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About
the Book
Author: Skye Jordan
Release Date:
March 16, 2015
Category: Hot Contemporary Romance
Book Summary
From New
York Times bestselling author Skye Jordan, Xtreme Heroes is a brand new
series starring super-hot extreme athletes and their adventures.
The
Risk, Book 1
Former Olympian turned
physical therapist to the elite Julia Bailey knows all about pushing the
limits. But when a sexual harassment suit costs her a dream job—not to mention
her reputation—she takes on the biggest risk of her life. Rehabilitating the X
Games’ most notorious bad boy might be just what she needs to secure the funds
for her own treatment center. Problem is, the only kind of recovery her new
client is interested in is under-the-covers freestyle—gear optional.
Daredevil snowboarder
Noah Hunt is a rock star—on and off the slopes. A recent accident might have him
down, but he’s far from out. He doesn’t care what the sexy therapist with the
sweet curves says. He’s got sponsors to impress and trophies to collect, and
taking things slow and steady just ain’t his style. A little dirty talk and a
sizzling night later, Julia learns just how fast and hard he likes to play. Too
bad for him, his heart goes all in, and one wrong move could cost him more than
just his career.
Buy Links
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Excerpt
“Seventeen,”
he counted, “eighteen, nineteen, twenty.” Noah racked the weight and rolled
back to the floor. While resting on all fours, he glanced up at her. “If you
touch me again, I’m taking you down. Consider yourself warned.”
She was
looking a little too smug when he kicked his feet into the air and then tipped
into a smooth, practiced handstand beside him.
She shot
him a grin and challenged, “Beat you to the wall.”
Her hands
moved freely across the mat, her laugh echoing through the gym.
“You
little…” He trailed off, putting all his effort into moving forward without
losing his balance. But she was a good six “steps” ahead.
“Come on,
Superstar,” she said, her breath heaving. “Catch me.”
He pushed
his hands into a bigger reach and caught up with her. But as soon as he got
close, she leaned into one hand and used the other to shove at his shoulder.
“Oh,
ambush! You fight dirty.” Noah’s shoulders burned like they were on fire, but
he leaned into one arm long enough to reach out and grip the side of her waist.
She
squealed and pushed his hand away, but she was too far off-balance and
collapsed, rolling to the floor in a scream of defeat.
Quicker
than he could regain his own balance, she reached up and pulled at his shorts,
and Noah followed her to the floor.
He landed
in a pile, half on top of her, half beside her, their legs tangled. They were
both breathing hard, laughing, spent.
“That
doesn’t count,” she said between breaths. “You didn’t win. Rematch when you’re
out of reach.”
“You
started it. That’s an automatic forfeit.”
She pushed
up on her elbows. “You’re full of shit.” When he pushed up as well, she shoved
his shoulder. “You don’t make the rules, Superstar.”
He pushed
her back. “Neither do you, Fascist.”
When she
reached out to push him again, he grabbed her wrist, rolled onto his back, and
dragged her on top of him. With his hands gentle around her biceps, he soaked
in the feel of her body sinking against his—the swell of her breasts against
his chest, the press of her flat belly to his, her sex smothering his hardening
erection.
He was
sweaty, hot, and crossing every boundary she’d set in place today. But she
didn’t scream and shove him away in disgust the way any other woman would when
he’d been working out. No, this chick just grinned down at him with decadent,
heavy-lidded eyes.
“Quick
moves, Superst—”
He lifted
his head and pressed his lips to hers. They were soft and warm and sweet, and
they moved beneath his in a tentative kiss. Her long dark eyelashes curved
against the creamy skin along her cheekbone, and Noah let his own eyes close.
He slid his fingers into her silky hair, then tilted his head and took the kiss
deeper. She opened to him with a sigh, tantalizing his mouth with sweet heat,
and his mind hazed over. Their tongues met, stroked, swirled. She tasted like
chocolate and heat and lust. And in that moment Noah knew he’d need all night
with her. One round would never be enough.
She slid
one arm around his head, dropping into the kiss as if she needed him to
breathe. Noah groaned into her mouth, tightened his arm around her lower back,
and lifted his hips into hers. She drew a sharp breath and broke the kiss,
whispering his name against his cheek. She pushed against his abdomen and sat
up. Her legs parted; her knees pressed to the mat alongside his hips. The
position only added pressure to his cock, and he reflexively pushed into the
weight.
