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He's the hottest new rockstar on the scene.
I was once engaged to his brother.
Can he convince me he's worth the risk?

Asher York.
Talented musician.
The voice of an angel.
The body of an Adonis.
And the man I happened to have a one-night stand with in Vegas.

No big deal, right? What happens in Vegas... Well, you know how the saying goes.

Did I mention I was once engaged to Asher's brother?

I walked away, hoping my momentary lack of judgment would stay in the past.

I should have known it wouldn't. Not with my luck.

Now Asher York is back in my life, and that flame I hoped would flicker and die still burns brightly.

But can I put my heart on the line, knowing this man has the power to obliterate it?
Can I allow myself to come between two brothers?

There's only one way to find out.

Let the games begin...

Content Warning Adoption Forced pregnancy Disappearance of a loved one

Praise for Dangerous Games

"A captivating storyline from page one, touches of nail-bitting suspense, all the delicious angst, and all the feels. And let's not forget the amazing hero that is Asher York. My little bookworm heart never stood a chance!" - Goodreads Reviewer

"If you're a fan of forbidden romance and enduring chest pains from the sheer weight of the angst, this is the book for you." - Jeeves Reads Romance

"Forbidden romance? Check. Second chance romance? Check. Brothers? Check. T.K. Leigh destroying my heart? Double check." - Goodreads Reviewer

"The author delivered a well-built love story and characters with real depth." - Goodreads Reviewer

"So many angsty, jaw-dropping stars for this book!" - Red Hatter Book Blog

"Between the passion and angst, this book hit it out of the park for me!" - Goodreads Reviewer

"The writing is incredible and unfolds at a nice steady pace with explosive twists that overtake your mind and hit all your senses." - Goodreads Reviewer

"Well Asher York may have just stolen the show for me in this series!!" - Goodreads Reviewer

"I will never look at an Origami Dove or think of a Boomerang the same after reading this one." - Goodreads Reviewer

"All. The. Stars. There are no words to describe all of what I'm feeling after finishing Dangerous Games. It was AMAZING. INCREDIBLE. UNPUTDOWNABLE!" - Goodreads Reviewer


The lake house is almost as I remember it, despite the passing of nearly a decade. The living room just off the foyer still exudes a rustic chic vibe, a mixture of modern furnishings and wood accents filling the space. I inhale, able to make out the faint aroma of a fire crackling in the fireplace in the great room toward the back of the spacious house.

As I look around, I feel like I’ve been here before. Not just in the physical sense, but also in an emotional way. The nervous energy filling me is reminiscent of the way I felt the first time Jessie brought me here to meet his family. It was the same day I realized the hot lead singer of the band I’d been following was also Jessie’s older brother.

Sensing my nerves, Jessie grabs my hand, squeezing. I bring my gaze to his, offering him a grateful smile.
“It’s about time you got here,” a deep voice rumbles.

I stiffen, my breath catching as I fling my eyes toward the kitchen, my pulse skyrocketing, skin on fire. It’s official. I didn’t give this plan the care and consideration it deserved. I should have taken a page out of Evie’s book and made a list of pros and cons.

Pros — Money. Paying my bills. Not ending up homeless.

Cons — Asher York. Sleeping with Asher York. The fact I was once engaged to Asher York’s brother.

Yup. The cons win.

Panic setting in, I search for an escape route that won’t draw any attention. But it’s too late. The second I stepped into the SUV with Jessie it was too late.

“You’re usually the one who’s on time. What held you…”

As Asher rounds the corner into the living room and our gazes meet for the first time in over a year, he trails off, coming to a stop. His jaw drops, eyes blinking repeatedly, as if unsure he’s seeing correctly. When his stare focuses on my hand joined in Jessie’s, I quickly step away, lowering my head.

“Up,” he finishes, doing his best to pretend this isn’t an awkward encounter. But it is. There’s no way this wouldn’t be. I’m standing in a room with two men I’ve slept with. Two brothers.

“Sorry, man,” Jessie says. I push down the thought of Asher and Jessie comparing war stories. “Traffic leaving the city was rough. And this one has a bladder the size of a pea.” He hooks a thumb at me. “Pretty sure we stopped at every rest stop between the airport and here.”

I slowly lift my eyes, meeting Asher’s gaze once more. I haven’t been this close to him since I kissed him goodbye in Vegas after we agreed we had no choice but to go our separate ways. And dammit, he looks even better than he did then. His dark hair is a little shorter, but still falls almost to his chin, a sexy, disheveled look to it. A bit of scruff covers his jawline, and I squeeze my legs together at the memory of it scraping along my thighs. His muscles pull at his V-neck t-shirt, his jeans falling sinfully from his hips. I could be wrong, but I think he has a few more tattoos than he did last year, the ink covering his left arm now a full sleeve.

Remembering where I am and who I’m with, I clear my throat, putting a stop to my mental undressing. “Asher, it’s good to see you.” I thrust my hand out, doing my best to prevent it from trembling as I wait for him to shake it. “Congratulations on all your success.”

“A handshake, Iz?” Jessie comments. “You guys used to be practically inseparable. I thought you’d be thrilled to see each other again.” He looks at Asher. “Thought you’d like this little surprise.”

“I’m certainly surprised. I don’t think I’d be more surprised if Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy all walked in together.” Eyes still trained on me, he arches a single brow, silently asking if I’m okay with a hug.

I nod, my motion subtle. As apprehensive as I am about feeling Asher’s body against mine once more, especially in Jessie’s presence, I need to act as normal as possible.

His gaze not straying from mine, Asher steps toward me. The instant he encloses me in his strong embrace, I exhale my held breath. His touch is hesitant, like that first dance with a member of the opposite sex during middle school. Awkward. Stilted. Forced.

But as I melt into him, my own arms wrapping around his body, which feels even more muscular than it was a year ago, he relaxes, pulling me tighter against him. I close my eyes, resting my head against his chest, wishing I could stay in this place, in this moment, in this bubble, the rhythm of his racing heart soothing me in a cloak of familiarity.

“Good to see you again, Iz.” Asher’s words vibrate through me, followed by the sensation of his lips against my temple. It’s a simple kiss, one shared so often between friends. But nothing between Asher and me has ever been simple. I try to ignore it, but even a slight brushing of his skin against mine causes a rush of need to fill me. It takes every ounce of resolve I possess to peel myself from him and return to Jessie’s side.

“You, too, Ash.” I fight against the tears threatening to fall down my cheeks. I’d give anything to return to Asher’s arms. To live there. To die there. “Really good.” Too good.

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