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…
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Seduced by the Daredevil
by Jorja Lovett
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.
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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.
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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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