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Title: Blind Landing
Author: Carrie Aarons
Release Date: August 4th 2016
Genre: Sports Romance
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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Gerek claps again and I look over in his
direction. “Thank you for being able to join us this morning, Spencer.”
Turning towards the gym’s front doors, I
watch Spence. It’s still strange, rolling his shortened nickname around in my
mouth, but he insisted I call him that after I told him to call me Nat, so here
we are. He strolls in, clad in his typical wardrobe of sandals and workout
shorts.
And nothing else.
Jesus, he’s sexy. With all of those
carved-out-of-stone muscles and short brown buzz cut, it’s like he should be in
a Marines uniform instead of a chalk covered training center. He looks like he
just rolled out of bed three seconds ago, and I squirm in my split. Which only
adds to my building frustration as the carpet and my leotard create friction below
my waistline.
“Oh, no problem, boss. Anything for you
guys.” He gives a lopsided grin and jumps onto a stack of mats, lounging with
one elbow propping him up. It’s as if he’s posing for a non-existent camera,
like he’s the star model for a shoot in Gymnastics Monthly.
Actually, I think he did have a five-page
spread a couple years back and I have it somewhere in my desk at home.
“Grace, Julia, Natalia, Peyton, Quinn and
Lila … you are headed to the bars gym for the first part of practice today.
Spencer, Anka and I will be assessing the men on pommel horse for the first
part of the day, so you will be helping with the girl’s bar workout.”
My stomach flips. Bars is my best event,
I’m not nervous about that. I could do my routine, which is one of the hardest
of anyone at Sikora’s, in my sleep.
But having Spence watching me with those
clover green eyes? Tracking my body as it spins and flies through the air? It
makes the butterflies in my stomach explode.
I know he likes me, genuinely likes me. I
know because he told me. And I genuinely like him too. We also find each other
hot, or else we wouldn’t have gotten naked together in the Atlantic Ocean last
night. That’s obvious.
But I don’t do boyfriends. Especially not
boyfriends who are gymnasts. And don’t even get me started on the gymnast
turned coach thing. Even if he isn’t my coach. Point is, I don’t even do
hookups. Sure, I have in the past, but most of the time I find that the sex
isn’t worth it and things just get awkward. Most would call me more adult than my
years in this thought-process, but being an elite athlete means having to grow
up fast. My biography might read nineteen, but I’ve been told I have the
maturity and life view of a thirty-year-old. Talk about being jaded.
The whole relationship thing, no matter
what form it’s in, is just too messy. And as much as I hate the Sikora’s and
everything they stand for, I need to focus to achieve my goals. I’m not here to
fulfill anyone else’s dreams, just my own.
I don’t have time for Spencer Russell. And
what’s more, I have a feeling Spencer Russell does not have time, or serious
interest, for me either.
Spence salutes Anka and Gerek, taunting
them and crossing the line just a little further than anyone would dare where
they’re concerned.
Then he turns to our group. “Alright
ladies, let’s get moving. Someone remind me again, what’s this low bar for?”
The rest of our group giggles and bats
their eyes at Spencer, but I just roll mine. His humor about the difference
between the men’s high bar and the women’s uneven bars is the oldest joke in
the book.
“Why don’t you watch and learn? We’ll show
you what real gymnastics looks like.”
I skirt past him, pulling my gym bag over
my shoulder as I exit the building and head to one of the countless warehouse
buildings on the grounds that houses all of the bar equipment. The rest of the
girls push their way in after me, a sea of brightly colored leotards, bare legs
and ponytails.
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About the Author
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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