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Title: Blind Landing
Author: Carrie Aarons
Release Date: August 4th 2016
Genre: Sports Romance
About Blind Landing:
Fear stops dreams in their tracks before they even have a chance. Then again, so do injuries.
Natalia Grekov was born to win Olympic gold. As the USAβs top gymnast, sheβs calm, confident and ready to make her country proud in just two short months. And her elite athlete lifestyle includes no time for distractionsβespecially men. When a disastrous fall in practice puts her dreams at risk, it seems the only person who can help her is the one person she wants nothing from.
Spencer Russell is gymnasticsβ bad boy. A cocky, laid-back charmer with abs of steel and a witty mouth, he waltzes around the U.S. Gymnastics Training Camp like he owns the placeβeven though he doesn’t anymore. After an injury sidelined his career and any chance at Olympic glory, heβs now just a coach, helping other gymnasts reach their goals. Serious is not a word in Spencerβs vocabulary. But when Natalia tumbles into his life, he’s suddenly sincerely interested in helping the blonde beauty in any way he can.
Can they vault over the obstacles standing in their way? Or will Spencer be the distraction that causes Natalia’s chance at gold to crash and burn?
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Exclusive Excerpt:
Gerek claps again and I look over in his direction. βThank you for being able to join us this morning, Spencer.β
Turning towards the gymβs front doors, I watch Spence. Itβs still strange, rolling his shortened nickname around in my mouth, but he insisted I call him that after I told him to call me Nat, so here we are. He strolls in, clad in his typical wardrobe of sandals and workout shorts.
And nothing else.
Jesus, heβs sexy. With all of those carved-out-of-stone muscles and short brown buzz cut, itβs like he should be in a Marines uniform instead of a chalk covered training center. He looks like he just rolled out of bed three seconds ago, and I squirm in my split. Which only adds to my building frustration as the carpet and my leotard create friction below my waistline.
βOh, no problem, boss. Anything for you guys.β He gives a lopsided grin and jumps onto a stack of mats, lounging with one elbow propping him up. Itβs as if heβs posing for a non-existent camera, like heβs the star model for a shoot in Gymnastics Monthly.
Actually, I think he did have a five-page spread a couple years back and I have it somewhere in my desk at home.
βGrace, Julia, Natalia, Peyton, Quinn and Lila β¦ you are headed to the bars gym for the first part of practice today. Spencer, Anka and I will be assessing the men on pommel horse for the first part of the day, so you will be helping with the girlβs bar workout.β
My stomach flips. Bars is my best event, Iβm not nervous about that. I could do my routine, which is one of the hardest of anyone at Sikoraβs, in my sleep.
But having Spence watching me with those clover green eyes? Tracking my body as it spins and flies through the air? It makes the butterflies in my stomach explode.
I know he likes me, genuinely likes me. I know because he told me. And I genuinely like him too. We also find each other hot, or else we wouldnβt have gotten naked together in the Atlantic Ocean last night. Thatβs obvious.
But I donβt do boyfriends. Especially not boyfriends who are gymnasts. And donβt even get me started on the gymnast turned coach thing. Even if he isnβt my coach. Point is, I donβt even do hookups. Sure, I have in the past, but most of the time I find that the sex isnβt worth it and things just get awkward. Most would call me more adult than my years in this thought-process, but being an elite athlete means having to grow up fast. My biography might read nineteen, but Iβve been told I have the maturity and life view of a thirty-year-old. Talk about being jaded.
The whole relationship thing, no matter what form itβs in, is just too messy. And as much as I hate the Sikoraβs and everything they stand for, I need to focus to achieve my goals. Iβm not here to fulfill anyone elseβs dreams, just my own.
I donβt have time for Spencer Russell. And whatβs more, I have a feeling Spencer Russell does not have time, or serious interest, for me either.
Spence salutes Anka and Gerek, taunting them and crossing the line just a little further than anyone would dare where theyβre concerned.
Then he turns to our group. βAlright ladies, letβs get moving. Someone remind me again, whatβs this low bar for?β
The rest of our group giggles and bats their eyes at Spencer, but I just roll mine. His humor about the difference between the menβs high bar and the womenβs uneven bars is the oldest joke in the book.
βWhy donβt you watch and learn? Weβll show you what real gymnastics looks like.β
I skirt past him, pulling my gym bag over my shoulder as I exit the building and head to one of the countless warehouse buildings on the grounds that houses all of the bar equipment. The rest of the girls push their way in after me, a sea of brightly colored leotards, bare legs and ponytails.
About Carrie Aarons:
Author of romance novels such as Red Card and the Captive Heart Duet, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and sarcastic characters who won’t get out of her head until she puts them down on a page.
Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.
When she isn’t in what her husband calls a “writing coma”, Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch sports while his wife plots love stories.
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This has me intrigued! I love the sports aspect of this book!
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