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Title: Strike (Spark, #3)
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 30, 2014
My Thoughts
Spencer and April meet and are instantly attracted to each other. Spencer has never met anyone like her. They go out a few times and are getting closer when she finds out he is actually Jones, a biker on her dad's team. She also finds out that he has a reputation as a player. So with a few complications including her dad, they continue to date. Spencer is so smitten and is ready to make changes in his life for her. April has had her heart broken and is cautious but can't resist him.
I loved April and Spencer together. Totally hot couple. Loved reading their story.
I give Strike 4 hearts!
I loved April and Spencer together. Totally hot couple. Loved reading their story.
I give Strike 4 hearts!
About the Book
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 traveled 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
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
Eighteen months after Spike
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.
Spark (Spark #1)
Spike (Spark #2)
Strike (Spark, #3)
About the Author
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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