Title: Game of Love
Author: Ara Grigorian
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Day: May 4TH

Game of Love is
set in the high-stakes world of professional tennis where fortune and fame can
be decided by a single point.
Gemma Lennon has spent nearly all of her 21 years focused on one thing: Winning a Grand Slam. After a disastrous and very public scandal and subsequent loss at the Australian Open, Gemma is now laser-focused on winning the French Open. Nothing and no one will derail her shot at winning - until a heated chance encounter with brilliant and sexy Andre Reyes threatens to throw her off her game.
Breaking her own rules, Gemma begins a whirlwind romance with Andre who shows her that love and a life off the court might be the real prize. With him, she learns to trust and love… at precisely the worst time in her career. The pressure from her home country, fans, and even the Prime Minister to be the first British woman to win in nearly four decades weighs heavily.
As Wimbledon begins, fabricated and sensationalized news about them spreads, fueling the paparazzi, and hurting her performance. Now, she must reconsider everything, because in the high-stakes game of love, anyone can be the enemy within… even lovers and even friends.
In the Game of Love, winner takes all.
Gemma Lennon has spent nearly all of her 21 years focused on one thing: Winning a Grand Slam. After a disastrous and very public scandal and subsequent loss at the Australian Open, Gemma is now laser-focused on winning the French Open. Nothing and no one will derail her shot at winning - until a heated chance encounter with brilliant and sexy Andre Reyes threatens to throw her off her game.
Breaking her own rules, Gemma begins a whirlwind romance with Andre who shows her that love and a life off the court might be the real prize. With him, she learns to trust and love… at precisely the worst time in her career. The pressure from her home country, fans, and even the Prime Minister to be the first British woman to win in nearly four decades weighs heavily.
As Wimbledon begins, fabricated and sensationalized news about them spreads, fueling the paparazzi, and hurting her performance. Now, she must reconsider everything, because in the high-stakes game of love, anyone can be the enemy within… even lovers and even friends.
In the Game of Love, winner takes all.
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Gemma’s
security flanked her, their grip tight on her arms. Bedric, her coach, rushed
ahead, slamming open the hotel’s glass doors to the roar of the French
paparazzi―a cacophony of questions, comments, and
insults.
Gemma moderated her breathing, prepared for another
three-second spurt of chaos.
Three...
“―What happened in your hotel room?”
They knew. Dozens of cameras from all directions
chirped and flashed. She kept her eyes trained on her goal: the awaiting car.
Two...
“―Mademoiselle! Gemma! One smile.”
The paparazzi bore in from her right. Only a few more steps. A knee rammed into her thigh. That one would
leave a mark. A bruise that the papers would dissect and analyze gratuitously.
One...
“―Why were you hiding for four months? Were
you going to quit tennis?”
Don’t react. Say nothing. Bedric forced the car door open, giving
Gemma the opening she needed to squeeze in. He followed.
Zero.
The door slammed behind them, and the sounds of commotion
lowered to a gentle hush. Black tinted windows offered a veil of privacy.
Bodies, camera lenses, and faces smashed against the glass. Only inches
separated her from the paparazzi. There had been a time when she used to move
to the center of the car, creating as much separation as possible. But now she
knew better. Distance was a mere illusion of safety.
The locks engaged, and the car accelerated away.
She didn’t like surprises―particularly
on game day―but in this case, her security lead’s
demand to move her to another hotel had been spot- on. It was one thing for the
paparazzi to gather outside. It was quite another when one found his way into
her hotel suite... while she slept. The French paparazzi were setting a new
standard.
“This is not good,” Bedric said in stoic English.
She eyed her superstitious coach, who was always concerned
with deviations from routine. But the concern etched on his face wasn’t about
superstition. He didn’t want a repeat performance of the Australian Open months
earlier.
“You have not rested,” he continued, “and you have yet to
get breakfast.”
“We’ll be fine. We are
fine,” she said, nearly believing it herself. “As for breakfast, we’ll grab
something at the new hotel.”
The car swerved as the driver made a temporary effort to
lose their tail. Memories of another car chase months earlier inched its way
into her throat.
“There will be people. You don’t need more distractions.”
“More distractions?” She had woken to the sound of an
intruder in her suite, and now she was rushing from one hotel to another on the
morning of her quarterfinal match. How much worse could it get? “We’ll be
discreet. Run in, eat, and we’ll be off.”
The car’s tires screeched as the driver took another quick
turn. It was happening again. Another chase just before a critical match. Only
this time, the driver wasn’t drunk.
From her bag, Gemma removed a tennis ball and twirled it in
her hand. One point at a time. She
focused on the soft texture. Familiar. Calming. Poking out from inside her bag,
the newspaper article from the day before mocked her. Inch-tall letters above
her picture: The Great Hype―Five
Years and Still Waiting.
She squeezed the tennis ball over and over again until her fingers went numb.
She dropped the ball back inside the bag, then closed her
eyes, hoping to salvage some sleep. She crossed her arms and tried to control
her shivering. No, she wasn’t cold. She just wanted five minutes alone with the
bastard who had violated her space. Gemma almost wished the coward hadn’t
bolted when she charged him, tennis racquet in hand.

What a fabulous cover, Ara! I'm so excited for you. Can't wait to read this one. :-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Gwen! It was so hard to keep in hiding :)
DeleteGreat cover, Ara! Many congratulations. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, David! I appreciate it :)
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