Today
we have Blind Landing by Carrie Aarons. Grab this sexy
sports romance just in time for the Olympics!!
Blind Landing
Carrie Aarons
Release Date: August 4th
2016
Genre: Sports Romance
Fear stops dreams in their
tracks before they even have a chance. Then again, so do injuries.
Natalia Grekov was born to
win Olympic gold. As the USA’s top gymnast, she’s calm, confident and ready to
make her country proud in just two short months. And her elite athlete
lifestyle includes no time for distractions—especially men. When a disastrous
fall in practice puts her dreams at risk, it seems the only person who can help
her is the one person she wants nothing from.
Spencer Russell is
gymnastics’ bad boy. A cocky, laid-back charmer with abs of steel and a witty
mouth, he waltzes around the U.S. Gymnastics Training Camp like he owns the
place—even though he doesn't anymore. After an injury sidelined his career and
any chance at Olympic glory, he’s now just a coach, helping other gymnasts
reach their goals. Serious is not a word in Spencer’s vocabulary. But when
Natalia tumbles into his life, he's suddenly sincerely interested in helping
the blonde beauty in any way he can.
Can they vault over the
obstacles standing in their way? Or will Spencer be the distraction that causes
Natalia's chance at gold to crash and burn?
I’m only about ten feet from their table when a
chair shoots out, nearly tripping me. I stumble and try to hold my tray steady
as I wobble for my balance.
“Good thing gymnasts have some of the best balance
in the world. Otherwise, I’d be splat on the floor next to my eggs. As for
grace, well, I guess not all female gymnasts have that.” Righting myself, I
turn to stare at the back of a sleek blond ponytail.
“And if males in general had any awareness at all,
you would have seen me pushing out my chair before you nearly tripped over it.”
Blond ponytail whips around, and her smirk wipes
clear off her face when she realizes who I am. “Shit. Mr. Russell, I’m sorry …”
“Nah, don’t worry about it, babydoll. I won’t tell
Novak you’re mouthing off to coaches. That is, only if you never call me Mr.
Russell again.”
I flash my mega-watt smile at her, because I’m
trying to make her feel better. But also because she is a very pretty girl. Or,
woman, technically. Don’t girls refuse to be called girls after the age of
eighteen? Something about respecting their feminine age or something like that?
I’d have to ask my mom about this.
Natalia Grekov, whether she was a girl or a woman,
was a very, very pretty one. Long blond hair, those exotic Polish eyes the
shade of blueberries, with full, pouty pink lips. She had the body of a
ballerina, not the stocky gymnast build so many of the girls here had. Natalia
wasn’t big in the tits department, but her ass … damn. Plump, beautiful and one
I wanted to sink my teeth into. I know because I’d been watching it since she
got here two weeks ago.
“Okay then, what should I call you?” Her smirk
tells me she can play the flirting game too.
As a coach, I shouldn’t be fraternizing with the
gymnasts. But … when had I ever fully listened to Novak? I was barely
twenty-two; this pretty girl would be fair game if we were on a college campus.
“Well, you can call me coach; it’s authoritative,
domineering. I also like Mr. Incredible or Sexiest Man Alive. But for regular
everyday, you can just call me Spence.”
Author of romance novels
such as Red Card and the Captive Heart Duet, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony
and sarcastic characters who won't get out of her head until she puts them down
on a page.
Carrie has wanted to be an
author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that
include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.
When she isn't in what her
husband calls a "writing coma", Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed
DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure.
She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch
sports while his wife plots love stories.
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