Title:
Strike (Spark, #3)
Author:
Jennifer Ryder
Genre:
Erotic Romance
Release
Date: August 30, 2014
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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
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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.
The Series
Spark (Spark #1)
Spike (Spark #2)
Strike (Spark, #3)
Author Bio
New Adult and erotic romance writer, and author of the Spark series. 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.
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