Title: Spinning Out
Author: Lexi Ryan
Series: The Blackhawk Boys, Book 1
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Once, the
only thing that mattered to me was football—training, playing, and earning my
place on the best team at every level. I had it all, and I threw it away with a
semester of drugs, alcohol, and pissing off anyone who tried to stop me. Now
I’m suspended from the team, on house arrest, and forced to spend six months at
home to get my shit together. The cherry on top of my fuckup sundae? Sleeping
in the room next to mine is my best friend’s girl, Mia Mendez—the only woman
I’ve ever loved and a reminder of everything I regret.
I’m not sure if having Mia so close will be heaven or hell. She’s
off-limits—and not just because she’s working for my dad. Her heart belongs to
someone else. But since the accident that killed her brother and changed
everything, she walks around like a zombie, shutting out her friends and
ignoring her dreams. We’re both broken, numb, and stuck in limbo.
Until I
break my own rules and touch her.
Until she
saves me from my nightmares by climbing into my bed.
Until the
only thing I want more than having Mia for myself is to protect her from the
truth.
I can’t
rewrite the past, but I refuse to leave her heart in the hands of fate. For
this girl, I’d climb into the sky and rearrange the stars.
Lexi Ryan has been a favorite author of mine for years now. I was excited for her to release the first book in a new series and couldn't wait to be introduced to her new leading men.
The Blackhawk Boys Series starts with Arrow's story and it is not for the faint of heart. He went from having all the potential in the world to finding himself living at home with no future in sight. Mia Mendez isn't a saint either. She's made mistakes that unfortunately cost her everything, too. Needless to say our hero and heroine are carting around a lifetime's worth of emotional baggage and guilt for their actions.
Throw two damaged characters with an intertwined past together under the same roof and explosions are bound to happen. This plot reeled me in from the start as it wove a story from past to present with dual points of view. If you've read anything Lexi Ryan has written before, you know she doesn't spare the feelings of her readers. She isn't afraid to "go there" and write a story with some seriously shocking moments. Spinning Out is no different. This novel took me on an emotional roller coaster filled with heart wrenching emotion and fiery passion.
I thoroughly enjoyed Spinning Out and am excited to see what other surprises Ryan has in store for readers with her Blackhawk Boys Series.
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intense, emotional, and wickedly sexy. A former college professor, she
now writes full-time from her home in Indiana, where she lives with her
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Mia
I wake to a thump and sit up in bed.
It’s three in the morning and my room is dark, but there’s more thumping.
Someone’s kicking the wall between my room and Arrow’s.
My heart clenches as I picture him
on the other side having wild sex with some girl. Maybe some old fuck buddy
came over after I went to bed. Hell, for all I know it’s Gwen visiting her
stepson’s bed.
I dismiss the idea as quickly as it
comes. Arrow can’t tolerate Gwen, and he may have changed, but he’s never been
one to fuck girls he can’t tolerate.
There’s another thump, then I hear
Arrow’s voice. “No. Don’t.” Rough, choked words. And more thrashing. “Why?”
I throw off the covers and run to
his room, opening the door without a thought.
I don’t know what I expected to
find. Arrow is sleeping alone, tangled in his covers.
Frozen, I stare at him. Moonlight
spills in through the open curtains and casts shadows across his face. Sweat
glistens on his forehead, and his face twists in a grimace.
I step closer. I could touch him,
but I shouldn’t. “Arrow?”
He kicks. His arm flies out and hits
the wall.
“Arrow,” I repeat, louder this time.
He grabs my hand at the wrist and
flies upright in bed as his eyes pop open. He’s breathing hard, and anguish is
all over his face. For a minute, I feel like I can see inside him—all the
terrified, vulnerable parts he hides from the world. I can see inside him and I
know exactly what I’m looking at, because my dreams make me feel the same way.
“What are you doing here?” he asks
in a low whisper. The anger from earlier is gone from his voice.
“You were having a nightmare.”
His eyes rake over me—greedy,
hungry, desperate. “What? No red lace nightie? Or do you save that for my dad?
Like mother, like daughter?”
I gasp before I can stop myself. Why
doesn’t he just punch me? His fist to my face would hurt less than those words.
I yank my hand away, spin on my
heel, and walk toward the hall. As I reach for the knob, he’s behind me. He
slams his palm against the door, and it closes with a violent thunk. “I’m sorry,” he whispers behind
me, his breath on my neck. “I’m sorry I said that.”
I keep my gaze on his hand. Arrow
has the best hands. Big, strong, beautiful. And the first time they touched me
. . .
I squeeze my eyes shut at the
unwelcome memory, and shrug. “I need this job,” I say slowly. “Your stepmother
has made it clear that she’ll fire me if we can’t get along, and we both know
your dad will fire me if you ask him to. But please don’t. Please don’t screw
it up for me.”
“Mia,” he says softly, and I feel
him step closer, the heat of his body against my back. The rough pads of his
fingertips brush the hair from my neck, then his breath, hot and sweet, tickles
against that tender skin.
I’m frozen, divided between the wish
for his kiss and the fear of it. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. Hot tears roll down my
cheeks, and I don’t know what I’m apologizing for. For taking this job? For
going with Brogan that night when Arrow asked me not to? For entering his life
to begin with?
Yes. All of that. More. “I’m so
sorry.”
He drops one hand from the door and
the other from my neck. My body grows cool as he steps away.
“Stop apologizing,” he says.
I turn the knob and head to my room.
I don’t look back.
