SLASHED
Extreme Risk #3
Tracy Wolff
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
Loveswept
Rating: 4 Stars
Rating: 4 Stars
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Do nice guys always finish last? In the new Extreme Risk novel from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tracy Wolff, a burnt-out underdog and a vulnerable tomboy defy the pressure to be perfect and go after what they really want.
Bighearted and easygoing, Luc Jennings is falling behind in a family of serious overachievers. While he may be decent enough at snowboarding to turn pro and rack up some sponsors, he’s never topped any podiums—unlike his friends Z, Ash, and Cam. Luc’s always been head over heels for Cam Bradley, but she’s never seen him as anything more than a friend. Now, after years of coming in second, Luc can’t take it anymore—especially if it means watching Cam chase another guy.
Cam hangs out almost exclusively with dudes, and that’s fine by her. She’d much rather be shredding at the Olympics than primping in the mirror. Cam’s wildest dreams have a way of coming true - except when it comes to getting her longtime crush and best friend, Z Michaels, to notice her. Then her mother suddenly shows up after being gone for, like, ever, and Cam’s whole world comes crashing down. Desperate for a place to lay low, she turns to the one person who’s always had her back.
Try as he might to move on, Luc could never leave Cam hanging. He lets her crash at his place—and it isn’t long before she winds up in his bed. With Cam running scared and her icy facade starting to melt at last, Luc’s determined to finally win the only prize that matters.
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My Thoughts:
Something has changed in the relationship between Luc Jennings and
Cameron “Cam” Bradley. The reader will
have no trouble feeling the apprehension that has developed between the two. You will also be able to see how young these
two are. They both love a sport that
both men and women can excel at.
This is a story that reminds me how old I am but the good news is
that I can live vicariously through this author. I’m envious as to how free-spirited these
characters seem to be. The author shows
how tender some people’s feelings can be - especially the ones that are just
out of their teen years. She’s created a
couple that are trying to figure out how to be just that – a couple. I got a little frustrated with these two at
times but that’s when I remember that it’s all part of learning how to be an
adult. Although there were times when
Cam shows she’s still not ready to take that step.
I love reading this author’s work but if you’re past a certain
age, you may have a hard time identifying with these characters – especially
with some of terms they use. But it
helps to develop the characters and it doesn’t mean you still can’t enjoy the
book. If you’re looking for inspiration,
you might want to check out some of the “X” games.
You don’t need to read the other books in the series in order to
enjoy this one. But if you want to know
more about the friends, then I would go back and read Shattered and Shredded. Some things felt like they were left
unresolved and we’ll just have to wait and see if they get resolved in another
book or will we have to use our imaginations.
Excerpt:
Fuck,
she looks good. And fuck, it’s hard to keep my eyes off of her.
Like
the other girls, Cam’s dressed in a bikini. But unlike Ophelia and Tansy, hers
isn’t two little scraps of cloth held together with strings. No, in typical Cam
fashion, she’s wearing a simple black suit that’s much more about athletic
function than hotness factor. And still she looks fucking fantastic in it. All
long, lean lines and tanned, gorgeous skin, with legs that go on forever—legs
that seem specifically designed to drape themselves over a guy’s shoulders as
he thrusts into her again and again and again.
Not
that I care. Not anymore. I may have been in love with her once upon a time,
but after the disastrous one night we spent together, I am totally over it.
Completely.
Absolutely.
Or
at least that’s what I tell myself once a day. More if I’m actually around her
for any length of time.
Fake
it till you make it. That’s the motto I’m living by these days.
“Dude,
where the hell did that come from?” Ash demands as he sits down on the edge of
the boat and fastens himself into his wakeboard.
I
shrug. The last thing I want to say is the truth, which is I’m sick to fucking
death of always coming in last. I’m a good athlete, a really good athlete, and
in any other group, that would probably count for something. With my three best
friends—all of whom top snowboarding podiums on a regular basis—not so much.
It’s
not that I’m jealous of them, because I’m not. They’ve each had some really
bad, really heavy shit to deal with through the years and I figure their mad
skills are kind of the universe’s way of evening up the scales. Still, it’d be
nice to not always feel like the loser. Like the ballast they cart around, not
because I contribute anything to the team but out of loyalty.
“That
was totally wicked,” Ophelia tells me as I move to the front of the boat. “I’ve
never seen anything like that before.”
“Thanks.”
I shoot her a smile, even knowing she’s just trying to make me feel better.
“Uh,
sure you have,” Z tells her even as he grins at me. “I do believe you’ve seen
me work a half-pipe before.”
