displaced or messy.

Everything had to be in order and have a purpose. And what was resting on her coffee table definitely was not a part of the plan-of any plan. Alana took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Cursing was unladylike, and while Alana strived to maintain a sensible, responsible image, in private, she cursed like a street thug in the middle of a drug deal gone baaaad.

A habit she'd picked up in high school and hadn't been able to break since.

She leaned forward and picked up the most recent letter, the one that had arrived in the mail today-the one she had been dreading since February. After working to repair the notorious reputation-which she had done so spectacularly, like always-of Chad Gamble, all-star pitcher for the Nationals, she'd decided to stay in Washington, D. There was something about the nation's capital that had drawn her in, and she really hadn't put roots down in L. All she had there was a small condo, and besides, she'd wanted out of the city for other reasons.

Like the letters lying on her table. In her mind, moving to D. Someone who was absolutely psychotic. And, well, that was problematic. Smoothing the stray hairs at her temples, she cursed again. A nice, juicy little F-bomb. Her hands were not shaking. She was fine. They were just stupid letters from someone who was obviously on the deranged side of things. Letters couldn't hurt people. But these letters,,, Alana picked up the newest one, her lips compressing into a tight, tense line that would surely give her premature wrinkles.

A shudder worked its way down her spine as she read the letter for the tenth time. This letter wasn't much different than the nineteen that had come before it. All had been annoying and slightly disturbing, but nothing major, because after all, she'd made more enemies than friends over the last couple of years.

But this one terrified her.

Made her feel overexposed and paranoid, as if someone were stalking her. The envelope the letter had come in was white and this time, unlike all the other times, it was postmarked from Arlington, Virginia.

Before, they'd come from the San Fernando Valley, California. The letter itself was plain, cheap printer stock. Thin and without any embellishments. Didn't she deserve at least card stock and some elegant flowery border? She snorted, but the humor was short-lived. The words on the paper weren't funny.

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher. To those who believe,,, Chapter One The ivory invitation with its elegant calligraphy and lacy embellishments felt more like a humiliation time bomb just waiting to blow up in Madison Daniels's face than a beautiful wedding announcement. Man, did she have a problem.

Mitch, her big brother by three years-her only brother-was actually getting married this weekend. She was totally happy for him.

Thrilled, even. His fiancee, Lissa, was a great gal, and they'd become quick friends. Lissa would never do her brother wrong. A Hallmark movie could be based on the two.

Met freshman year at University of Maryland, fell madly in love, got great corporate jobs straight out of college, and the rest was history. No, Mitch and Lissa weren't the problem. And a wedding held deep in Northern Virginia's vineyards definitely wasn't the problem. In fact, she'd take an asteroid with "Earth's My Bitch" emblazoned on it and headed her way over this.

Her gaze dropped to the invitation, down to the list of attending bridesmaids and groomsmen, and winced. She blew out a slow breath, stirring the long strands of brown hair that had escaped her messy twist. Right across from her name, separated by a few innocent dots and written in crimson ink, was the name of the best man: Chase Gamble.

God hates me. That was it. Well, she was the maid of honor, and any of the other Gamble brothers would've been fine as best man. But oh no, it had to be Chase Gamble. He was her older brother's best friend, confidante, homie, whatever-and otherwise known as the bane of Madison's existence. Her assistant was a study in how a fashion disaster on some people could work for others. Today, Bridget wore a fuchsia pencil skirt paired with a purple peasant shirt sporting large polka dots.

A black scarf and leather boots completed the look. Mysteriously, she actually looked good in what should have been a clown's costume. Bridget was bold. Madison sighed.

She could use a little bold right now. At least then you'd be having wild monkey sex instead of lusting after your brother's best friend during the whole wedding. A man who's already rejected you once, might I add.

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She was crafty like that. All she could see was the steel and cement of the museum next to her building-the Smithsonian, which always made her chest swell with pride. She'd worked hard to become one of the privileged few who got to work for this amazing cultural institution. Bridget leaned down into Madison's face and caught her attention again.

You may have a secret, undying love for Chase Gamble, but if he hasn't recognized your awesomeness by now the man is clearly mental and so not worth this angst. Disappointing, but I can deal. And I can even forgive him for changing his mind the one time we almost hooked up. Well, sort of. Teasing me in front of my family, treating me like a kid sister, when all I want to do is shake him,,,and get him naked.

She was trying to add the voice of reason to what was going to be the worst weekend of Madison's life. Dropping the invitation on her desk, she leaned back in her chair and sighed, idly contemplating calling the history department.

Mysteriously, she actually looked good in what should have been a clown's costume. Bridget was bold. Madison sighed. She could use a little bold right now. At least then you'd be having wild monkey sex instead of lusting after your brother's best friend during the whole wedding.

A man who's already rejected you once, might I add. She was crafty like that. All she could see was the steel and cement of the museum next to her building-the Smithsonian, which always made her chest swell with pride.

