Today we have Blind Landing by Carrie Aarons. Grab this sexy sports romance just in time for the Olympics!!
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 USA’s top gymnast, she’s calm, confident and ready to make her country proud in just two short months. And her elite athlete lifestyle includes no time for distractions—especially 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 gymnastics’ 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 place—even though he doesn’t anymore. After an injury sidelined his career and any chance at Olympic glory, he’s now just a coach, helping other gymnasts reach their goals. Serious is not a word in Spencer’s 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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I’m only about ten feet from their table when a chair shoots out, nearly tripping me. I stumble and try to hold my tray steady as I wobble for my balance.
“Good thing gymnasts have some of the best balance in the world. Otherwise, I’d be splat on the floor next to my eggs. As for grace, well, I guess not all female gymnasts have that.” Righting myself, I turn to stare at the back of a sleek blond ponytail.
“And if males in general had any awareness at all, you would have seen me pushing out my chair before you nearly tripped over it.”
Blond ponytail whips around, and her smirk wipes clear off her face when she realizes who I am. “Shit. Mr. Russell, I’m sorry …”
“Nah, don’t worry about it, babydoll. I won’t tell Novak you’re mouthing off to coaches. That is, only if you never call me Mr. Russell again.”
I flash my mega-watt smile at her, because I’m trying to make her feel better. But also because she is a very pretty girl. Or, woman, technically. Don’t girls refuse to be called girls after the age of eighteen? Something about respecting their feminine age or something like that? I’d have to ask my mom about this.
Natalia Grekov, whether she was a girl or a woman, was a very, very pretty one. Long blond hair, those exotic Polish eyes the shade of blueberries, with full, pouty pink lips. She had the body of a ballerina, not the stocky gymnast build so many of the girls here had. Natalia wasn’t big in the tits department, but her ass … damn. Plump, beautiful and one I wanted to sink my teeth into. I know because I’d been watching it since she got here two weeks ago.
“Okay then, what should I call you?” Her smirk tells me she can play the flirting game too.
As a coach, I shouldn’t be fraternizing with the gymnasts. But … when had I ever fully listened to Novak? I was barely twenty-two; this pretty girl would be fair game if we were on a college campus.
“Well, you can call me coach; it’s authoritative, domineering. I also like Mr. Incredible or Sexiest Man Alive. But for regular everyday, you can just call me Spence.”
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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