Title: Strike (Spark, #3)

Author: Jennifer Ryder

Genre: Erotic Romance

Release Date: August 30, 2014

 

Synopsis

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.

Until April.

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.

~Spencer (Jones)

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.

~April MacIntyre

 

~Excerpt~

 

“Tell me you’ve got Patrón Tequila,” Rocco says to the bartender as he releases me from a headlock. I’d just finished sending my text when he grappled me.

“Sure do. How many glasses?” the bartender asks.

“Just two’ll do, but we ain’t stoppin’ at one,” Rocco says, his gruff voice booming throughout the room.

Fuck, I’ll be pissed as a mute before I get outta here.

“Girls, get over here,” Rocco yells, motioning the two promo girls over.

Ah, fuck.

They’re both tall and ridiculously skinny with long, bleached-blonde hair and wearing tight white tank tops and short denim shorts. They both lean their backs against the bar, either side of Rocco, linking an arm around his waist.

He twists his body around. “Lemon and salt,” he barks at the bartender, who promptly places a salt shaker and a bowl of cut lemon wedges in front of him.

“Straddle yourself a honey, Jones, and follow my lead.”