It's release day for Jennifer Iacopelli's Losing at Love. This is the second book in Jennifer's Outer Banks Tennis Academy series, and I am so excited to be sharing it with you!! Check out all the fantastic release day info, and be sure to enter Jennifer's giveaway!!
Losing at Love (Outer Banks Tennis Academy #2)by Jennifer Iacopelli
Release Date: February 24th 2015
Synopsis:
Grass courts, tennis whites and the fiercest competition in the world. Wimbledon. After two crazy weeks in Paris, the girls of the Outer Banks Tennis Academy are headed to London with just one thing on their minds: winning.
Indiana Gaffney is fresh off a surprise win at the French Open junior tournament. Sponsors are clamoring for her attention, but what she wants more than anything—aside from a wild card to Wimbledon—is to be with Jack Harrison, but international fame and a secret relationship rarely mix well.
When Penny Harrison dreamed of playing at Wimbledon she never imagined agonizing pain shooting through her ankle with every step. With just a month until the tournament and the whole world expecting her to win, she’s determined to play, with or without the support of her coach or the love of her life, Alex Russell.
For the first time ever, no one expects anything from Jasmine Randazzo. After a crushing first-round defeat in the French Open juniors, the tennis world has given up on her, but worse than that, so have her parents, her best friend Teddy and maybe even her coach. With everyone writing her off, can she find it within herself to go after her dreams?
Paris, France
Indiana
Gaffney gasped, her eyes flying open and locking on the glistening object
across the hotel room. It reflected the muted television behind her, the French
Open final, the red of the court, blurry in the polished silver. A large, round
plate, innocuous to the untrained eye, with the sizeable laser carved logo of
Roland Garros at the center, was braced against the mirror hanging on the hotel
room wall. The mirror reflected the match clearly, the broad steps and fierce
rallies of two men battling it out for the French Open Men’s title. But those
men were mere afterthoughts as her eye caught a set of shoulders stretching the
material of his t-shirt thin, not a mere image from the television, but broad
and warm and real. Strong hands slid down her back, fingers twining into the
ends of her long blonde hair, tugging on it gently, drawing her gaze away from
the mirror and back to the green eyes of the man in her bed.
He kissed her
soundly, sending shivers down her spine and making her hips rock against his and
her legs tighten around his waist. “It’s not gonna disappear if you take your
eyes off it,” Jack Harrison muttered into the skin of her neck, nipping at it
lightly with his teeth.
“Feels like it
will,” she whispered back, tilting her head to give him better access. Most of
her mind was focused on what he was doing with his hands and mouth, but that
plate, the one that declared in no uncertain terms that she was the new French
Open junior champion, would not be ignored. Not even for the guy who made her heart
pound like no one else ever had before, the guy who, up until a few days ago,
could barely look at her without his shoulders slumping with guilt. Their age
gap hadn’t shrunk in the days full of soft kisses and nights far more intense —
though perhaps not as intense as she’d like — but he wasn’t fighting their
attraction anymore. She hadn’t chased him, not really, but he’d known she
wanted him, almost from the moment they first met. Then he’d found out how old
she was and he started treating her like a flashing red SEVENTEEN was stamped
across her forehead, every year between them creating an accompanying foot of
distance. In the end, the attraction had been too much, even for someone as
painfully good as Jack Harrison.
“Hey, Champ,
you in there?” Jack’s voice brought her back, his lips spelling out the words
against her shoulder.
“Champ?” Indy
hummed and smiled. “I like the sound of that.” In fact, she liked the sound of
it so much she planned on winning again the next chance she got, on the grass
courts at Wimbledon.
“I bet you do.
Get used to it, baby,” Jack said, his whole face lighting up as he shifted his
weight forward, tilting her back onto the bed. A shriek bubbled up through her
throat and the giggles followed as he leaned over her, bracing himself on his
elbows and then smothering her laughter with the press of his mouth. As his
tongue slid against hers, she turned herself over to it, letting herself revel
in the dreams of future victories and the celebrations that would follow.
Jennifer Iacopelli was born in New York and has no plans to leave...ever. Growing up, she read everything she could get her hands on, but her favorite authors were Laura Ingalls Wilder, L.M. Montgomery and Frances Hodgson Burnett all of whom wrote about kick-ass girls before it was cool for girls to be kick-ass. She got a Bachelor's degree in Adolescence Education and English Literature quickly followed up by a Master's in Library Science, which lets her frolic all day with her books and computers, leaving plenty of time in the evenings to write and yell at the Yankees, Giants and her favorite tennis players through the TV.
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