Today I have my lovely Irish friend Jorja with me today. So over to you babe...
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…
Blurb
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.
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