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Extreme Risk #3
Tracy Wolff
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015


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.

“Stomp it out there.”

Relief sweeps through me and I smile, probably way more than his comment warrants.

“I plan on it.”

I fasten my wakeboard onto my feet, then slide over the side of the boat and into the water with a splash. I gasp a little at the chill of it—it’s only September, but up here in the mountains, the water is already pretty cold. Not cold enough for a wetsuit, but definitely cold enough to make me shiver at first contact.

“You ready?” Z calls.

I grab the line, get myself in position with my knees pulled toward my chest and the board on its side, running parallel to the back of the boat.

“Hit it!” I tell him.

He laughs a little maniacally, but when he starts moving forward, he keeps it slow and steady. But that’s Z for you. He’s an adrenaline junkie who will try just about anything once—even stuff that’s almost guaranteed to kill him—but when it comes to the rest of us, he’s totally rock solid, totally responsible.

It’s one of the things I love about him. One of the things that used to make me think I was in love with him even though it was really more infatuation than anything else. There aren’t many people in my life who try to take care of me—the fact that Z always did made him special. But confusing that kind of friendship with love was stupid on my part, and something I totally got over once I accepted Ophelia wasn’t going anywhere. Because she loves Z for real and he loves her the same way. What she’s done for him—how she’s helped him come to grips with all the shit in his own life—matters more to me than any feelings I might have had for him way back when.

“Hey, faster,” I call, when he seems determined to be all old lady about the speed thing. “We’re barely moving!”

He lets out another maniacal laugh, but waves his hand in acknowledgement. And then we’re moving, cruising through the water at a speed that’s enough to get my adrenaline pumping.

I shift my hips, let the board sink like it’s been wanting to since we started moving. I can feel the pull in my shoulders now, but resist standing up. Not yet, not yet, not yet . . .

We hit what feels like about twenty miles an hour, and that’s when I pull up. We’re racing across the lake now, and I’m laughing as water sprays up into my face. For long seconds, I keep my arms relaxed, my knees bent, and just ride. We’re going fast, and the boat is kicking the water up, making it a little choppy. But I like it that way—and as Z lays on the speed, I shift my weight and pop a couple Ollies.

Logan cheers, and I laugh, but settle in to do a couple more tricks for him—a corked spin followed by a monkey spin, an invert, a couple different turns. Z guns it then, gets the boat up to what I’m guessing is twenty-three or so miles per hour as he doubles, then triples up.

I’m grinning like a crazy person now, but I love riding when he does that, love what it feels like when the wakes cross and hit three times normal size. Lowering my shoulders, I tuck in, then when it feels right, when it feels perfect, I jump. I catch mad air, just like I’d hoped, and I do a double inverted cork that I land perfectly, despite the huge wake.

It’s a great fucking feeling. The trick. The landing. The rush.

Logan screams encouragement, and I can hear Tansy and Ophelia clapping, too, so I do it again.

I land harder this time—the wake is dissipating and I don’t catch as much air, but it still works. Except then Luc gets up, says something to Z, though I can’t hear what. Then the boat starts to slow, much to my disappointment.

I get one more small jump in before Z gets the speed down too low to board. I let go of the rope, fall backward into the water, then reach down and unlace the boots that hold my feet onto the board as I wait for Z to circle back and pick me up.

It only takes a minute or two, and then Luc is pulling me up and into the boat. Looks like he remembers I exist, after all. Which, hey, I’m not about to knock.

“Thanks,” I say as I set my board next to him.

He just nods, then drops his hands so fast that I can’t help being a little insulted. I mean, we’re not in elementary school and I don’t have cooties.

My first book by Tracy Wolff–and I really liked it! I know nothing–absolutely NOTHING–about extreme sports in general and snowboarding in particular, so those bits went right over my head (though they sounded cool, for the most part, except when they sounded flippin’ insane) but it didn’t detract from my enjoyment of the story at all. You don’t have to know or even like snowboarding to enjoy this book, nor do you have to have read the first two books in the series.

Though of course they’ve both been added to my TBR already. Gosh darn you, Tracy Wolff. 😉

What I really liked about this book were the characters. Luc and Cam are a classic example of friends to lovers–apparently they shared a night together near the end of book two ( Shattered , fueled by alcohol and which completely freaked Cam out the day after, so she took off. The two have pretty much each been pretending the other doesn’t exist since then, and that’s where this book starts.

Fortunately, the two don’t manage to stay away from each other for long in this one, because, hello, their chemistry is un-freaking believable; unfortunately, they can’t seem to have the “this is where I want this thing between us to go” conversation with each other for, oh, the entire book. Yep, it’s one of those the entire conflict could be resolved with one simple conversation stories–but for a change this didn’t actually drive me crazy. Ms. Wolff did a stellar job of making the reasons why they weren’t having that simple conversation pretty believable.

Not to say it didn’t get frustrating at times, because it definitely did–but it wasn’t completely outside the realm of probability, which was refreshing.

My only real complaint is that the conflict was resolved really, really quickly–and fairly easily–in one of the world’s shortest scenes ever and then bam! the book’s over. I really wanted a bit more there–just a page or two to enjoy Luc and Cam togetherness, or possibly both of them having to put in a teensy bit more effort first after all that angst–but it was a happy ending, so I can’t complain too much. Apparently there’s a book 4 ( Axed ) in the works–definitely sign me up for that one!

Rating: 4 stars / A-

I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.

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The Extreme Risk Series
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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