Release Blitz: Blind Landing by Carrie Aarons
Title: Blind Landing
Series: Flipped #1
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2016
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?
Novak 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, as he told me to call him last night, stroll 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 in a chalk-covered gym. 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 constantly 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, 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 Filipek’s, in my
sleep.
But having Spence watching me with those 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 Filipek and everything
he stands for, I need to focus to achieve my goals. I’m not here to
fulfill anyone else’s dreams, just my own. And partially my
families.
I don’t have time for Spencer Russell. And what’s
more, I have a feeling Spencer Russell does not have time or interest
for girlfriends either.
Spence salutes Novak, taunting him and
crossing the line just a little more than anyone would dare where
he’s concerned.
Then he turns to our group. “All right
chicas, 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.”
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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