Skye’s novels are about enjoying that little wild streak we don’t let out often enough. About those fantasies we rarely get the opportunity to indulge. About stretching limits, checking out the dark side, and maybe even acting a little naughty. They’re about escape and fun and pleasure and romance.
And, yes, even love, because while wicked-great sex is good, happily ever after with wicked-great sex is even better.
Skye (aka Joan) lives on the central coast of California in the heart of wine country with her husband and two daughters. As often as possible, she retreats to a hotel with critique partners for a power-writing week where much drinking, laughing, and yes, even working, ensues. When she’s not writing, Skye goes to breakfast with her hubby, attends her daughters’ barrel races, and spends a lot of time with her own horse, Riddle…while her two dogs, Paxton and Indie, tag along. She also loves to read, knit, craft, row, ride, and dabble in photography.
After a tragic incident in Afghanistan leaves Master Sergeant Nathan Ryker the only man standing in his tight-knit team, he spirals into an alcohol-and-sex induced escape. A call from his lifelong buddy pulls Ryker from the shadows with a request for help with his stunt company’s latest blockbuster. If Ryker can survive the next three weeks of leave and get back to his remaining men, he might just be all right. But a sexy woman who can take his mind off his trauma is too hard to resist, and when he hooks up with Renegades’ sultry, snarky office manager, his sanity takes a backseat to his first glimpse of a future he isn’t sure he deserves.
Still reeling from a bitter romantic betrayal, Rachel Hart wants nothing more than an uncomplicated hookup. So when the mysterious Nathan seduces her with a little dirty talk and one delicious kiss, Rachel drowns all her good sense in a Mandarin and soda and gives herself over to a night of sexual bliss. But her memories tarnish in the morning light when Rachel discovers his real identity and his link to Renegades. Her job and her friends are the only thing holding her life together, and she won’t be ruined by one sultry night with this damaged and dangerously sexy man.
Goodreads book page: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18590903-ricochet
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Skye is giving away the following at each stop:
- 1 American Flag Military Dog Tag Swarovski Crystals (1 winner)
This sparkly, all-American military dog tag is symbolic of the tags Ryker wears RICOCHET, but much prettier.
The front features the American flag embellished with real Swarovski Crystals.
The reverse side is custom engraved with one of the following RENEGADE taglines:
MY HEART BELONGS TO A RENEGADE
RENEGADES ARE MY WEAKNESS
EVERY WOMAN LOVES A RENEGADE
KEEP CALM AND LOVE A RENEGADE
DARE TO BE A RENEGADE
A RENEGADE STOLE MY HEART
I’M IN LOVE WITH A RENEGADE
MY (BOOK) BOYFRIEND IS A RENEGADE
WHO NEEDS A KNIGHT? I WANT A RENEGADE
REAL. ROMANTIC. REBELLIOUS. RENEGADE.
Each tag comes with a split ring for keychain or ball chain for pendant.
- 1 American Flag Paracord Zipper Pull (1 winner)
These patriotic cuties are made with quality 550 Paracord. Add them to everything you can imagine—for style and function! Ex: purses, luggage, jackets, camera bag, etc.
- 3 Digital copies of readers choice of any of the following books: (3 winners)
? Intimate Enemies
? First Temptation
? Sinful Deception
GRAND PRIZE for the tour:
Stylish GUESS wallet filled with $70 in gift cards + necklace! (Valued at $150)
- $25 Amazon
- $25 Barnes & Noble
- $20 iTunes
- Handmade necklace: Home of the Free Because of the Brave!
All I Want and More (Excerpt 20)
A Tasty Read (Excerpt 1)
Book Reads and Reviews (Excerpt 2)
Dirty Girl Romance (Excerpt 3)
Smut Book Club (Excerpt 4)
Kiss and Tell Reviews (Excerpt 5)
For The Love of Bookends (Excerpt 6)
Modokker Book Picks (Excerpt 7)
Ms. Romantic Reads (Excerpt 8)
What’s A Nice Girl Like You Doing On A Blog Like This? (Excerpt 9)
Romancing Rakes For The Love of Romance (Excerpt 10)
Same Book Different Review (Excerpt 11)
The Smutty Kitty (Excerpt 12)
Author Groupies (Excerpt 13)
Books-N-Kisses (Excerpt 14)
What I’m Reading (Excerpt 15)
Riverina Romantics (Excerpt 16)
So Many Reads (Excerpt 17)
Smokin’ Hot Blog (Excerpt 18)
Kate George (Excerpt 19)
Rachel gripped the arms of the rocker and stood, holding on until she stopped wavering. She really had loaded up that drink with quite a bit of vodka. Fortunately, that made her a little bit numb. Unfortunately, it also made her a lot horny.
