Serie:
Xtreme Heroes, Book 1
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.
Excerpt
They
spent the next fifteen minutes crawling up and down the hallway,
Julia strapped into is practice board, a strange blend of skateboard
and snowboard, until Julia figured out the basics. Then he taught her
to turn around the island and again into the dining room to make a
circle back to the foyer.
“All
right,” she said, leaning back to bring the board to a stop. “I’ve
experienced enough.”
“No
way. You haven’t experienced anything.” He stood behind her, put
his foot between hers on the board, and gripped her waist. “Let’s
get a little taste of speed.”
“Oh
no.” She covered his hands. “Noah—”
He
pushed off, added his other foot to the board between Julia’s, and
wrapped one arm around her waist.
“Oh
my God.” She gripped his arm.
“Gotta
let go, sweetness,” he murmured in her ear. “Gotta trust me and
use your arms to help you balance.”
Trust
him? No. Trust wasn’t her strong suit. But independence was, so she
forced herself to drag her fingers from his arm.
“That’a
girl,” he murmured close, shooting tingles across her neck.
This
idea was worse than bad. With his heat and muscle surrounding her,
his whispered encouragement in her ear. This didn’t just bring back
memories of their night together, it put her right back in their
night together. And while she should be focused on learning the
board, all she could do was wish they were in bed again, just like
this, his thick cock sliding deep, deep, deep inside her.
As
if he could read her thoughts, his hips eased into hers and his
erection pressed along the top of her ass. She was well beyond damp
panties now.
He
tightened his arm around her waist, curved his fingers around one
wrist, and
stretched
her arm out in front of her. His front pressed along her back,
shoulders to thighs.
This
was the closest they’d been—including all his therapy—since
he’d kissed her breath away the day she’d come back to the house
with her quasi-contract. And while Noah’s body leaned and swayed
against hers, her sexual thoughts dimmed with the rise of speed. They
whipped from one room to the next, and her heart rate picked up. Her
muscles tensed. Her mind fast-forwarded to everything that could go
wrong.
“Hold
on for a turn.” Noah leaned back to slow them as he came toward the
front door, then tipped them back on one edge and spun a half circle
with Julia’s squeal of fear—and Noah’s laughter—echoing off
the walls. He leaned forward, shooting them down the hallway again,
and now laughter bubbled up from the excitement at the pit of her
stomach.
He
finally pulled them to a stop in the kitchen. Julia was breathing
fast, her heart racing when Noah dipped his head, rubbed the stubble
of his chin across her jaw, followed by the softest brush of his
lips, creating a surge of tingles down her neck, over her shoulders,
and into her breasts, where her nipples tightened into knots.
“Enjoy
the ride?” he asked, his voice low and sexy and highly suggestive.
Cease
and desist. Cease and desist.
The
warning repeated in her head like blinking red lights. She’d
obviously been watching too much late-night drama on Netflix when she
couldn’t get back to sleep after waking from a sexually provocative
dream about Noah.
“Yeah,”
she said, a little breathless. “I could see how that would be a
really fun sport.” When he didn’t let go of her, she added, “Me,
I stuck with boring stuff like running, swimming…”
Still,
he didn’t move, didn’t speak. Just held her, his face turned into
her neck, his lips resting on her skin. His arm remained tight around
her waist, his hand burning a print into her belly where it had found
its way beneath her T-shirt. And, God, that all felt so damn good.
“I
miss you.” His whisper caught her off guard.
She
turned her head a little, her brow pulling in confusion. “What?”
“I
miss you,” he repeated in barely a whisper, as if it were more a
thought than spoken words. “I miss this.”
Holy
shit. What the hell was this? No, no, no. She didn’t need this.
Didn’t want to see the unguarded sweetness he’d shown her in the
bedroom last week. The one that had a way of making her feel so
completely safe. Had a way of making her more uninhibited than she’d
ever been.
“You
miss sex,” she said. “Don’t worry, it won’t be much longer
before—”
“I
miss sex with you. And I miss you in my bed.” He turned his head
and rested his chin on her shoulder, which was when she realized how
incredibly still he was. No fidgeting, no rush of excess energy. He
was still and strong and completely centered. “I’ve never liked
sleeping with anyone. Now I wake up and can’t go back to sleep
because you’re five hundred yards away in a different building.”
Her
chest caved a little. Emotion tightened her throat. Cease and desist,
dammit. “Noah—”
“And
if I’m being honest, it’s cutting into my required ten hours of
sleep, Coach.” He pressed his lips to her bare shoulder. “I think
we need to do something about it.”
She
squeezed her eyes closed, gritted her teeth against the need raging
through her, and drew a deep breath. “I guess I’ll just have to
work you so hard during the day, you can’t help but pass out when
you get to bed.”
She
felt the curve of his lips on her skin again. His laughter heated her
shoulder. “I’ll let you work me hard day or night, but that
probably would cut into training.”
She
exhaled heavily and turned her head to glance at him over her
shoulder. “Noah…” He was right there, his lips just an inch
from hers, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded. Everything in her body
surged toward him. “God, you make this so difficult.”
“Good.
At least I’m not in it alone.” He lifted a hand and pressed it
against her jaw, keeping her
head
turned toward him, then covered her mouth with his, no warning, no
prep, just bam.
His
lips felt like they were charged with electricity, little tingles
running in chaotic bursts over her own. He exhaled, and his body
softened behind her, molding to her every curve. But his arm
tightened, and his mouth opened, and his tongue plunged inside with a
kind of hunger that told her he’d been suffering the withdrawal
too.
He
was hot and sensual and tasted so damn good. A sound rolled from her
throat—completely against her will. But Noah took it as a green
light. He slanted his head, deepened the kiss, stroking her tongue
with deliberate and erotic moves that made her think about him
fucking her, long and deep and slow.
He
pulled back to reposition, lick her lips, suckle her tongue, never
giving Julia the chance to speak. And without being able to hear her
own denials or think quick enough to spark practical thoughts again,
she was sliding toward it would feel so good…
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About
the Author
Skye
Jordan is a pseudonym for New York Times bestselling romantic
suspense author Joan Swan. Skye’s novels are about enjoying that
little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those
fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching
limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little
naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.
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.
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All The Excerpt Along the Tour:
Monday,
March 16, 2015 (Excerpt 1)
Tuesday,
March 17, 2015 (Excerpt 2)
Wednesday,
March 18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)
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March 19, 2015 (Excerpt 4)
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March 20, 2015 (Excerpt 5)
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