“Oh wow…”
She ran a hand through her hair, pushing it off her face. “This seemed like a
better idea in my head.”
“I love
the fact that it’s been in your head.” Noah pulled himself into a sitting
position and wrapped both arms around her. With only an inch between them, he
said, “But I like it better outside your head.”
Then he
kissed her again, moving his lips over hers, licking across the smooth surface
until he coaxed her open again. Another one of those sexy sighs flowed from her
mouth, and triumph lightened his head. She explored him with luscious suckles,
deep, erotic strokes of her tongue, and teasing licks. Noah had forgotten how
good kissing could be. How sensual. How exciting.
Her arms
closed around his shoulders, her hands scraped into his hair—his damp, sweaty
hair—and she moaned into his mouth. Damn, she was deliriously sexy. He let his
hands roam and found her as perfect as she looked, her body all hard planes and
toned curves. Gripping her hips, he pulled her close again, fitting their
bodies intimately. A feathery moan drifted from her mouth as she broke the
kiss. Her eyes closed, her head fell sideways, and her brow tightened in
pleasure.
Lust
blasted through Noah’s lower body, spearing his cock, flooding his hips,
shooting up his spine. He lifted into her, rubbing against her, and they
groaned at the same time.
All Noah’s
initial thoughts of slow and all night spiraled into a tight ball of right now.
Right. Fucking. Now.
His hands
slid beneath her top, pushed up, cupped her breasts—bare, full, perfect
breasts. “Holy hell,” he muttered against her neck, nipping her there. “You’re
so hot.”
“Noah…”
she said, her voice languid at first, then sharpening. “Shit, wait.”
He froze,
hands on her sides, thumbs on her breasts, mouth on her neck, cock throbbing
against her pussy. “Yeah?”
“Wow, that
got out of hand fast,” she breathed and leaned back, pulling her hair off her
face. Her flushed, gorgeous face. “I’m sorry.”
He looked
up at her, stroked the curves of her breasts with his thumbs. “Nothing to be
sorry about. You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. I want you. You want me. We’re
all good here.”
But she
wasn’t convinced. A little vertical frown line crept between her brows, and the
spark in her eyes had drifted away.
Noah
cupped her face in both hands and lifted her eyes to his. “I know what you’re
thinking, but I wasn’t with Samantha last night.”
She
shook her head. “Not my business—”
“It’s your
business if it’s keeping you from saying yes now.”
God, this
was bizarre. He never explained himself to a woman. His motto had always been
take it or leave it. But he wanted Julia right now so badly, he could taste it
on the back of his tongue. Too hard up for too long, that was what this was.
Yet a little voice in his head whispered, You
didn’t even try to wake Samantha when she fell asleep on you.
“Listen,”
he said, forcing his voice soft. “It happened just like I told you earlier. I
brought her home, yes. I fully intended to have sex with her, yes. But we
passed out before anything happened. I didn’t have sex with her. I haven’t had
sex with anyone since before the accident.”
Shit, he’d
lost control of his mouth. Of his mind. That wasn’t sexy. Nothing about
desperation was sexy. She said nothing, just kept frowning at him, the wheels
of her mind spinning in the background.
Noah
pulled her hand from her hair and curled it into his, kissing her knuckles.
“And I’m not your client. You don’t even want
me as a client. You’re still hell-bent on leaving tomorrow?”
That
seemed to sober her. Those pretty eyes, warm as caramel, sharpened. She sighed,
looked away, nodded.
He drew
her gaze back to his. “Then give me tonight. Nothing more. Just two people hot
for each other spending the night together.”
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Tour Stops
There are five excerpts on this tour –
one for each day of the week so be sure to visit the other blogs to read a
different excerpt from the book. The excerpts are not connected,
so you can read them at any time. Some of the blogs will also be featuring
reviews, too.
Monday, March 16, 2015 (Excerpt
1)
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
(Excerpt 2)
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
(Excerpt 3)
Thursday, March 19, 2015
(Excerpt 4)
Friday, March 20, 2015
(Excerpt 5)
About
the Author
And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better.
Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.
Thanks for having me on the blog!
ReplyDeleteExcerpt keeps getting better. Thanks for the chance. Love the cover. Added to my TBR list
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