Blog Tour: Rules of Engagement by J.T. Geissinger


Today is my stop during the blog tour for Rules of Engagement by J.T. Geissinger! Rules of Engagement, an all-new laugh-out-loud standalone sports romance from J.T. Geissinger, is available now!

Title: Rules of Engagement
Author: J.T. Geissinger
Series: standalone
Genres: sports romance
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Blurb:
Love is a battlefield for a quirky matchmaker and the cocky football star who hires her to find him a wife.

As the owner of Perfect Pairings matchmaking service, Maddie McRae earns her living helping others fall in love. Dubbed the Wedding Whisperer due to her success getting couples down the aisle, the sweet Southern belle knows that the foundation of wedded bliss is built on similarities: opposites might attract, but they donโ€™t stay together.

Which is why sheโ€™s holding out for her own Prince Charming, a perfect gentleman who will arrive one day and sweep her off her feet with his devotion, kindness, and charm.

Enter Mason Spark.

Rude, arrogant, and notoriously allergic to monogamy, the hottest quarterback in the NFL is Maddieโ€™s polar opposite. Heโ€™s also her new client. Her gorgeous, infuriating new client whoโ€™s paying her an outrageous sum of money to find him a wife. With his multi-million dollar contract on the line due to his behavior on and off the field, bad boy Mason is willing to pretend to settle down.

But when he starts to fall for the adorkable matchmaker who canโ€™t stand him, the playboy finds himself in the game of his life to keep something he never thought heโ€™d loseโ€”his heart.

