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My Next Play (On My Own #3)
Author: Carrie Ann Ryan


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Praise for Carrie Ann Ryan



“One of the best family romance series around! Carrie Ann Ryan brings the heat, emotions, and love in each story!” ~ NYT Bestselling Author Corinne Michaels

“Count on Carrie Ann Ryan for emotional, sexy, character driven stories that capture your heart!” – Carly Phillips, NY Times bestselling author

“Carrie Ann Ryan’s romances are my newest addiction! The emotion in her books captures me from the very beginning. The hope and healing hold me close until the end. These love stories will simply sweep you away.” ~ NYT Bestselling Author Deveny Perry

"Carrie Ann Ryan writes the perfect balance of sweet and heat ensuring every story feeds the soul." - Audrey Carlan, #1 New York Times Bestselling Author

“Carrie Ann Ryan never fails to draw readers in with passion, raw sensuality, and characters that pop off the page. Any book by Carrie Ann is an absolute treat.” – New York Times Bestselling Author J. Kenner

“Carrie Ann Ryan knows how to pull your heartstrings and make your pulse pound! Her wonderful Redwood Pack series will draw you in and keep you reading long into the night. I can’t wait to see what comes next with the new generation, the Talons. Keep them coming, Carrie Ann!” –Lara Adrian, New York Times bestselling author of CRAVE THE NIGHT

"With snarky humor, sizzling love scenes, and brilliant, imaginative worldbuilding, The Dante's Circle series reads as if Carrie Ann Ryan peeked at my personal wish list!" – NYT Bestselling Author, Larissa Ione

"Carrie Ann Ryan writes sexy shifters in a world full of passionate happily-ever-afters." – New York Times Bestselling Author Vivian Arend

“Carrie Ann’s books are sexy with characters you can’t help but love from page one. They are heat and heart blended to perfection.” New York Times Bestselling Author Jayne Rylon

Carrie Ann Ryan's books are wickedly funny and deliciously hot, with plenty of twists to keep you guessing. They'll keep you up all night!” USA Today Bestselling Author Cari Quinn

"Once again, Carrie Ann Ryan knocks the Dante's Circle series out of the park. The queen of hot, sexy, enthralling paranormal romance, Carrie Ann is an author not to miss!" New York Times bestselling Author Marie Harte






What happens when you fall for your best friend, but they fall in love with someone else? Nothing is what it seems in this unrequited love, new adult romance.

Miles knew Nessa never had eyes for him. Only when someone new tries to hurt her, he knows he can’t stand back any longer. It’s time she finds out the man he is behind the glasses and beneath the shell he wrapped himself in.

But now he has to hope that once she sees the real him, she’ll stay. Because he doesn’t want to let go, even if someone else tries to make that choice for them both.



Chapter 1






Music pulsated around me, and I rubbed my temples, trying to pretend that everything wasn’t falling apart, and I wasn’t once again falling behind. Only, that was the very epitome of who I was as a person. Someone stressed out about everything coming at them these days. Had I always been this way? I didn’t know. That’s what happened when the world went to hell because I thought I wanted something, only to realize it wasn’t mine.

I sipped my beer and smiled down at the cup after the first taste. It was my favorite. A blonde that Pacey had most likely picked because he was good at choosing his beer. There would be no cheap, warm brews that tasted like crap at this house party. At one of the other college row houses, we’d deal with whatever Keystone Light equivalents abounded. But here, there was always variety. Most of it was light beer—not enough to get somebody drunk—and not too many IPAs for people to highbrow and discuss their favorite beers while looking down on others. Pacey was good at picking his favorites, and this one happened to be mine.

Now that I thought about it, maybe that was because Pacey had been the one to introduce me to it. I needed to get over myself. And over him. Over the idea that I was in love with my best friend. I wasn’t, not anymore. I’d been wrong. It’d been a crush—such an intense crush that’d crashed and burned and twisted up Pacey and Mackenzie in the process.

I’d messed up with my roommates. My best friend, my friend. And Pacey’s girlfriend. I didn’t need to think about the fact that the beer Pacey had chosen happened to be a favorite of mine, as well. It was a good beer. However, I needed a little more of it if my mind kept going around in this loop and had been for hours.

“I thought I’d find you over here.” Mackenzie walked over with a smile on her face. She studied mine, and I knew she was looking for any anger or resentment. But there wouldn’t be. I liked Mackenzie. I respected her. And I thought she was beautiful and brilliant. And, honestly, the perfect match for Pacey—the fact that I’d had a crush on him without telling him until one of the most awkward times of my life, notwithstanding. It hadn’t been her fault. And I had no hard feelings when it came to her. I just was embarrassed.

Things were awkward—at least, for me. As long as I didn’t drink too much and act like a fool as I had that one night I would never talk about again, most people wouldn’t notice.

Mackenzie wasn’t most people.

“Sorry, just woolgathering.” I took a sip of my beer. “The place is hopping tonight.”

Mackenzie stood on my side in the alcove and looked around, a red Solo cup of wine in her hand. “Yes, though I didn’t think the guys were expecting such a big turnout tonight. We don’t have classes tomorrow, but we do have our first exams coming up, don’t we?”

“Only those on a four-exam schedule,” I answered, grateful we had an easy subject to talk about. “Some people only have three exams each semester or a single midterm and final. Then there are the seniors, who don’t care anymore and have all perfected the skill of studying while drunk. Or are they called fourth years? What do you call college that isn’t in some Ivy League and imaginary boarding school?”

Mackenzie snorted. “Have you been reading that fairy college book again?”

I blushed. “It’s good. I can’t help it.”

“It is. That’s why I told you to read it. I rarely have time to read anymore, but the audiobook was fantastic.”

“I bought the hardcover. I couldn’t help it. They have painted edges,” I said, practically sighing.

“I saw and am a little jealous. I only have time to read while working out or driving or cooking or doing things that aren’t thinking about math.”

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