The male voice calling Nathan’s name made Rachel stop on her way to the bedroom and look out the window again. Nathan stood at the edge of her view, hands in his pockets, head down, walking in the direction of his cabin, but stopped and turned when he heard his name.
“I’m tired, Marx. Whatever you want to talk about can wait until tomorrow.” Nathan sounded more than tired. He sounded discouraged and blue.
“It can if you want me to bring this up in front of other people.” Josh sauntered into Rachel’s view, and a sick feeling sank in her gut.
She stepped up to the window and curled her fingers around the frame.
“What now?” Nathan asked, pulling his hands from his pockets to plant them at his hips.
“Kandahar,” Josh said.
Nathan’s shoulders inched higher.
“Tell me about that,” Josh pushed.
Nathan closed the distance between them. He leaned in until they were nose to nose. “It’s none of your fucking business.”
His voice was low, measured, filled with warning and pain. Pain that reached into Rachel’s chest and squeezed until she found it hard to breathe.
“It is if it compromises safety,” Josh said.
Nathan eased back and crossed his arms but said nothing.
“That was a very bad incident,” Josh said.
“Just how the fuck do you know about anything?”
“Your contacts are worth shit.”
“Actually,” he said, “my contacts are extremely reliable.”
“Then you don’t need me to tell you about it.”
“I’d like to hear your side. Hear how you believe it wasn’t your fault. Because I can’t figure that out from the information I got.”
Nathan lunged for Josh and grabbed the other man’s shirt. The movement was so fast, Rachel didn’t see anything but a blur between the second Nathan dropped his arms and the moment he had Josh nearly pulled off his feet by the shirt.
“It wasn’t my fault.” He thrust Josh back so far, Rachel had to move to the edge of the window and put her face to the screen to see where he’d landed. “And I sure as shit don’t have to prove that to you.”
Josh sauntered back into view, hands down at his sides. “Then why’d your CO force you to take a leave?”
“Because I haven’t been back to the States in two years.”
“Sure it wasn’t because you aren’t mentally stable enough to stay out on the line?”
“Shut your mouth before you can’t talk anymore, Marx.”
“Sure it wasn’t because your PTSD was out of control?”
Rachel sucked a breath and held it.
Nathan took another menacing step forward, but Josh sidestepped and kept his hands ready in a way that reminded Rachel of Keaton, the Renegades’ martial arts expert.
“What happened to you out there, man?” Josh asked, his tone more disrespectful than compassionate. “Had to be hella bad to get your CO to fly your sorry ass back to the States from halfway around the world.”
“Either you fire me or you shut your fucking mouth,” Nathan warned, fists clenching, body tilted forward, ready for a fight. “And if you say anything to anyone, you will see a slander lawsuit that will strip you of your fancy posh life. A life my work overseas helps make possible.”
“Don’t give me that patriotic bullshit,” Josh bit back. “If you cost a life here, you’re no good to us anywhere—in the US or Afghanistan or Iraq or fucking Timbuktu. And that is my business. If you don’t tell me, someone else will.”
Josh turned and walked back toward the dining room.
Nathan stood there a long minute, unmoving. Rachel ached to go to him, to wrap her arms around him and explain that Josh really was looking out for Renegades and the staff and the actors. But he wouldn’t understand. And his pride would surely be crushed if he knew she’d witnessed the argument.
Finally, Nathan raked both hands through his hair, then jerking his fists down to his sides with a sound of supreme anger as he turned toward his room. But his gaze paused on Rachel’s cabin. Could he see her? Fuck, he’d be so pissed…
But he only continued to turn and stalked to his own room, flipping on the light and slamming the door so hard Rachel jumped.
Her heart beat hard; her breaths came fast. She’d promised herself that if he’d returned to his room alone, she’d make the jump. She’d throw caution to the wind and go to him. Offer herself. Because she wasn’t even sure how to seduce a man anymore. Now she wondered if she ever had.
But…he was so angry…
And, hell, what if he slammed the door in her face…
“Then I could say I tried,” she murmured, the answer surprising her own ears.
Before she could change her mind, she slipped off her panties, pushed into her boots, and walked out of her cabin.