The Risk by Skye Jordan

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The Risk by Skye Jordan

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Nelle
Never doubt Skye Jordan to deliver the goods. She kicks off this new series with the wicked give and take between Julia and Noah. While Julia is exerting control, Noah is spending ever moment unraveling her. LOVE! ~ Nelle [March 2015]
Marissa Recommends I’ve been going through a Skye Jordan withdrawal for months, and this story hit the perfect spot. We get great background story, character depth, a hot sex scene within the first few chapters. In fact, the in-and-out of the bedroom scenes still show Skye at the top of her game. Plus we get a few funny side characters that I hope we get their stories in this new series. [March 2015]

Kyleigh Jane

There isn't a woman alive who wouldn't want a Skye Jordan man of her very own. I was a huge fan of the Renegades, and this new series does not disappoint! Not only does Ms. Jordan pen good men, she writes the most wonderfully strong women. Engaging, entertaining, and hot hot hot. I can't get enough. ~ Kyleigh Jane [March 2015]

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Skye Jordan kicks off this new series with the wicked give and take between Julia and Noah.

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She rocked and writhed, emitting sounds of pleasure that could easily have been misconstrued as pain. Shock, pleasure, need, they were all voiced through moans and mewls, music to Noah’s ears as he deliberately inched her toward orgasm. He let his thumbs stroke her wet opening and the sensitive surrounding skin while his tongue ferreted out the nub trying to hide inside her plump folds. And once he uncovered her sweet clit, he gently drew it between his lips and suckled. And suckled. And suckled.
“Bring it, baby,” he murmured to her, adding a little tilt of his pelvis when their hips met to stroke her clit. “Give me another one.”
A tingle of pain brought her gaze to the skin beneath her fingers as she touched her collarbone.
The small, red, diamond-shaped welt there shot her mind back twelve hours. To her cheek crushed against the mattress. To Noah’s weight forcing the front of her body into the softness on every long, deep stroke of his cock from behind. To her hands trapped against the bed at eye level, their fingers threaded, his flexing and clenching with each thrust. To his teeth sinking into the skin above her collarbone as she’d climaxed and bowed with pleasure so intense, she felt absolutely no pain.
“Finger-licking good,” Noah added, raising a finger to his mouth, one with her juices clinging to his skin. The spark in her eye as she watched him lick her from his finger in a room filled with his friends had to be the hottest thing Noah had ever seen.
She groaned and rocked her hips to take his fingers deeper. Noah pushed home, bringing pressure and heat, then dragged from her body, making her hum a plea for more. She rocked her hips to facilitate the finger fucking she craved. And the hotter she got, the harder and deeper she sucked his cock. But without direct stimulation to her clit, she couldn’t come. She just rose and rose and rose without tipping over the edge.

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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.

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Blog Tour Stops

There are five excerpts on this tour – one for each day of the week so be sure to visit the other blogs to read a different excerpt from the book. The
excerpts are not connected, so you can read them at any time. Some of the blogs will also be featuring reviews, too.

Monday, March 16, 2015 (Excerpt 1)

What I’m Reading

Smut Book Junkies Reviews

Romancing Rakes For the Love of Romance

Reading on The Rocks

Dee’s Book Blog

All I Want and More Books

Shameless Book Club

BookStacked Blog

Tuesday, March 17, 2015 (Excerpt 2)

Read Your Writes Book Reviews

Riverina Romantics

Eclectic Passions

Cricket’s Chirps

Kimmy Loves to Read

So Many Reads

Wednesday, March 18, 2015 (Excerpt 3)

I Love Books

A Closet Full of Books

Ramblings From This Chick

Joyfully Reviewed

The Book Pushers

Amy’s Blog

Thursday, March 19, 2015 (Excerpt 4)

Romance Junkies

Book Lovin’ Mamas

Em & M Books

Smile Somebody Loves You

Maine Book Momma

Peaces of Me

Straight Shootin’ Book Reviews

Friday, March 20, 2015 (Excerpt 5)

Recommended Romance

Klaire’s Kollection

Short and Sassy Book Blurbs

Same Book, Different Review

ByoBook Club

Belgian Naughty Reader

Harlie’s Books

The Book Details
Publisher Synopsis

New York Times bestselling author, Skye Jordan, brings you the first in a hot new series: Xtreme Heroes.

Former Olympian turned physical therapist to the elite Julia Quinn 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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Nelle
Nelle is a quiet, unassuming, yet bossy bitch who works in downtown Manhattan. Her hobbies include smut reading and recommending, luxury travel, celebrity gossip, deal hunting and keeping up with Real Housewives' shenanigans. She also enjoys fussing over her dog and her condo. She's always on the search for the Best Book Ever. The Best Book Ever will have her Trifecta (heat/heart/humor) and she doesn't mind a dose of danger or suspense.