(#3 of the Spark series)
Author: Jennifer Ryder
Genre: Steamy Erotic Romance
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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.
A sexy-arse freelance photographer who’s travelled 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.
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.
Excerpt . . .
“Spencer. What are you doing here?” Did he leave the apartment this morning looking this fuckable? If I’d had the pleasure of seeing him dressed like this I would have dragged him back into bed. There’d be no more orgasms in my sleep, as I’d be getting them from Spencer.
His Adam’s apple bobs up and down, his eyes running a fiery trail over my body. Well, mainly my boobs. I guess they’re out there in this crop top, and my short-shorts don’t leave much covered, but fuck it. I’m working out in forty degrees celcius. I’m not wearing a tracksuit.
“Fuck. Hot yoga?” he gasps, his eyebrows moving closer to his hairline.
“Yep, hot yoga.” I grin with satisfaction.
“Is that the pizza?” Soph asks, smacking me playfully on the arse.
“Hey, watch it,” I bark and turn to her. She stills when she finds an immaculately-dressed Spencer in my doorway.
“Sweet Jesus, April. Hot yoga with Sophie?”
I turn to Soph. She’s about as dressed as I am, and she has a killer body. I shake my head, and bite down on my lip. I bet there are a dozen different lesbian scenarios running through that pretty head of his right now. Can’t say I’m not enjoying this shade of green on him.
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About the Author . . .
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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