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COVER REVEAL: Strike
By Heather C Leigh
Meet Dax
& Kate in the newest standalone in the Sphere of Irony Series.
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RELEASE DATE: June 7, 2015
Dax Davies
has one job to fulfill in the Davies household. Earn money at the family
business. The problem is that the family business was illegal underground
fighting.
From a young
age, Dax and his brothers are groomed to become money earners in their father's
club. Broken bones and bruises are commonplace. Their father pits the brothers
against each other to 'toughen them up' for the ring, using his rules to bend
his sons to his will. His future is in the cage, not on stage where he dreams
of making music.
Kate
Campbell loves one thing in life. Well, two. Soccer and Dax Davies. Growing up
in the poorest part of London, soccer is her personal escape from reality and
from the fact that Dax doesn't seem to know she exists. She figures if she can
be good enough at soccer, maybe she can get away from Hackney, and leave the
poverty behind.
Kate doesn't
plan on ever getting to know Dax as more than a passing acquaintance. In fact,
she isn't meant to go with her friend to Dax's father's business, but that one
night changes everything.
***This is
book 2 in the Sphere of Irony Series. It can be read as a standalone. This is a
spin-off of the Famous Series***
Excerpt
“Ready?”
Dax has
gathered his guitar and is holding open the door for me. “Yes, I suppose,” I
say, flashing him what I hope is a sexy smile and not an awkward grimace. A
second later, I feel utterly ridiculous in my pathetic attempt to seem flirty.
I’m not flirty, not even close.
My attempt
must not be as pathetic as I thought, because Dax’s usually glacial expression
lights up and he grins back. “After you.”
Wow. Being
able to pull that single smile from him gives me a heady sense of power. Dax
doesn’t smile for just anyone. In fact, I’ve only ever seen him smile for Adam
and… me.
Forgetting
about my inadequacies for a change, we chat comfortably all the way to the tube
station, have a laugh at the confused tourists on the train, and jostle each
other playfully as we make our way to my flat. In fact, we’re having so much
fun we don’t realize how handsy we’re being with each other our joking has me
pulled against Dax’s wide chest, my head tilted back to stare into his molten
brown eyes.
Our laughter
cuts off abruptly. Something flickers behind those dark irises of his.
Something that sends tiny sparks zinging down my spine, flooding my body with
warmth. He looks as if… as if he’s going to kiss me. But he wouldn’t do that,
right? I’m the sporty girl. The boring one. Not the gorgeous type a bloke like
Dax would go for. Yet there’s no mistaking the heat in normally ice-cold his
eyes.
Dax lowers
his head, his nose brushing against my cheek. An uncontrollable shudder wracks
my body and goose bumps cover my skin. His breath is hot on my ear. The
contrast between hot and cold overwhelming my body is as thrilling to feel as
it is confusing to see in Dax’s ever-changing moods. “Kate…” He inhales a
ragged breath, as if merely speaking is painful.
Before I can
blink, Dax’s huge, calloused hands are framing my face and his mouth brushes
across mine. At first it’s just a whisper, a tease, the contact barely there.
Then, I hear him inhale sharply and his lips press down forcefully, melding
with mine, urging me to open up with quick flicks of his tongue. I melt against
his solid body as he dominates the kiss, completely under his spell to do with
as he wishes. It seems to go on and on—a small slice of paradise in this
blighted spot of East London.
When he
finally pulls back, greedily stealing a few more nips at my mouth, he closes
his eyes and moans. “I knew you’d taste like heaven. You’re an angel, I just
knew it.” His voice is so quiet I wonder if he meant to say it out loud.
Naturally, I
stand there like an idiot, saying nothing… doing nothing. I’ve been kissed into
complete stupidity.
Dax swipes
the pad of his thumb over my damp lips. “See you at school tomorrow.” Without
giving me a single hint of what he’s thinking, he turns and leaves. I touch my
mouth, running a finger over the same spot Dax touched. My heart leaps into my
throat, fluttering so fast I fear it may explode.
Great. I’m
ruined. My first kiss and it was nothing less than brilliant. Dax Davies just
ruined me for every other man from now until the day I die.
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About the Author:
Heather C Leigh
After
growing up in New England, I currently live just outside Atlanta, GA.
I love the
Red Sox and hate the Yankees.
I love hot,
sexy romance novels, but hate long, drawn out misunderstandings as a plot line.
I love book
series, but hate cliffhangers.
I love alpha
males, but hate when they borderline on abusive.
Mostly? I
love love love chocolate.
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