She’s a Spitfire
Chloe Liese
(Tough Love #2)
Publication date: June 24th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense
One fiery-haired, sexy scientist finds her perfect complement in a dark and handsome soccer star. Opposites attract, and they’ve got chemistry that’s explosive—literally.
Physics calls it entropy. Philosophy calls it Murphy’s Law: If something can go wrong, eventually it will. Professionally and personally speaking, Zed’s familiar with the principle. After a decade of trying to alter the atomic makeup of the mafia from its nucleus, now he’s set on leaving The Life and pursuing his heart. Problem is, the sassy, hot-headed spitfire he can’t quit is meddling in his slow burn escape plan, and turning it into full-on combustion.
Not to mention, Nairne’s got a painful history she won’t talk about and more secrets than she has lab instruments—which is really saying something. In an ideal world, the bad boy footballer would follow the brainy beauty overseas and they’d live happily ever after. But Murphy’s Law is proven true, as Zed finds his world imploding and his escape plan foiled. These enemies turned lovers end up discovering how costly it can be to meet the right person at the wrong time.
A present he can’t escape.
A past she can’t forget.
A future they won’t stop fighting for.
They say all’s fair in love…and war.
Book Two in the Tough Love Series—an enemies to lovers, suspenseful romance, full of sexy Italians, feisty heroines, globe-trotting action, and an ending that’ll both satisfy you and leave you ready for more!
EXCERPT
Hitting womanhood in France under the spotlight of footballer stardom, and the socialite attention that Elodie and I garnered was not a typical teen experience. In France, if you were rich enough to get into elite clubs, you were old enough to drink. Obscenely expensive whiskey, fine wine, absurd gambling and dares. Nights that turned into mornings, full of dancing and groping, covert bathroom fucks, and morning after pills.
I hadn’t been a saint. With my family gone, I’d been answerable to no one, and Elodie was my partner in crime and best enabler. She drank us all under the table and danced the longest, sang the loudest, and if you got her tanked enough, she’d start playing virtuosic piano pieces. The woman could bloody play.
In that time, I hadn’t any serious, committed relationships. Then I’d gotten injured and shut down. And then I’d gotten hot and heavy with biomechanics and molecular design, multivariate calculus, and human systems. Enter Zed. Though he was outside my experience with both the duration and exclusivity we agreed to, we’d felt…manageably reactive at first. Our exposure to each other had an expiration date, a definite closure to our explosive dynamic. But then we went from a contained flame to a four-alarm fire.
It was the point when you stood back and watched the consuming burn with an acceptance that all the water in the world wasn’t going to quell the inferno. And not only that it wasn’t going to, I didn’t want it to. I’d been cold and lifeless too long, and when Zed had sparked with me, made me fight and cry and feel again, there was no going back. I hadn’t wanted our connection to end, to fade to a dying ember, an echo of a once glorious blaze. I still didn’t.
Now Zed was free, and he’d come to England, like it was so natural, so matter-of-fact. Signing with an English club, buying a flat. Extending an open invitation to move in. Zed lived by his instinct, like he’d internalized some intrinsic life compass that directed his every move as autonomically as his brain kept his lungs breathing, his pumping heart steady.
I didn’t understand it one bit. But I liked it. Loved it actually, as I loved him. I just had no clue what I was doing. We’d obliterated the old formula—closed system, timed exposure, finite variables. I had no sense of the conditions, the context to optimize our success. I didn’t know what factors to throw out, or what environment would allow us to flourish while still preserving my own independence and sense of self. I didn’t play around in my lab, why would I in life? I needed a tutorial or something.
Author Bio:
Chloe’s always been a sucker for a suspenseful steamy romance, ever since she managed to find the one saucy mystery series hiding in her high school’s prim little library. Nothing drives her crazier than a story that cranks up the heat, then closes the door on the reader’s face, so don’t read her books if you don’t want to know what actually happens when the lights fade to black…
When she’s not writing, Chloe’s busy reading books of all genres, rereading Harry Potter (which she can’t help but make her characters similarly obsessed over), and playing catch-up with her bad@$$ little girls. She’s also been known to scramble around the pitch for a pick-up soccer match and run along the river while dreaming up her next book.
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Thanks for being on the tour! :)
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