 
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.
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Excerpt
from The Risk by Skye Jordan
He hobbled to the double doors, then
followed the hallway of heated slate to the kitchen, where the mystery noises
had originated. And, yep, there was definitely another female standing behind
the open refrigerator door—the slim, pretty bare feet and fire-engine-red
toenails confirmed it.
But the ménage idea slid further out of the
picture when he focused on the trashcan sitting in the middle of the kitchen
floor.
What the hell? He rubbed his face, trying
to force himself more awake, then pressed a hand against the nearest wall,
drew a breath, and said, “Hello?”
“Oh, you’re awake.” Her voice was as pretty
as her feet. Already an improvement over the woman on his couch. Maybe his
standards hadn’t fallen all that far after all. But her voice was also extremely
clear and perky, which was highly annoying under the circumstances. “Sorry, I
was trying to be quiet, but it’s getting late, and there’s a lot to do.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He rubbed his eyes again and focused on the counters, which were covered with
crap from the cupboards. Another flash of annoyance singed his skin. “Who are
you? And what the hell are you doing?”
She peeked her head around the fridge.
“It’s me, Julia— Oh. Wow. Nice look.” Her gaze took a quick scan of his body
before she disappeared behind the fridge door again. “You’re taller than I
expected. Aren’t most snowboarders smallish? Bet you have to compensate for a
higher-than-average center of gravity. You’ll have to explain all that to me.
But go ahead and get dressed first. I’ve got my work cut out for me here
anyway.” She paused only a second before muttering, “Talk about toxic…”
Noah’s mind was spinning into one
hellacious knot. He’d barely caught more than a glimpse of dark hair and a
slim face, one he didn’t recognize any more than that of the woman in his
theater.
Thud, thud, thud. Yogurt cups flew into the
trashcan.
“Expired,” she muttered. “It’s a miracle
you haven’t gotten E. coli from all the crap in here.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Christ, he didn’t
want to deal with this now—but there was a stranger in his house, tearing
apart his kitchen, and another barely dressed in his theater. And Noah didn’t
know what the hell was happening.
He limped into the kitchen and leaned
against the counter opposite the refrigerator. With his hands braced on the
granite, he took all pressure off his bad foot. But it was too late. The damn
thing throbbed as if it were inhabited by an alien. Looked a lot like
something off an alien too, puffy and discolored.
This was seriously screwed. His body was a
complete pile of shit. It had been almost four goddamned months since the
accident, and he was done with this injury. He’d worked his ass off to heal,
had made real strides. Now this?
He pried his gaze from his foot and focused
on strange woman number two. She was dressed in a blue-and-purple sport tank
top and black, shin-length workout pants that hugged a sleekly curved
backside. His gaze traveled over her tight ass, up to her sculpted shoulders,
and paused on her dark ponytail. Noah immediately reassessed the ménage
theory. This was a sporty chick, the kind Noah never chose to share his
bed—or sofa, in this situation. He got enough of the athletic type on the
slopes. The woman in his theater, he understood bringing home. This one was—no..
He thought back to the night before. Maybe
she was a new member of the US Snowboarding team he didn’t know. Maybe she
was some crazy-ass fangirl or groupie who’d tagged along last night.
This Julia chick pulled Styrofoam cartons
filled with leftovers from various restaurants and tossed them into the
trash—most of which contained steak, lobster, or shrimp.
“Whoa,” he said. “That’s all still good—”
“You’re going to have to stop eating out.”
She cut him off, her voice matter-of-fact but resolute. “Almost all
restaurants cook with lousy oils. You’re getting way too many trans-fatty
Omega 6s. We’ll have to beef up your Omega 3s. You’ll see a difference in a
week from that change alone.”
“What in the hell…?” he murmured, his mind
beginning to open to the idea that she was a nut job on the loose. “How did
you get into my house?”
“Your garage door is open. I just came
through there.” She pulled out the vegetable drawer and made a low, ugly
sound in her throat, then proceeded to pull out plastic bags filled with
produce and drop them in the trash as if they might contaminate her. “I
figured you were still sleeping since you were out last night when Drake and
I talked to you.”
“Drake?” That was the key to this
problem—Noah’s meddling agent. “I should have known. Are you his new
girlfriend or something?”
She cut Noah a glare. “As if.”
Her attitude annoyed him. This was his
house, dammit. “Answer me, or I’m calling the police.”
She turned to face him with two jars of
jam, one in each hand, and her front view was as impressive as her backside.
Full, high breasts filling the Lycra fabric of her workout tank, a flat belly
showing between the hem of her top and the low waistband of her pants, and
smooth thighs filling the black tights.
She was pretty too. A few years younger
than him, she had a pixie-sweet face with smooth skin, high cheekbones and
wide eyes. The kind of face that didn’t need makeup to look great. Maybe
there was something to the athletic type after all.
“I was sitting in Drake’s office when you
were on speaker with him last night,” she said, “so don’t try to pretend you
don’t know anything about me.”
He put a palm to one eye and rubbed at the
pain throbbing there. “Yeah, well…last night is still a little blurry.” He
dropped his hand with frustrating scenarios popping to mind. “Shit, please
tell me Drake didn’t send you to teach me yoga or something equally stupid.”
With heavy lids and an expression of
disgust, she tossed both jars of perfectly good jam into the trash. “Yoga my
ass.”
“What the…?” He fished the jam out of the
trash and set it on the counter next to all the other food she’d pulled from
his cabinets. “Would you knock that shit off? Look, I don’t know what Drake
said, but—”
“Are you still drunk?”
“No,” he said, then closed his eyes,
searching for patience. “I just don’t remember the conversation.”
“Un-freaking-believable.” She let the
fridge door close, turned, and yanked open a cabinet, then grabbed his Lucky
Charms in one hand, his Cocoa Puffs in the other.
“Uh-uh,” he said. “No way.”
“Noah, baby…” The female voice coming from
the opposite direction stopped him from grabbing his treasured boxes of
cereal. He’d completely forgotten about the fling chick.
He turned as she walked into the kitchen in
exactly what she’d been wearing on the sofa, nothing but bra and panties.
Fuuuuuuuck. He certainly wasn’t a prude,
but he wasn’t interested in flaunting his poor judgment either.
But there she was, standing in his kitchen,
blurry eyed, big tits, curvy ass, long legs, bottle-blonde hair, and heavy
makeup. She might look smeared and smudged now, but he was sure she’d looked
damn flashy last night. At least that was what his morning-after brain was
telling him. Now, though, there was no denying she looked about as good as
Noah felt. Which reminded him he couldn’t look much better.
He dropped his head and rubbed his eyes on
a heavy exhale of defeat.
What a clusterfuck.
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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ReplyDeleteThat must have been quite the night of drinking to not remember the phone call.lol.
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