She
rolls her eyes. “Of course, baby. And you have a bigger penis, too.”
“Hey,
now!” I squawk in mock affront. “That seems a little judgmental considering you
haven’t seen the goods.”
“You
want to fix that?” she asks, eyebrows raised. But she’s been Z’s girl long
enough for me to know she’s all bravado.
I
reach for the waist of my board shorts. “Sure—”
“No!”
Z stands up abruptly, grabbing onto Ophelia as he does. “No, she doesn’t.” He’s
picking her up in his arms and striding over to the side of the boat while I
slip into the vacated driver’s spot.
“You
want to take a go?” I shout to him, but instead of answering he just steps onto
the bench seat at the back of the boat.
“Don’t
you dare,” Ophelia shrieks. “I mean it, Z! You better no—” Her shriek is
abruptly cut off when he jumps in the water, still carrying her.
I
glance at Ash, who’s just shaking his head like when’s she going to learn?
I know exactly what he means. Z pretty much dares everything
and telling him not to do something is a surefire way to get him to do just
that.
Logan
and Cam are close to hysterical they’re laughing so hard, and when I glance in
the water at Ophelia—who’s still so shocked that her mouth is opening and
closing like a guppy’s—I can’t blame them. Especially when she finally seems to
come around and starts smacking at Z, who’s laughing just as hard as the other
two.
Tansy
keeps glancing back and forth between the lot of them like they’ve all escaped
from an insane asylum. But when Ophelia finally stops beating up on Z, Tansy
leans over the side of the boat and calls, “Here. I’ll help you up.”
Ash
heads toward her—to help, I’m sure. Tansy isn’t close to being as fragile as
she was when we first met her a couple months ago and she was fresh off of
chemo, but Ash still has a tendency to treat her like glass. But before he can
get there, Ophelia grabs her hand and yanks.
Tansy’s
only protest is an astonished little squeak, and then she’s tumbling headfirst
into the lake. Ash makes a dive for her, misses, and falls in after her.
By
now Cam and Logan are laughing so hard they’re practically crying, and I’m not
far behind. Especially when Ophelia leaps on Z’s back and starts trying to
drown him.
It’s
second nature for me to look at Cam, to try to catch her eye and share the
joke. At least until I remember that we don’t do that anymore. We don’t do
anything anymore. So, I look at Logan instead, and that’s when I see it. The
wistfulness. The envy. He won’t say it—the kid never says it—but I know he
misses being able to jump out of the boat without a second thought. Misses
being able to just do what he wants instead of having to plan every little
thing out beforehand. After running it by Ash, who we’ve already established
has major protective issues when it comes to the people he loves.
The
boat is stopped, but I turn the ignition all the way off before I climb out of
the pilot’s seat and head toward him. I pick him up easily—he may be long but
he’s also super lanky—throw him over my shoulder. “Hold your breath,” I warn,
then jump off the back of the boat without waiting to see if he follows
directions. It’s exactly what I would have done a year ago, before the
accident, and though there’s a tiny part of me that questions if it’s really
okay, I tamp it down. Except for the paralysis, he’s all healed up. In as good
a shape as any other fourteen-year-old boy. So to hell with it. He deserves to
have fun, too.
I
hold onto him until we surface, making sure he can tread water using just his
arms—which he does just fine despite the fact that he’s still laughing. Only
then do I glance at Ash, expecting him to bitch me out. Which is fine. I know
how he is and I’m prepared for it. Except when our eyes meet, his are filled
with something that looks an awful lot like—shame.
I
shoot him a questioning look, but he just shakes his head. Mouths “thank you,”
then moves over to dunk his brother a second time.
Cam
joins us after a couple minutes, and even though I know it’s totally
masochistic, I can’t stop myself from swimming up behind her. From putting my
hands on the silky skin of her waist.
“Hey,
don’t—” she says with a laugh, twisting around to see which one of us is going
to dunk her.
But
dunking her is the last thing on my mind—even if I did start out with that as a
vague plan—and when her surprised eyes meet mine, I don’t push down until she’s
underwater. I don’t pull away, though, either. Instead I stay right where I am,
hands lightly resting above her hips, thumbs gently stroking at the hard, flat
plane of her abs.
Her
green eyes are huge as she watches me watching her, and then she smiles a
little tremulously. “Hi.” It’s almost a whisper.
“Hi,”
I say back. It’s the first word I’ve said to her in weeks that hasn’t at least
been partially for show.
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New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff lives in Texas and teaches writing at her local community college. She is married and the mother of three young sons.
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