"I can not remember seeing such a well developed set of second characters ever. Everything about them simply drew me in. The darkness, the light , the hope and the devastation." -- JERI'S BOOK ATTIC
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?
Praise for JORDAN RECLAIMED
"An emotional, sexy, angst-free love story featuring two broken people overcoming the demons of their past, learning to trust and find strength in each other, and following their hearts." - AJ (Goodreads)
"I thought that nothing could compete with the love I had for “The Strongest Steel” written by this author but I was so wrong! “Jordan Reclaimed” is just as amazing and magical!" - Elena's Book Blog
"And as with any other Scarlett Cole story, she manages to incorporate humor and good lord the sex scenes are hot enough to melt your kindle. The woman knows how to pull everything together so perfectly. Heartache, Love, Sexy Times, and Laughter, what more do you need?" - Tanya (I <3 Books)
"Now I want to go home, play some heavy metal (and that's not my thing), pretend like I know how to dance, and re-read this story again. Like the kids say "all the feels" for this one." - Anna (Goodreads)
"It was a gripping and heart-breaking story to read. You will fall in love with Lexi & Jordan marked by tragic memories, hot chemistry, and poignant moments between the rest of the characters." - Lisa (Goodreads)
"This book was wonderful, as expected with Scarlett Cole. Her writing is magic! Can't wait for more Preload!!" - Amber Norris (Goodreads)
"Once again Scarlett Cole's beautiful and poignant writing has seduced my mind and filled my heart with a wide range of emotions. This book is best savored slowly. The intriguing and well-paced plot kept me on my toes and the interesting and multi-layered characters made me fall madly and deeply in love with them." - Selma (Goodreads)
"I'm in awe of Scarlett Cole's talent!... This book was the perfect escape for me and I highly recommend it! If you are looking for a great read that will make you feel everything and leave you with a smile on your face - this book is for you. 5 stars!" - Sejla (Goodreads)
If it got any fucking colder, his ass was going to freeze off, hit the sidewalk, and become a special feature in next week’s People magazine.
Jordan Steele, bass guitarist for the metal band Preload, could have worn a hat to protect his ears from the biting freezing temperatures. He could feel frost gathering on his short beard. Since he’d made the decision to undercut his hair on one side of his head, he felt the cold even more acutely. But he embraced the bite of frigid air as the wind chill tested his limits. After all, the cold meant he was home.
As he and the rest of the band approached the narrow Cabbagetown Victorian house, he studied the steeply pointed gable and gingerbread trim. Colorful lights twinkled on the small Christmas tree perched in the three-sided bay window. The softly falling snow made the imposing three-story Toronto group home look picture perfect, camouflaging the anger and sadness that festered inside.
A small wreath decorated the front door he’d first knocked on at age twelve. While he’d been in the care of the Canadian foster and group home system since age ten, this was the only home he’d ever known. It had sucked balls to be forced out through the very same door at eighteen. Crown Ward status—the fancy official name for kids nobody wanted, even temporarily—had its limitations, and though he’d received some ongoing assistance until he was twenty-one, he hadn’t been allowed to continue to live with Ellen. The thought of living without the friends he thought of as brothers had driven him to . . . He shook his head to cast away the melancholy thought.
God, it was good to be home. Toronto felt millions of miles away from the glass mausoleum in L.A. the band had recently lived in. He’d been hugely relieved when they’d decided to put the house on the market six months earlier and resettle in Toronto permanently. It was hard to believe it was Christmas Eve already, another year almost done.
“Incoming!” someone yelled from behind him.
A solid ball of snow whizzed past Jordan’s ear. “Lennon, you jackass,” he said without even having to see who’d launched the missile. Lennon was the only one of his four bandmates to ever start that kind of shit.
“I remember the day you arrived,” Nikan said, walking up next to him. “You were a scrawny shit, and your stuff was packed into one plastic Canadian Tire shopping bag.”
Nobody knew that the Canadian Tire bag still sat in a box in his bedroom. Jordan looked down at the large Christmas-themed gift bag he carried, filled with thousands of dollars of presents. Funny how life—and more importantly, music—had changed him, changed all of them.