Monday, July 14, 2014

RICOCHET by Skye Jordan (Renegades #3) #Excerpt #Giveaway #NewRelease

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Renegades #3
Skye Jordan
Released July 14th, 2014

After a tragic incident in Afghanistan leaves Master Sergeant Nathan Ryker the only man standing in his tight-knit team, he spirals into an alcohol-and-sex induced escape. A call from his lifelong buddy pulls Ryker from the shadows with a request for help with his stunt company’s latest blockbuster. If Ryker can survive the next three weeks of leave and get back to his remaining men, he might just be all right. But a sexy woman who can take his mind off his trauma is too hard to resist, and when he hooks up with Renegades’ sultry, snarky office manager, his sanity takes a backseat to his first glimpse of a future he isn’t sure he deserves.

Still reeling from a bitter romantic betrayal, Rachel Hart wants nothing more than an uncomplicated hookup. So when the mysterious Nathan seduces her with a little dirty talk and one delicious kiss, Rachel drowns all her good sense in a Mandarin and soda and gives herself over to a night of sexual bliss. But her memories tarnish in the morning light when Rachel discovers his real identity and his link to Renegades. Her job and her friends are the only thing holding her life together, and she won’t be ruined by one sultry night with this damaged and dangerously sexy man.

“That must be good.” A woman slid onto the only free stool beside him, but he kept his gaze on the game. “I’ll have what he’s having.”

Nice voice, was his first thought, even though the rich, sultry tone was tweaked with irritation. One corner of his mouth twitched up in an ironic grin. What rational American didn’t get peeved working their way through LAX?
Ryker stared at the foam sliding down the side of his glass. “And I’ll have another.”
“You look about as good as I feel.” She tossed a credit card on the bar. “This one’s on me.”
He watched her in his peripheral vision, not quite ready to make idle conversation. Yeah, he wanted the release of sex, but sometimes—in fact, more and more often over the past two weeks—the whole lead-up had grown tedious. Maybe he should just have a taxi drop him in the prostitution district.
The woman beside him dropped the strap of her purse on the back of the fancy barstool and pulled off a sweater, throwing it carelessly over the arm. A whisper of feminine spice touched his nose, and he breathed deep. The hollowness in his chest eased a little. Then she planted her elbows on the bar, dropped her head into her hands, and raked her fingers through her hair, holding her head there with a long exhale.
Ryker really had enough of his own damn problems. He didn’t need to take on anyone else’s. But the bartender set down the drinks and snagged the woman’s card before he decided whether or not to decline the offer, so he sent her a sidelong glance and a quiet, “Thanks.”
Instead of responding or drumming up conversation, the woman lifted her glass and guzzled.
“Mmmm.” The throaty sound of pleasure beside shot heat through Ryker’s groin and drew his gaze to the generous stranger just as she pulled the glass from her lips. She wore small, dark-rimmed glasses, and wisps of her hair , a pretty deep reddish-brown, fell in wavy strands from a messy knot on the back of her head.
“Oh my God,” she murmured still staring at the glass. “Is this…? No. It hasn’t been released yet.”
She seemed to be almost talking to herself as she lifted the glass to the light, inspecting the beer.
“Opal?” he asked.
Her gaze darted to his, a quick gasp pulling through her lips. “No. Really?”
She returned her gaze to the beer. That was a first. Ryker didn’t think of himself as a god or anything, but women had given him more than his fair share of attention since he’d hit puberty. This one, however, seemed more interested in the beer. Ironically, that earned her a few points.
“Really,” he said. “Brand-new on tap. You like Firestone?”
“Love Firestone. I’ve been dying to try this since I heard about it two months ago.” She caressed the glass in both hands and smiled. Her teeth were small and straight, and a dimple poked into her cheek at the corner of her mouth. “My day is finally looking up.”
The fact that she was referring to the beer and not him made him grin. “That’s refreshing.”
“I know, right?” She took another sip and considered the color again. “Almost tropical, but dry.” Another sip, more consideration, a shake of her head, a musing hum.
Ryker laughed and lifted his own beer. “I meant you, but, yeah, the beer is exceptional.”
She finally looked at him, just a sidelong glance through her glasses. He caught a glimpse of brown eyes before her mouth quirked up at the corner again, drawing his gaze to her mouth. A really nice mouth, with full pink lips.
The thought started his blood flowing south, surprising him a little. She wasn’t a woman he would normally give a second look—not a tattoo or a piercing in sight. But he was looking now, and noticing her slim build beneath a little deep blue dress, the curve of her bare tanned shoulder, the way of the loose strands of hair coiled into loose waves to her chin.
Like what you read??  Check out more today with the other three Excerpt stops.....
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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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Kati said...

Thank you for hosting Skye!

books4me said...

I love a hot sexy renegade that does the right thing in a not so legal way but doesn't hurt anyone in the process.

Love Skye's books and this one sounds like it needs to be on my shelf, well-read, with the others!

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Skye Jordan said...

Thanks for hosting my giveaway and excerpt! Hope you love the book Barrie!

Sheri Vidal said...

I love love this series!!

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