She'd worked hard to become one of the privileged few who got to work for this amazing cultural institution. Bridget leaned down into Madison's face and caught her attention again. You may have a secret, undying love for Chase Gamble, but if he hasn't recognized your awesomeness by now the man is clearly mental and so not worth this angst.

Disappointing, but I can deal. And I can even forgive him for changing his mind the one time we almost hooked up. Well, sort of. Teasing me in front of my family, treating me like a kid sister, when all I want to do is shake him,,,and get him naked.

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She was trying to add the voice of reason to what was going to be the worst weekend of Madison's life. Dropping the invitation on her desk, she leaned back in her chair and sighed, idly contemplating calling the history department.

Ever since she could remember, there was Chase. Always Chase. They'd grown up on the same block in the suburbs of DC. Her brother and Chase had been inseparable since, well, forever.

Which meant, being the baby of the family, Madison had nothing better to do as a kid than follow behind Mitch and his friends. She'd idolized Chase. It was hard not to with his masculine beauty, easy candor, and downright illegal dimples. As a boy and into adulthood, Chase had a fierce protective streak that could make a girl's heart do a little flutter in her chest.

He was the type of guy who would rip off his shirt in the middle of Snowmageddon and give it to a homeless person on the street, but there'd always been this raw, dangerous edge to him. Chase wasn't the kind of guy anyone messed with. Once in high school, a boy had gotten a little too frisky with her in his car parked outside her parents' house, and Chase had just been leaving when he'd heard her muffled protests as a hand went somewhere she didn't want. After that run-in, the guy didn't walk right for several weeks.

And the occurrence pretty much cemented a puppy love that just wouldn't die. Everyone and their mother had known she had it bad for Chase throughout high school and the first two years of college.

Christ, it was a well-known theory that wherever Mitch and Chase were, Madison wasn't too far behind. Sad as it was-and it was pathetic-she had attended the University of Maryland because they had.

Everything changed her junior year in college, the night he'd opened his first nightclub. After that,,,she did everything in her power to avoid Chase. Not that it worked or anything. One would think in a city as overpopulated as Washington, DC, she'd be able to avoid the rat bastard, but oh no, the laws of nature were a cruel, unrelenting bitch.

Chase was everywhere. She'd rented one of the smaller apartments on the second floor of the Gallery, and weeks later, he'd bought one of the penthouses on the top floor. Even on family holidays, he and his brothers had seats at her parents' dinner table, since they treated the Gambles like a flock of sons.

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Working out at the gym, he'd be there pumping iron early in the morning while she did her daily pretend-run on the elliptical. And when he got on the treadmill? Oh, wow, who knew calf muscles could be so sexy? It wasn't her fault that she stared and maybe drooled on herself a little. Had maybe fallen off the elliptical a time or two when he'd lifted his shirt, revealing abs that looked like someone stuck paint rollers under his skin for crying out loud, and wiped his brow with the hem.

Who wouldn't be driven to distraction and take a tumble? Hell, if Madison went to the local grocery on the corner, he'd be there, too, feeling up the peaches with his wonderfully long fingers-fingers that no doubt knew how to strum a guitar just as well as they knew how to work a woman into the height of sexual frenzy and then some.

Because she did know-oh, did she ever know how good he was. Of course, half of DC probably knew how good he was with those hands of his by now. She really needed to stop thinking about his fingers, but there was no escaping her childhood crush-the embodiment of every fantasy she'd ever had.

An infatuation she never grew out of and the reason why no other guy lasted longer than a few months, though she'd take that little ditty to the grave. Chase was the Antichrist to her. A really, unbelievably hot Antichrist,,, Suddenly it was way too warm, and she tugged on the edge of her blouse and scowled at the invitation.

It was only four days in the romantic, upscale vineyards. Hundreds of people would be there, and even though she had to deal with Chase during the rehearsal and wedding, she could easily find creative ways to avoid him. But the nervous flutter in the pit of her stomach, the excitement that hummed in her veins, was telling a whole different story, because seriously, how was she going to steer clear of the only man she'd ever loved,,,and wanted to maim?

According to the three missed calls from her mother-who thought Madison had been kidnapped in the big, bad city and was now being held for an ungodly sum of money-the four text messages from her brother wondering if she knew how to navigate the beltway-because apparently little sisters couldn't drive-and the voice mail from her father warning there was a problem with the reservations, she was late for brunch.

Who in the hell still ate brunch? Thrumming her fingers against the steering wheel, she squinted as the late May sun glared off the exit sign. Yep-as she zoomed on by-she'd missed the exit. Damn it.God hates me.

Only the horse won't behave. Who wouldn't be driven to distraction and take a tumble? She'd rented one of the smaller apartments on the second floor of the Gallery, and weeks later, he'd bought one of the penthouses on the top floor. Her brother and Chase had been inseparable since, well, forever. Even worse, a past tragedy has left Virginia with a crippling fear of dragons To save his career, his meddling publicist says he'll have to convince everyone Bridget isn't just his flavor of the week, but his girlfriend.

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