Excerpt

He jerks his thumb at his mansion. โ€œDonโ€™t you want a tour?โ€
โ€œOf Hearst Castle? No, thanks.โ€
His expression tells me how incomprehensible that is. โ€œEveryone always wants a tour. Always.โ€
โ€œI mean, itโ€™s a very nice place, Iโ€™m sure.โ€
Now he looks insulted. He turns to stare at the house, then turns back to me. โ€œNice?โ€
โ€œPlease donโ€™t take it personally. Iโ€™m not trying to start World War III here. A house like that just isnโ€™t my thing.โ€
โ€œYour thing?โ€
โ€œWill you stop repeating everything I say?โ€
โ€œItโ€™s just that Iโ€™m having trouble with the fact that you donโ€™t like my house. Everybody likes it. Everybody. Especially women.โ€
I sign in exasperation. โ€œOh, for goodnessโ€™ sake, Mason, I could give a flying fig what everyone else thinks. Iโ€™ll take my cozy little cottage over this place any day.โ€
โ€œBut why?โ€
I fold my arms across my chest and turn my torso toward him. โ€œWhy are you so upset that I donโ€™t like it when you donโ€™t like it, either?โ€
He shouts, โ€œI never said I didnโ€™t like it!โ€
โ€œYou didnโ€™t have to. The closer we got to it, the more you constipated you looked.โ€
โ€œThatโ€™s just my face!โ€
โ€œBaloney. You hate your house. Admit it.โ€
Wild-eyed and wound up, he stares at me for a long, silent moment. Then he exhales in a huge gust and drops his head into his hands.
He says miserably, โ€œI totally hate it. Itโ€™s awful, isnโ€™t it?โ€
I pat his shoulder. โ€œItโ€™s beautiful, elegant, and absolutely ridiculous. Have you thought about asking the state legislature if they need new headquarters?โ€
He moans into his hands. โ€œI donโ€™t even have any furniture except a bed. You should hear how bad it echoes in there. And everything is marble, so itโ€™s always freezing cold. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and think Iโ€™m sleeping in a mausoleum!โ€
I canโ€™t help myself. I start laughing again.
He lifts his head and glares at me. โ€œItโ€™s not funny!โ€
โ€œItโ€™s so funny I canโ€™t stand it.โ€
โ€œDo you have any idea what I paid for this place?โ€
โ€œYour gargantuan mausoleum?โ€ I squint at it through the window. โ€œI dunno. Bazillions?โ€
โ€œExactly! Bazillions!โ€
โ€œIโ€™m no financial whiz, Sparky, but I think they saw you coming.โ€
When he groans and drops his head against the headrest, closing his eyes, I try to reassure him. โ€œIโ€™m sure thereโ€™s some oil baron with twelve ex-wives and a hundred kids whoโ€™d love to move into it. With all the members of his country club. And their housekeeping staff.โ€
Mason opens his eyes and glares at me.
I try to stifle another laugh, but fail. โ€œAnd the entire population of Portugal.โ€
โ€œHa ha.โ€
โ€œOh, lighten up. Itโ€™s not like you canโ€™t sell it.โ€
Sounding panicked, he says, โ€œBut where would I live?โ€
โ€œYou say that like there are zero options between here and a cardboard box.โ€
โ€œName one.โ€
โ€œThereโ€™s a house for sale at the end of my block.โ€
That astonishes him so much it leaves him speechless.
โ€œYouโ€™re right,โ€ I say solemnly. โ€œItโ€™s only a three-bedroom. Thereโ€™s not enough space for both you and your ego.โ€
He looks away. โ€œIโ€™m just surprised youโ€™d want me living on the same street as you.โ€
โ€œAre you kidding? Imagine how much fun we could have screaming obscenities at each other over the backyard fences. The neighbors would love it.โ€
When he glances back at me and sees me smiling, he smiles, too. โ€œYeah, especially when they hear your PG version of cursing. โ€˜Dingwaddleโ€™ this and โ€˜flying figโ€™ that. They wonโ€™t even know what language weโ€™re speaking.โ€
We smile at each other so long it starts to get uncomfortable. I look away, patting my hair to make sure no stray strands have escaped from my bun.
After a rough throat clearing, Mason says, โ€œI guess Iโ€™ll go in, then.โ€
โ€œOkay. Goodnight. And thanks again for dinner. I love that place.โ€
When he doesnโ€™t respond, I glance over at him. Heโ€™s staring back at me with the same warm look that flustered me at the restaurant. โ€œYouโ€™re welcome, Pink. Anytime.โ€
โ€œSo Iโ€™ll send you all the information on Stephanie as soon as I vet her file. Okay?โ€
โ€œSure. Looking forward to it.โ€
An awkward silence follows. Finally, Mason breaks it by saying, โ€œSweet dreams.โ€ He opens the door and starts to get out.
โ€œWait.โ€
He turns to me, his hand on the door and a question in his eyes.
โ€œI, um, I need to say something.โ€
He groans. โ€œYouโ€™re killing me, you know that?โ€
โ€œNo, this isnโ€™t anything about you. You havenโ€™t done anything wrong. This is about me.โ€
Eyes alight, he settles back into his seat. โ€œThis should be interesting.โ€
I search his face before I speak, because I want to be sure I donโ€™t miss any change in his expression. โ€œIโ€™m sorry for teasing you about your ego. Itโ€™s not nice. And I donโ€™t want you to think that I think thereโ€™s anything wrong with you, because I donโ€™t.โ€
His face goes through several different emotions before it settles on something I canโ€™t identify. Itโ€™s part pain and part pleasure, with a whole lot of ambivalence thrown in.
He says softly, โ€œI know you donโ€™t think thereโ€™s anything wrong with me. Which is what makes me assume your parents mustโ€™ve dropped you on your head a lot when you were a baby.โ€
โ€œOh, for crying out loud. Iโ€™m trying to apologize here!โ€
He grins. โ€œYou did. I heard you. And you donโ€™t have to do it again, because I like it when you give me shit.โ€
When I quirk my lips, he amends quickly, โ€œThe business. I meant I like it when you give me the business. Nobody else mouths off to me the way you do.โ€
โ€œGood to know,โ€ I say, smiling. โ€œNow that I know you like it, the gloves will come off, pal, so you better watch out.โ€
โ€œI can hardly wait.โ€
We sit there grinning at each other, until Mason says, โ€œGet outta here. Iโ€™ll talk to you next week.โ€
โ€œAye-aye, Captain.โ€
Then it all falls apart in slow motion.
I donโ€™t know what makes me do it. I honestly donโ€™t. One minute weโ€™re smiling and saying goodbye, the next minute Iโ€™m impulsively leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Only heโ€™s turning his head, so my target moves.
Where his cheek was supposed to be, suddenly his lips are there instead.
His warm, soft, beautiful lips, which part when they meet mine.

About the Author:
J.T. Geissinger is a bestselling author of emotionally charged romance and womenโ€™s fiction. Ranging from funny, feisty rom coms to intense, edgy suspense, her books have sold more than one million copies and been translated into several languages.

She is the recipient of the Prism Award for Best First Book, the Golden Quill Award for Best Paranormal/Urban Fantasy, and is a two-time finalist for the RITAยฎ Award from the Romance Writers of Americaยฎ. She has also been a finalist in the Booksellersโ€™ Best, National Readersโ€™ Choice, and Daphne du Maurier Awards.

Her first novel was published in 2012. Since then sheโ€™s written eighteen more novels. When sheโ€™s not writing, sheโ€™s reading, drinking wine, surfing the internet, and daydreaming about all the things sheโ€™s going to be when she grows up. She lives near the beach in Los Angeles with her husband and deaf/demented rescue kitty, Ginger.

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