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Title: Wildcard: Volume One

Series: Wildcard #1 

Author: Missy Johnson

Release Date: September 4, 2014

SYNOPSIS

246.

That's the number

of women I've shagged in the last twelve months.

I'm Ryder Stevens.

Don't pretend you

don't know me. I'm a god.

I'm hot, I'm

British and I take what I want. I'm also the number one ranked tennis player in

the world. But it's my off court antics that gain the most attention. I cruise

through life, running from one scandal to the next. Hell I can't even take a

piss without the world knowing about it.

Rules? Who gives a

shit?

Rules are there to

be broken and I'm the king of breaking them.

But even the king

can be bought to his knees. I'm sidelined with an injury that changes

everything.

Maybe my life isn't

so perfect after all...

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EXCERPT

“Ryder, you’re becoming more well-known for your

behaviour off court

than your actual career. Do you have anything to comment on that?”

I

raise my eyebrows at the reporter. Flashes from cameras are going

off everywhere, as you’d expect in a post-match

press conference—especially for a

game I’d been very lucky to win.

“Not

sure what you mean there, Stan,” I say, reading his nametag. It’s

been less than two minutes, and I’m already sick

of where this is going. “I came

here to play tennis—that’s it. It’s a damn shame that reporters like yourself having nothing better to do

than focus on what I do in my

private time.”

“But

is it private time when you’re out until three a.m. the night before a big match?” he persists.

I

shrug, and wipe my mouth in an attempt to hide my smirk. “Players

prepare for matches in different ways. I’m sure

for some a good night’s sleep does

the trick, but for me, I’ll take an evening of rough and sweaty sex over a quiet night any day of the

week.” I ignore the glare of my

manager, Matt, and nod at the next reporter.

“Ryder,

do you think your pre-match actions showed disrespect for your opponent today?”

“How?”

I fire back. “I treated the build-up to this match just the same as I would if I were playing Nadal or Federer.

You all seem to want to focus on

my life outside of the court. Does anyone here have any questions about my actual tennis?”

I

cross my arms over my chest as Matt bows his head and sighs. A murmur rises through the crowd before someone puts

their hand up. I nod, my eyes

locking onto hers. She’s a pretty little thing with long, dark hair and stunning blue eyes. I can tell she’s

feisty, and I find myself wondering

if that attitude carries over into the bedroom.

“You

play the number two ranked player in the world tomorrow, and your

fellow countryman, Jason Dillard. Will you be

having an early night tonight?”

she asks. Her full, red lips curve into a grin, and I can feel myself harden.

I

shift in my seat and lean forward, resting my elbows on the table in

front of me. “Well, that depends.” I smirk.

“On

what?”

“On

whether or not you’ll give me your phone number.”

AUTHOR BIO

Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she's a cat, a cat who thinks he's a dog...you get the picture).

When she's not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.

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