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
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:
Wes jammed the elevator’s down button with a knuckle. It
took everything he had not to walk back into that room and slam his fist into Dolph’s
face. He was so damned average—average height, average build, average
appearance. All the looks in the family had to have come from Rubi’s mother.
How a man so average could spew such hurtful words, Wes couldn’t quite get his
mind around.
“Wes…” Rubi twisted her arm in his grip. When he looked
down, her brow was pulled in a grimace.
He eased the pressure on her hand as the elevator dinged
and the doors slid open. Teeth clenching, he stepped in and didn’t release Rubi
until the doors had closed. He didn’t expect her to go back into her father’s
office; he just…needed to have a hold of her, as if that would somehow protect
her.
But even after the doors closed, he couldn’t let go.
“Please, Wes.”
He forced his hand open, then crossed his arms and
pressed his back to one wall.
“Let me explain,” she said, her face a mix of misery and
fear. “You have every right to be pissed. I overstepped. I shouldn’t have
talked to my father about the rig. And I didn’t, really… I mean I—”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He hadn’t been
this mad since…oh, yeah, a few nights ago, when some stranger had plowed his
fist into his eye because of that fucker Bolton. “I don’t give a shit about the
rig. How could you let him talk to you like that?”
She stared, that confused vertical crease between her
eyes, lips parted. Christ, she was so beautiful. Inside and out. And so much he
hadn’t understood about her made sense now. After being raised by a pig like
that, it was no wonder she wasn’t interested in a relationship. Not a fucking
surprise she didn’t believe love could last. If Wes had been taught that love
was bad, ugly, painful, he wouldn’t have believed it either.
“I…I don’t…let
him talk to me like that, he just…does. Which is why I don’t see him. Why I
hate him. Why…I’m never going to speak to him again after tonight.”
Wes’s skin was on fire. His brain a twist of fury. He
wiped a palm across his forehead. Before he knew it, the rage overtook him, and
he slammed his hand into the mirrored wall with a feral growl. The reflective
surface splintered, and pain shot through his hand. A strangled scream curdled
in Rubi’s throat. In the cracked reflection, she jumped and tented her hands
over her mouth.
“Stop.” She
sucked an audible breath. “Don’t.”
Goddammit. He
instantly regretted the show of insane frustration.
She pushed her hands through her hair, her gaze on the
floor. “I knew I should have come alone.”
Wes dropped his arm and shook out his hand. His fingers
were dripping blood on the tan patterned carpet. “Because you don’t need
anyone, right?”
His voice came out bitter. He was so angry—at Dolph for
being such a bastard, at himself for letting Rubi convince him to stay out of
it, at Rubi for… God he didn’t even know. Maybe for hanging on to this fucker
as long as she had.
The thought made him lunge for her. He gripped her arms
and gave her a little shake. “Are you living off his money? Is that why he’s
still in your life? Because I have money. I have a million of racing money
sitting around collecting interest. You can have it if you just get the fuck
away from—”
“No.” She lifted her hands and pressed them to his chest,
her voice sure and steady, as if compensating for his imbalance. “No, Wes. My
money is my own, and I have plenty. I told you the truth earlier.”
“Then…why? Why have any contact with him when he treats you like that?”
The elevator doors opened, and Rubi’s expression closed
up. “We’ll talk about this outside.”
She turned away, stepping out of the elevator.
Wes looked down at his hand. Blood everywhere. “Fucking
fantastic.”
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Meet Author Skye Jordan:
Sometimes
fun, sometimes naughty. Always romantic.
I am a NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author writing under the
pseudonym Skye Jordan for my more … sexually heated … works.
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.)
Website: http://skyejordanauthor.com
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