SPINNING OUT RELEASE MATERIALS
Blurb:
Once, the only thing that mattered to me was
football—training, playing, and earning my place on the best team at every
level. I had it all, and I threw it away with a semester of drugs, alcohol, and
pissing off anyone who tried to stop me. Now I’m suspended from the team, on
house arrest, and forced to spend six months at home to get my shit together.
The cherry on top of my fuckup sundae? Sleeping in the room next to mine is my
best friend’s girl, Mia Mendez—the only woman I’ve ever loved and a reminder of
everything I regret.
I’m not sure if having Mia so close will be heaven or hell. She’s off-limits—and not just because she’s working for my dad. Her heart belongs to someone else. But since the accident that killed her brother and changed everything, she walks around like a zombie, shutting out her friends and ignoring her dreams. We’re both broken, numb, and stuck in limbo.
Until I break my own rules and touch
her.
Until she saves me from my nightmares by climbing
into my bed.
Until the only thing I want more than having
Mia for myself is to protect her from the truth.
I can’t rewrite the past, but I refuse to
leave her heart in the hands of fate. For this girl, I’d climb into the sky and
rearrange the stars.
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Excerpt:
Mia
I wake to a thump
and sit up in bed. It’s three in the morning and my room is dark, but there’s
more thumping. Someone’s kicking the wall between my room and Arrow’s.
My heart clenches
as I picture him on the other side having wild sex with some girl. Maybe some
old fuck buddy came over after I went to bed. Hell, for all I know it’s Gwen
visiting her stepson’s bed.
I dismiss the idea
as quickly as it comes. Arrow can’t tolerate Gwen, and he may have changed, but
he’s never been one to fuck girls he can’t tolerate.
There’s another
thump, then I hear Arrow’s voice. “No. Don’t.” Rough, choked words. And more
thrashing. “Why?”
I throw off the
covers and run to his room, opening the door without a thought.
I don’t know what I
expected to find. Arrow is sleeping alone, tangled in his covers.
Frozen, I stare at
him. Moonlight spills in through the open curtains and casts shadows across his
face. Sweat glistens on his forehead, and his face twists in a grimace.
I step closer. I
could touch him, but I shouldn’t. “Arrow?”
He kicks. His arm
flies out and hits the wall.
“Arrow,” I repeat,
louder this time.
He grabs my hand at
the wrist and flies upright in bed as his eyes pop open. He’s breathing hard,
and anguish is all over his face. For a minute, I feel like I can see inside
him—all the terrified, vulnerable parts he hides from the world. I can see
inside him and I know exactly what I’m looking at, because my dreams make me
feel the same way.
“What are you doing
here?” he asks in a low whisper. The anger from earlier is gone from his voice.
“You were having a
nightmare.”
His eyes rake over
me—greedy, hungry, desperate. “What? No red lace nightie? Or do you save that
for my dad? Like mother, like daughter?”
I gasp before I can
stop myself. Why doesn’t he just punch me? His fist to my face would hurt less
than those words.
I yank my hand
away, spin on my heel, and walk toward the hall. As I reach for the knob, he’s
behind me. He slams his palm against the door, and it closes with a violent thunk. “I’m sorry,” he whispers behind
me, his breath on my neck. “I’m sorry I said that.”
I keep my gaze on
his hand. Arrow has the best hands. Big, strong, beautiful. And the first time
they touched me . . .
I squeeze my eyes
shut at the unwelcome memory, and shrug. “I need this job,” I say slowly. “Your
stepmother has made it clear that she’ll fire me if we can’t get along, and we
both know your dad will fire me if you ask him to. But please don’t. Please
don’t screw it up for me.”
“Mia,” he says
softly, and I feel him step closer, the heat of his body against my back. The
rough pads of his fingertips brush the hair from my neck, then his breath, hot
and sweet, tickles against that tender skin.
I’m frozen, divided
between the wish for his kiss and the fear of it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. Hot
tears roll down my cheeks, and I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. For
taking this job? For going with Brogan that night when Arrow asked me not to?
For entering his life to begin with?
Yes. All of that.
More. “I’m so sorry.”
He drops one hand
from the door and the other from my neck. My body grows cool as he steps away.
“Stop apologizing,”
he says.
I turn the knob and
head to my room. I don’t look back.
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THE BLACKHAWK BOYS, an edgy, sexy sports
romance series from New York Times bestseller Lexi Ryan. Football. Secrets.
Lies. Passion. These boys don’t play fair. Which Blackhawk Boy will steal your
heart?
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