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Strike Blurb
Fast. That’s how I like life, especially
my two great joys: bikes and women. I’m
committed to exclusively riding one, but not the other.
Until April.
A sexy-arse freelance photographer who’s
travelled the world, and doesn’t do long walks on the beach or romantic
candlelit dinners. She enjoys running with the bulls and food spicy enough to
make your hair fall out. If that weren’t enough to get me hard, she rides a
mean mother of a motorcycle.
I’ve gotta have a taste of this wildcat.
~Spencer
(Jones)
I don’t do fast. Not anymore. I’ve got my career, my independence, and since I fled Spain to come back home I promised myself that I wouldn’t be put second—or third, for that matter—again.
Then I meet pretty boy Spencer.
He’s smooth, oozing the most potent
pheromones probably known to modern science, and he’s making a move on me. One
kiss was almost enough for my promise to dissolve.
My head says no—my treacherous body
screams yes. I’m gonna make Spencer work for it. Make him fight for the chance
to have me, because I know that deep down I’m worth it.
~April
MacIntyre
Title:
Strike (Spark, #3)
Author:
Jennifer RyderGenre: Steamy Erotic Romance
Expected Publication Date:
August 30, 2014 :-)
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Prologue
SPENCER (JONES)
My head pounds, alerting me to the fact
that I’m alive. Barely. I run my hand over my bare chest to find a set of
fingers clad with rings. The hand tightens, sharp nails scratching my skin as
they sweep over my ribs. I shudder with the realisation that she’s still here.
That was not part of the plan.
Her hand continues over to my hipbone,
and curls around my side. I turn to see her face buried in the pillow beside
me, a cascade of fiery red curls tangled down her back, a strong contrast to
her pale skin.
I strain to lift my head off the pillow,
and there he is. Ryan. On the far edge of my king-sized bed, face down, bare
arse and all.
Fuck.
I’m here again. My life on repeat.
My liver screams out its hate for me,
and my body aches in silent protest. And why the fuck is my arse sore?
I wriggle to release myself from her
hold.
I don’t like them to stay, but Ryan and
I were obviously too fucked-up to care. I must’ve passed out, because normally
I deal with their exit.
I don’t do mornings. I don’t do awkward.
I like simple hook-ups, and then “see ya”; No expectations, no complications.
This here looks complicated.
Walking naked across my bedroom, the
floor littered with condom wrappers and clothes, I pick up a rogue black
leather shoe and throw it at Ryan’s arse.
He chokes on his snore, and stirs. “Hey,
what the fuck, man?” He rolls over, thankfully tugging the tangled sheets with
him to shield his dick. I don’t need a vision of his giant cock in the back of
my head today.
“What’s up is that you and Princess
Redhead need to leave, buddy. I gotta get to work,” I whisper loudly. Working
for Dad today is totally gonna blow.
Ryan swings his legs off the bed, and
stretches his arms over his head. “Well, you never fail to disappoint, man.
Guess I’ll catch ya next time I’m in town.”
I take a white crumpled towel that I
must have left on the floor yesterday and wrap it around my hips. “That
depends, mate. If you’re the reason my arse is sore, then this was the last
time. Oh, and you might just get the shit kicked out of you.”
He chuckles quietly to himself. “You
don’t remember?” He grabs his jeans from the floor in front of him, and slips
them on.
“Remember what?” Oh no. Ryan did not go
there. I’ll kill him. On instinct, my teeth grind against each other, and I
breathe out heavily through my nose as I stalk towards him.
He holds up a hand. “Relax,” he says, as
he juts his chin towards the redhead. “Miss Ginger Sex Fiend over there brought
toys.”
“Fuck,” I gasp. I’ve seriously gotta lay
off the drink.
“Now, get outta here. I’ll take care of
Ginger.” Ryan winks, and runs his hands through his mussed up sandy-coloured
hair.
Yeah. I need to get to work.
New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series. The second book in the five part series, Spike, is to be released on 28 May 2014.
A sexy imagination, a life-long love of books and a sucker for romance, Jennifer Ryder couldn't stifle her creativity any longer. Writing steamy adult romance has become her new focus. Living on a rural property in New South Wales, Australia, she enjoys the best of city and country. Her loving husband is ever willing to provide inspiration, and her two young cherubs, and sheep that don't see fences as barriers, keep life more than interesting. Jennifer placed third in the International Stringybark Erotic Short Fiction Award 2013.
If you haven't already started this series, it all began with Spark.
Spark (Spark #1) ~ You can see my review for it here.
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This is one of the reasons that I hate waiting for new books to come out. I read Spark along time ago and then I lost track and now I am behind in this series! I really liked Spark and I was so eager to read Spike but somehow I missed it. :-( Now I have to play catch up with not only Spike but Strike as well!
Do you ever have that problem?
^^ it's a problem that i get too often yes ( i mean for one series i must be 5 boosk behind now^^;;) i hope that once i reorganise my list better ( when doing my shelves so not that soon) i will avoid that problem ( however with so many release it's easy to lost track)
ReplyDeleteAll the time. And when I do that I usually feel the need to have to go back and start over. I remember your review. I still want to read these!
ReplyDeleteThanks for the excerpt
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