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Blog Tour - REBEL by Skye Jordan

REBEL

(Renegades #2)

by Skye Jordan

Publishing: December 22, 2013, Cygnet Books

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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.

REBEL

(Renegades #2)

by Skye Jordan

ARC Review

Published: December 22, 2013

My rating: 4 of 5 ⭐️

On the outside, Rubi Russo is your typical Hollywood high flyer. Gorgeous, quick-witted, brilliantly smart, self-employed and independently wealthy...... She has designed her life to create a pillow of security, not requiring any dependence on any person other than herself. Something she learned very young in life. She hides pain, mistrust and insecurity behind the veneer, never allowing anything more than one-night stands to avoid emotional investment. Her work for the Renegades stunt team has given her some good friendships, but when friend and stuntman Wes Lawson persist in going out with Rubi, Rubi has to throw on the brakes. If there is one man who would have the capacity to break through her 'one night only' rule, it would be Wes, so Rubi intends to keep him safely in the 'friends only' section.

Good hearted and generally easy going Wes Lawson has had his eye on Rubi for quite some time now.

He has been able to detect quite a bit more about her than what is showing on the surface, and the more he sees, the more he likes. Although her eyes and her body language tell him the attraction isn't just one-sided, Rubi continues to avoid his advances. Wes realizes that on paper they might not look like a logical match, but his gut tells him that Rubi is the one for him, and he is determined to prove to her he sees much more than her outside package. Slowly but surely he starts breaking down her walls.

But with one as gunshy as Rubi is, the slightest little mistake can easily ruin your chances and you might never get another.......

*****

YOWZA!!! Turn on the flippin' fans!! This is one blistering hot novel!!!!

In this awesome second book of the Renegades Series, Skye Jordan focuses on the next member of the team, Wes, whom we met in RECKLESS (Book 1). The uncomplicated, easy going farm boy, who grew up in a warm and close family, has played it fast and loose for years, loving the edge of danger his work as a stuntman provided him. He never really considered things in terms of permanency or the future, but Rubi made him consider all of those things, without the need to lose that little edge he loves.

His love interest, Rubi, is the best friend from RECKLESS, who transformed herself from supermodel to techno-wiz, and loved a little 'living on the edge' herself. Plagued by crippling trust and abandonment issues stemming from a messed up childhood, she has shaped herself into someone rather aloof and unreachable to safeguard herself from further hurt and damage. That is, until Wes starts cracking through her mask and slowly earns her trust.

This is a novel with quite a few different layers to it. At first sight perhaps more superficial, the hunky stuntman, the successful and gorgeous model, but look deeper and there is so much more going on. Sky Jordan succeeds in lifting the outward appearances and letting us see the living, breathing, hurting and damaged people underneath the pretty picture they make. Shows us the struggle to create a semblance of normalcy in a life that has been anything but. Illustrates to us the courage it takes, not to hurl yourself over a cliff or parade around half naked in front of cameras, but to expose the most fragile parts of you to someone and trust them not to break you.

✨Caution!! contains:Thrills, Drama, Hot Sex & A Pack of Hot Stuntmen!!!✨

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.)

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The Ducati revved, and Wes shot the bike between the group and Rubi. She pulled up short with a gasp. Heat from the bike whooshed over her body.

The helmet hid his mouth, but those deep gray-blue eyes crinkled at the corners with his smile.

“Don’t listen to him.” His deep voice was muffled behind the gear. “You look perfect. And you’re just in time. We’re going to run the real thing.”

That giddy electricity in her belly intensified. She lifted her sunglasses to the top of her head and worked up her easy, sexy grin. “Wes, if you run over Jax’s toes, he’s going to take away that pretty toy between your legs.”

He laughed, his head falling back. The sound was so rich, so damn happy it trilled through Rubi, leaving her body a sizzling mess of carbonation. Then he released the Ducati’s handles, letting the bike idle while he pulled off his helmet.

His hair fell all over the place as it came free. Light gold on top, wheat-colored underneath, it gleamed in the sunshine. Static electricity from the helmet’s padding grabbed a few strands and pulled them into the air.

Rubi reached up to finger them back into place. Only when the soft, warm, sweat-dampened strands slipped between her fingers did she realize the misstep. A wicked craving kicked deep in her body. Delicious, languid desire tightened her throat.

And, shit, she’d floated over that damn no-touching line again—a line he had a way of making her forget all about.

She told herself to pull her hand back, but it had been such a long time since she’d done something as simple as touch a man’s hair. Okay, maybe not that long. Maybe it had been a long time since she’d touched a man’s hair with a purpose other than fisting it during sex.

An image of her hands fisted in Wes’s hair, his hands and mouth pleasuring her body, flashed in her mind. Heat exploded at her core and spread. Quick. So damn quick, she almost didn’t catch herself from a headlong fall straight into him. Her gaze lowered to his mouth, those lush, masculine lips she wanted to taste. To know.

He propped the helmet between his legs and leaned forward. The teasing heat in those smoky eyes had deepened. “Trying to distract me? ’Cause it’s working.”

“Not really. But as long as I’m here…”

He let his gaze skim down her body again with an I-gotta-have-every-inch-of-that-now-or-I’m-gonna-chew-my-arm-off groan. “As long as you’re here…”

“Wes,” Jax called as he walked toward another camera, “we’re going again in five.”

“I’m so ready,” Wes said without taking his eyes off Rubi. He definitely wasn’t talking about the stunt, and his voice sounded as decadent, sinful as dark chocolate.

She lowered her gaze to ease the unsettling current growing between them. His body armor, tucked into pockets of the neoprene, covered his most vulnerable areas—shoulders, elbows, chest, hips, package… A very nice package she’d noticed on more than one occasion.

The thought forced her gaze back to his square jaw dusted with golden stubble, then higher. Avoiding those stormy gray eyes, she inspected his new haircut, shorter on the sides, longer on top.

“I like the cut,” she said, holding back from another suggestive comment.

Wes didn’t show such restraint. “Feel free to sink your hands in anytime.”

She pretended the words didn’t vibrate in her belly. “Did you go to Sterling Shears?”

“And saw Julie, just like you suggested.”

“I knew she’d do you right.”

His grin heated, eyes sparked. “I’d rather you did me right.”

The low vibration of his voice made her tingle everywhere. And he just kept smiling into her eyes, as if he really saw her. Saw beneath her looks, her attitude, all her smoke and mirrors. Her throat tightened.

She’d been operating under the one-night-stand-only guideline for years, and that safety net worked for her. But she didn’t throw friends into the pool of possible sex partners. She only had to remember the hearts she’d damaged to remind herself she either did friendship or sex—not both. Never both.