Today we have Blind Landing
by Carrie Aarons.
by Carrie Aarons.
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time for the Olympics!!
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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 mean, do you see how hot he is? He’s like Julian Edelman. If Julian Edelman was hotter.”
Grace points her fork, clad with a ranch dressing soaked piece of lettuce, at me across the dinner table. Julia, Peyton and Grace are all staring at Duke across the cafeteria, his shaggy hair hanging down in his eyes as he scratches his bare abs.
“I mean, yeah, I guess he’s hot.” I spear a piece of Brussels sprout and pop it in my mouth, wishing it were pizza instead. No carb, Paleo, no sugar diets were instituted strictly for every gymnast at Filipek’s. I’d suffer for the next month and a half if it meant I was going to win gold in Rio.
“Are you even straight?! Look at him. He’s a god.” Grace pushes her plate away, her seventeen-year-old body already lighter and thinner than all of ours in her fuchsia and teal leotard.
“I’m with Nat. I mean, he’s hot, sure. But he’s got the maturity level of a toddler.” Julia eyes him quickly and then lets her dark brown hair fall over her shoulder, toying with it so that it hides her almond shaped cocoa eyes. She looks funny in her T-shirt and spandex shorts, refusing to enter the cafeteria in anything less than full attire. The girl has a serious relaxation problem.
“Fine, apparently someone named you two the judges of hotness around here. So who do you think is the sexiest guy on the training grounds?”
Peyton almost snorts into her vegetable soup. “Ask Nat about Spencer Russell. I’m sure she’ll have some opinions where he’s concerned.”
She gives me a sly smile and I want to jam my fork into her eye. See this, right here, is what I was trying to avoid in the first place. I didn’t even get the yummy, yummy sex with sexy, sexy Spencer and there is already speculation.
“What’s going on with Spencer?!” Grace yelps at the same time Julia says, “You’re hooking up with a coach?!”
I roll my eyes as tables around us start to stare. “Will you keep it down? Jesus. I’m not hooking up with anyone, least of all Spencer Russell.”
“Is that why he drove you home at one in the morning the night we went to Jenkinson’s?” Peyton adds fuel to the fire.
“What?!” Julia and Grace shriek at the same time.
Jesus fuck. “As I seem to recall, I had to get a ride home with someone else because you were puking your brain’s out in Jared’s car. How is Jared by the way?”
Peyton’s face turns almost the exact same color as Grace’s hair, and I chuckle. “I’m not sleeping with Spencer. I’m not sleeping with anyone. Unlike you crazies, I’m not addicted to chasing the male gymnasts up and down this place. I’m here to make the Olympic team, and nothing is getting in my way of that.”
I spear into another Brussels sprout and chomp down as they all stare at me.
Peyton sighs and slings her arm over my shoulder. “There’s no way you’re getting laid. But you do need to pull the stick out of your ass before you do permanent damage.”
Julia and Grace chuckle while I roll my eyes for the hundredth time.
About the AuthorCarrie 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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