After a tragic incident in Afghanistan leaves Master Sergeant Nathan Ryker the only man standing in his tight-knit team, he spirals into an alcohol-and-sex induced escape. A call from his lifelong buddy pulls Ryker from the shadows with a request for help with his stunt company’s latest blockbuster. If Ryker can survive the next three weeks of leave and get back to his remaining men, he might just be all right. But a sexy woman who can take his mind off his trauma is too hard to resist, and when he hooks up with Renegades’ sultry, snarky office manager, his sanity takes a backseat to his first glimpse of a future he isn’t sure he deserves.
Still reeling from a bitter romantic betrayal, Rachel Hart wants nothing more than an uncomplicated hookup. So when the mysterious Nathan seduces her with a little dirty talk and one delicious kiss, Rachel drowns all her good sense in a Mandarin and soda and gives herself over to a night of sexual bliss. But her memories tarnish in the morning light when Rachel discovers his real identity and his link to Renegades. Her job and her friends are the only thing holding her life together, and she won’t be ruined by one sultry night with this damaged and dangerously sexy man.
Rachel might be tipsy, but she was still in complete control of herself as she tapped the plastic card on the bar, sliding it through her fingers. She continued to flip and slide the card, looked directly into his eyes, and, with a ball of anxiety in her throat, said, “Looks like that suite at the Crowne is going to be empty tonight.”
Shifting on his stool, Nathan filled her personal space with his heat, his clean, male scent, his intention.
“An empty hotel suite,” he said slowly, lids heavier now, gaze taking on that sharper focus men got when their minds turned interested, “is a terrible thing to waste.”
When she laughed, he lifted his hand and touched her cheek with the back of one finger. Her heart gave a jolt, and she sipped a breath as his finger slid down her cheek, along her chin, and continued over her neck.
The delicate touch seemed odd for such a rough man, but she only had a second to think about that before his finger followed the line of her dress, tracing the skin along her chest, then…her cleavage. His darkening gaze followed the path of his touch. Her heart beat faster. Her skin prickled. Her breasts tugged. Nipples hardened. She squeezed her drink glass so hard she feared she might shatter it.
“That’s just what I was thinking.” She pulled the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth and let her gaze drift over that square, stubble-darkened jaw, riveted to the way his scars kept his beard from growing in evenly. She wanted to ask how he got them, yet didn’t. The less she knew, the better, because this wasn’t about getting attached. This was about moving on.
That thought curbed her nerves over propositioning a stranger. Just a guy passing through, looking to kill time.
She lifted her eyes back to his. “Wanna check it out with me?”
She was fully prepared for his sudden backpedal. Some guys got weird when a woman made the first big move. But his expression went soft and his eyes closed briefly before he whispered, “Thank you, God.”
The utter relief on his face made Rachel laugh again and went a long way toward healing her ego, her pride, and her self-worth.
“You just made my week, baby.” He slipped off his bar stool, tugged her to her feet and pulled her gently against his chest. The smooth way he slipped his arms around her made it clear he’d been here before. Often. For Rachel’s new life plan, that worked perfectly.
“Are we walking, cabbing…?” he asked.
“Sh-shuttle.” A surprised thrill made her head cloud. “Or…my car is in the lot.”
“Shuttle. You can’t drive.” His hands squeezed her waist, moved up her back, down again, spreading fiery tingles through her body. He lifted one hand to her chin and tilted her face up. “That way I can touch you all the way there.”
He lowered his head, and instead of leaning back the way Rachel’s lifetime of conservative instincts ordered, she lifted to her toes. Their lips met more deliberately than she’d intended. But, fuck it. She was sick of looking for the “right” guy. Sick of trying to satisfy the unfulfilled cravings that had developed over the last year. She wanted a man’s hands on her. A man’s mouth everywhere. A man’s body moving with hers.
He made a surprised sound in his throat, and it thrilled her to have taken a man like this off guard. Then the feel of his mouth sank in—firm, warm, supple—and her excitement burst into lust.
She should pull away now. Every voice in her head told her to stop. Told her she was devaluing herself. Acting reckless, careless, downright stupid.
You’re in an airport bar, for God’s sake.
He’s a total stranger. No different from the guy at the corner gas station.
Are you really this desperate?
Rachel lowered, pulling out of the kiss. Nathan, still fully involved, groaned in complaint and followed her down, reluctantly breaking the connection. The action created a sweet pang in her chest.
If wanting this man made her desperate, fine.
She was desperate.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.
And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better.
Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.
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This sparkly, all-American military dog tag is symbolic of the tags Ryker wears in RICOCHET, but much prettier. The front features the American flag embellished with real Swarovski Crystals.
The reverse side is custom engraved with one of the following RENEGADE taglines:
MY HEART BELONGS TO A RENEGADE
RENEGADES ARE MY WEAKNESS
EVERY WOMAN LOVES A RENEGADE
KEEP CALM AND LOVE A RENEGADE
DARE TO BE A RENEGADE
A RENEGADE STOLE MY HEART
I’M IN LOVE WITH A RENEGADE
MY (BOOK) BOYFRIEND IS A RENEGADE
WHO NEEDS A KNIGHT? I WANT A RENEGADE
REAL. ROMANTIC. REBELLIOUS. RENEGADE.
Each tag comes with a split ring for keychain or ball chain for pendant.
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