Rebel
by Skye Jordan
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Level: 4.5/5
Publisher: Cygnet Books
Publishing Date: December 22, 2013
Series: The Renegades, #2
Format: Digital + Print coming soon
Words: 90-100k
Back Cover:
Sassy,
smart, and sexy, former supermodel-turned-tech guru Rubi Russo has it
all—looks, money, confidence and freedom. Her life is a whirlwind of fast cars
and fleeting affairs—and she likes it that way. With a past like Rubi’s,
forever isn’t part of her vocabulary. So when studly Renegade stuntman Wes
Lawson wants to take their friendship to the next level, she’s all out.
Raised
a simple country-boy, Wes knows the brazen Rubi isn’t his type. But after
spending time with her, he discovers she’s everything he’s ever wanted in a
woman. To win her wild rebel heart, he’ll have to prove he sees behind her
smokescreen to all the goodness she tries to hide. Then it's just a matter
of crushing her fears, shattering her barriers, and
convincing her that loving him is everything she’s been missing in her
life, too.
Piece
of cake.
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Excerpt ~
“Hey.” His exclamation pulled her gaze up. Wes reached over and picked up
the spoon off the ice cream carton’s lid. “That’s why you taste like chocolate.
And eating straight from the carton, weren’t you? Just admit it, Russo.”
“So what?”
“So did you at least save some for
me?”
She waved toward the kitchen. “Go
ahead, take the rest home. You’ll be saving me from myself.”
He grinned, the sparkle back in his
eyes. “If I can’t have you, ice cream is the next best thing.”
He jumped off the couch and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Rubi
shaking her head and smiling more than she had in months. She really had to get
rid of him before she, he, they did what they both really
wanted.
“I should have known you’d have some froufrou shit,” he said from the
kitchen around a mouthful. “Still, ice cream is ice cream, right?”
She rubbed both hands over her face before the comment registered, and
she swung around on a gasp. “Wes, wait—”
She ran into the kitchen, took one look at Wes, and put her hand over her
mouth. He had his back against the closed subzero stainless steel, a carton in
one hand, a spoon in the other. He glanced up as she came in, licking the
spoon, then dipping into the carton and pulling another pink mound from the
container.
Rubi burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she doubled over, using the
counter to hold herself up. She laughed so hard she couldn’t breathe when he
wanted to know what the hell was so fucking funny. She laughed so hard tears
streamed down her face.
Wes chuckled at her with a perplexed look as he brought the spoon to his
mouth again.
Rubi lunged, her hand reaching for him, laughing, “No!” She couldn’t
reach him across the wide island, but his hand froze on the way to his mouth.
“Stop,” she said breathless. “Don’t eat…any more…”
And she collapsed on the counter in
hysterics. And because she still couldn’t speak, made her way around the island
to turn the carton in his hand so he could read the label.
“Doggie…what?”
Wes slammed the carton on the counter with a, “You’ve got to be fucking kidding
me,” and turned to the sink.
With the tap running, he shoveled
handfuls of water into his mouth and spit it out. He was grinning, a disgusted,
ironic grin that was impossibly adorable and stretched Rubi’s heart so wide it
hurt. By the time he hit the water controls to turn them off, Rubi was panting,
leaning against the refrigerator, arms crossed over her belly. She couldn’t
speak past burning abdomen muscles.
“Dog ice cream?” Wes braced a forearm on the counter,
one on the handle of the faucet. “I didn’t even know such a thing existed.”
“Lactose makes…dogs sick, and Rodie…loves…ice cream.” Her answer made him
shoot her a you’re-going-to-pay-for-that
look. She held up a hand and started laughing again. “You’re the one…who didn’t
read…”
He spun toward her with hot eyes
that burned through her body. With a hand planted against the fridge near her
shoulder, he pulled the freezer door open and grabbed the other carton of ice
cream. He read the front, closed the door, and wrapped an arm around Rubi’s
waist, sliding her body free of the refrigerator door and trapping her against
him. He yanked the other door open with the same hand holding the chocolate
carton.
“I knew it.” He pulled something
from the door, then slammed it closed. “You were seriously holding out on me.”
“What?”
He lifted his hand, holding both the
uncapped ice cream carton and a can of whipped cream.
She grabbed for the can. “Hey,
that’s for my coffee.”
“It’s for my ice cream now. You owe
me.”
“I don’t owe you. You’re the one
that ate the dog—”
He leaned in and kissed her. She
made a surprised sound in her throat. His mouth was hard, his lips plush. He
pushed his tongue deep, and as soon as it touched hers, Rubi went limp. This
wasn’t the sweet, slow kiss in the living room. This was forceful, breathless,
toe-tingling.
He lifted her by the waist and set her ass on the cool granite
countertop. Rubi gasped and grabbed his shoulders as the force of the kiss
pushed her backward.
The pop of a top sounded, and he
broke the kiss. Keeping a tight hold on her waist, he leaned away, tipped his
head back, and sprayed whipped cream into his open mouth until it overflowed.
“Don’t. That’s mine.” She grabbed
for the can, but he pulled it away. “I can’t drink my coffee—”
He grinned. The whipped cream
expanded in his mouth, drifting through his teeth, covering his lips and
dripping down his chin.
Rubi burst out laughing again. Her
stomach muscles burned, and she sagged against him. “You look…like
you’re…foaming at the mouth.”
She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. The aerosol squirt
sounded again. Cold streaked down her neck, and Rubi jumped. Wes pulled her
thighs apart and hauled her to the edge of the counter to meet his hips, then
followed the trail of whipped cream with his mouth.
Meet Author Skye
Jordan:
Sometimes fun, sometimes naughty. Always romantic.
My Skye Jordan novels are all
about enjoying that little wild streak we all have, but probably don’t let out
often enough. About those fantasies we usually don’t get the opportunity to
indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, playing
naughty and maybe even acting a little wicked. They’re about escape and
fun and pleasure and romance.
And, yes, even love. Because
even as Skye Jordan I’m just a happily ever after kinda gal. (Or, in some cases,
happily for the foreseeable future.)
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