JORDAN RECLAIMED by Scarlett Cole
E-Original published by Swerve
Publication Date: February 28, 2017
Jordan Steele’s life began when he was ten. When he was taken from his parents and a house that was never a home. When he met his brothers, the other lost and abandoned boys in his group home. When he learned what friendship and family and love looked like.
Now he’s made good, touring the world with the band he and his brothers formed in that crowded group home. No one but his found family really knows the man under the fame and fortune, the scars he hides behind the rockstar lifestyle. Until he sees her through the windows of the National Ballet, dancing, and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so dark.
Aleksandra Artemov ticks all the ballet boxes. Father a legendary Kirov dancer. Check. Prepping since birth for classical ballet. Check. Compulsive control over the food she eats. Check. Principal dancer at The National Ballet of Canada. Check. But what she craves is freedom.
She craves Jordan.
Everything about him should terrify her. His size, his tattoos, his edge. But he doesn’t. He stirs her very soul. Jordan has nothing but himself to offer her, and he's never been good enough for anyone. Can he figure out how to face his own demons before he loses his light for good?
SCARLETT COLE is a writer of contemporary romance and a two-time RITA finalist. Her debut, The Strongest Steel, was a Best Debut Goodreads Author Finalist 2015. Born in England, Scarlett traveled the world, living in Japan and the United States before settling in Canada where she met her own personal hero – all six and a half feet of him. She now lives with her husband and children in Manchester, England.
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Lexi couldn't believe what was happening. One minute he’d been about to tell her to leave, and the next his lips were on hers, driving her crazy. There was nothing soft or gentle about the way he pressed his mouth to hers, but as he ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, she was more than willing to open them and let him in. She teased him by running the tip of her tongue along his. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest as they kissed each other furiously.
He did want her. Even though his words didn’t say it, and his attempts to get her to leave were in complete contrast to it, the need for her was there. It gave her something to work with.
It gave her hope.
Jordan slid his hand around the back of her neck and gripped her tightly to him. It was rough, but glorious. Unrestrained and consuming. Raw.
She opened her eyes and found Jordan watching her. "Close your eyes, Lexi, please," he moaned against her lips. But she couldn't. She needed to see him. Needed to know that he was in this moment as deeply as she was.
Without thought, she ran her hand down Jordan's chest, feeling the undulation of his abs. Jordan gripped her hand. "Don't touch me, Lex. Let me touch you. But please. Close your eyes."
"No," Lexi said, and using all her dancer's strength, she pushed Jordan back against the sofa so she could sit across him. Her dress rose up her thighs, yet she didn't have it in her to care. "Please, let me be with you, Jordan. No rules," she said, leaning forward to kiss the scar behind his ear. Jordan shivered at her touch. "Don't make me look away," she whispered against his skin as she kissed his neck. "I want to see you. To know it's you I'm with. To know you know it's me."