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:
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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 from The Risk
by Skye Jordan
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 stick 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…
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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There are five excerpts on this tour –
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Monday, March 16, 2015
(Excerpt 1)
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(Excerpt 2)
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
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