Strike Release Blitz
Title: Strike (Spark, #3)
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Steamy Erotic Romance
Expected Publication Date: August 30, 2014
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
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.
About the Author
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.
The Spark Series
Strike (Spark, #3)
Spark (Spark #1)
Spike (Spark #2)
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