By Jorja Lovett (Guest Blogger)
Thanks for hosting me today, and sharing in the new release madness! Seduced by the Daredevil is available now and is a bit of a departure from my usual style. It started life as a medical romance, but there are definitely moments of rom com in there, as you can see from the excerpt…
Sparks
fly
when
'Miss
Stuffy
Knickers'
Andrea
Bolan
meets
her
match
in
daredevil
Matt
King.
There's
nothing
quite
like
a
passionate
kiss
to
motivate
a
girl
to
jump
off
a
building
in
the
name
of
charity.
With
her
inhibitions
left
far
behind
she
begins
to
see
the
benefits
of
no-strings
fun
and
sets
her
sights
on
her
sexy
abseiling
instructor,
but
things
don't
go
exactly
to
plan.
Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn't his usual type. But, when they're thrown together at work there's no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn't do commitment.
A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they're not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness.
Adrenaline junkie Matt fights his demons by living his life on the edge and an uptight dietitian definitely isn't his usual type. But, when they're thrown together at work there's no denying the chemistry. Lust is easy for him to deal with, but he doesn't do commitment.
A sizzling affair catches them both by surprise but if they're not careful their pasts might just cost them any chance of future happiness.
Excerpt
Matt was eternally grateful he had bought the apartment close by, overlooking the River Lagan. He had enough trouble keeping his hands off Andrea for the duration of the five-minute journey. Small talk with a driver in no obvious hurry was the last thing he wanted, with seduction on his mind. He held it together until they pulled up outside the apartment block.
"Cheers,
mate." He threw a few notes through the window and pulled a
giggling Andrea from the passenger seat.
Lust
fuelled their journey and they half-ran to the entrance of the
exclusive new complex. The few steps leading to his front door were
taken in such a frenzied rush to reach their destination that Andrea
stumbled on those impossibly high heels.
"Are
you okay?" On autopilot, he knelt down to her crumpled position
on the step and carefully removed her shoe to check for any swelling.
"I'm
fine." She giggled again and held up the broken heel of her
shoe.
"Thank
goodness that's the only casualty," he said, and swept her, and
the broken stiletto, up into his arms to carry her the rest of the
way. With one hand fiddling with the lock and the other cradling
Andrea close to him, who said men couldn't multitask?
Once
inside, he set her back onto her feet and closed the door shut with
the force of his body pinning hers against it. He wanted her naked,
and that damn sweater which had teased him all day needed to go.
Andrea didn't resist when he lifted it to reveal the bounty beneath,
but tugged at his T-shirt in response until pressing his naked skin
to hers became as necessary as breathing. He impatiently hiked her
top higher to strip her completely of it.
"Hold
on a sec." Andrea's muffled voice came from the tangle of blue
wool wedged around her head. He yanked until her head popped free,
leaving that once-silky hair a veritable bird's nest.
"That's
better," she said. "Now you."
He
broke contact to get rid of the barrier, and those few seconds let
him drink in the sight of her. In a white bra and jeans, hair mussed,
and lips swollen from his tending, she was a far cry from the
priss-miss he'd first encountered.
Man,
what a turn-on.
The
rapid rise and fall of her chest mesmerized him, but restrictive
cotton denied him the full effect of her voluptuous cleavage. Eager
to free her from all conservative binds, his fingers sought to unhook
the fastening of her bra. A well-rehearsed tug and flick failed to
open the catch, and he distracted her with a passionate kiss while he
worked on it. First with one hand, then with two, he pushed and
pulled to no avail.
Finally,
he had to admit defeat. "I can't get this bloody thing open,
Andie."
Resisting
the urge to rip it off, Matt waited while she reached to undo it
herself.
She whipped her underwear off to release her pert breasts
into view, and slung it in his direction. The bra catapulted directly
into his face, the tail end popping him in the eye. Instinctively he
clutched his eye and stifled a verbal wince.
"I'm
sorry. I'm so sorry." Through a watery haze, he saw her hand fly
to her mouth in horror.
"Don't
worry, Andie. It's not your fault." He tried to blink back the
watery sting to ease her guilt, but full apology mode had already
kicked in.
"That
was a stupid thing to do. I don't know what I was thinking."
His
one good eye saw her bend to retrieve the makeshift weapon. She stood
up and accidentally head-butted him between the legs, his groin
suffering the next hit. His tongue nearly didn't make it either, he
bit it so hard to stop from crying out. The crippling agony doubled
him in two and he fought to breathe through it. When, oh when, had
his tried and tested methods of seduction turned into a comedy of
errors?
"Why
don't we take this somewhere safer? Like the bedroom?" he asked
in shallow bursts amid ragged breaths.
Andrea
placed a self-conscious arm across her chest and limped to his
bedroom, one foot shoeless and the other wobbling on a stiletto. He
followed when the ache down below receded enough to allow movement.
Author
Bio
Jorja
Lovett is a British author with both Irish and Scottish roots, which
makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she was old
enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group,
UCW, that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now,
with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if she can leave the
pause button on her Magic Mike DVD long enough, she hopes to spend
the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
1 comment:
Hi, Jorja,
Sorry not to have been here to welcome you earlier. This book sounds like great fun!
Good luck with it, and with the tour!
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