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Title: Jordan Reclaimed

Author: Scarlett Cole

Series: Preload #1

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Pub. Date: February 28, 2017

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Dear Reader,

I know how much you loved the couples at Second Circle

Tattoos. So for my next series, I wanted to give you more of

the characters you have already come to care about.

Welcome to Preload. For those who have read The Purest

Hook, Preload is hero Dred Zanders' band. And yes, for all of

you who wrote to me asking for the band members to each

get their own stories after reading The Purest Hook, here

they are. Jordan is up first and will be followed by Elliott,

Nikan, and Lennon. I can't wait for you to get to know and

fall in love with these men who grew up in a group home

together and the women who bring them to their knees.

And for those who haven't read The Purest Hook, it doesn't

matter because these stories are all completely stand-alone.

Love, Scarlett

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?

Man that was one freaking good book. This is not the first

book by Scarlett Cole I have read. But now I cannot wait to

read the rest in this new series. But this is a spin-off of the

Second Circle Tattoos. In fact The Purest Hook, book is

Dred Zanders' story and he is in the Preload band. Which

made it so easy to decide to read this book. Had to see

what happened to his brothers his band mates. The book

is so masterfully written. And it had me hooked, reading on

to see what happened next. I love the way Scarlet handled

dealing with their individual issues.

This book is Jordan’s Story. He is the bass guitarist in the

preload band. But he also has a lot of issues to deal with.

Having been taking from his family at the age of ten, he

moved though the foster system till he ended up in the group

home with his now brothers and band mates. He is fine

living the rock star life most of the time. Till late one night

while taking petal for a walk he sees Alexa dancing in her

studio window. And that is when his whole world changes.

Maybe there is some light left to his dark. She is amazing,

but she has problems too. Her father is a real pain in her,

well everything. The things he has done to her over the

years have really messed her up. So much so that she may

be risking her health. But hopefully Jordan will be able to

help her and she him. Maybe they can begin to heal together.

Now before I ruin this for you I will leave off here. I hope

you enjoy this book as much as I did. If you do like this

book, please consider leaving a review. The Authors really

like it when you do; they value your opinions too.

He got it.

He finally got it.

He got why John Lennon left the Beatles for Yoko.

He got why Dred wrote a love song for Pixie.

From the moment Jordan’s lips touched Lexi’s, he couldn’t imagine anything else feeling and tasting quite so perfect for the rest of his life.

He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she groaned, opening for him. He thrust his hands further into her hair as their tongues touched. She tasted of wine and sweetness, and he couldn’t get enough.

While her eyes were closed, his were open, unwilling to miss a single moment of what was happening between them. He angled her head, and she rose up on her toes to meet him. He thought he was going to faint as the blood rushed from his brain to his cock, which ached for contact.

Lexi’s arms wound their way around his waist, her hands finding the way under his leather jacket and sweater to rest upon his back. Skin on skin. How he wanted them to be. Naked. Exposed. Nothing between them as he made love to her in a huge bed that they could stay in for days.

Except he didn’t have a huge bed. And he didn’t have the kind of room she deserved to stay in. He had an attic. And a box under his bed that held his most treasured possessions that nobody else would understand. A secondhand copy of Scales, Chords & Arpeggios, and the first birthday card he ever received from Maisey and Ellen. Random shit nobody else would care about.

Jordan pulled away slowly and looked carefully at Lexi. Her lips were pink and plump, her cheeks flushed, her eyes wide.

“Jordan,” she whispered.

“I gotta go. Bye, Lexi,” he said. He needed to get home and then drink enough to forget about her. Banish the stupid idea swirling around in his mind that they could have any kind of relationship. He should never have kissed her. It was hard enough to walk away before, but now that he had a clearer idea of what it was he was actually walking away from, it hurt all the more.

“Wait,” Lexi said as she grabbed his arm.

The small voice in his brain told him to keep walking, but he couldn’t. Instead, he turned to see what she wanted.

Lexi grabbed a pen from her purse, the one she had given him to sign the napkin in the restaurant. She reached for his hand and turned it over so his palm was facing up and quickly scribbled something on it. When she was done, she stood on her tiptoes again and kissed his cheek.

Weakness was a new sensation, but he felt it down to his boots as, against his better judgment, he leaned his cheek ever so slightly toward her lips.

“Good night, Jordan,” she said and bounced up the porch, grabbing her hat from the chair where Jordan had tossed it.

She paused in the doorway to wave good-bye and then closed the door silently shut.

Only when he was certain that she was definitely gone did he allow himself the luxury of seeing what she had written on his hand. It was a phone number. Despite himself, he felt a murmur of excitement that she found him worthy of a second date.

Jordan turned toward home. As snow began to fall again, he hurriedly made the short hike across the Don Valley river and ravine to his neighborhood, trying to halt the avalanche of emotions because of ten hand-scribed digits.