About
the Book
Title:
A Sprint to His Heart
Author:
Lyla Bardan
Genre:
New Adult Romance
An ordinary young
woman with a dream to be a professional cyclist falls for an
extraordinary young man who thinks she’s anything but ordinary.
Bailey Meyers
doesn’t have time for distractions, much less a boyfriend, so why
does she agree to date the drop-dead sexy Fae artist who loves to
watch her race? Because for once, she’d like to take a risk off the
racecourse, even after her coach’s reminder of his no dating
policy. A policy that puts her racing career in jeopardy when she’s
kicked off the team, as if a concussion from a crash and an
accusation of doping with dark Fae blood wasn’t enough.
She can’t stay
away from the enchanting Piran of Sava…until she discovers he’s
not who she thought he was. Can their love stay on course when Bailey
joins a cycling team a thousand miles away and Piran is promised to a
Fae princess?
Author
Bio
Lyla
Bardan wrote her first romance in fifth grade and was horrified when
her male teacher read it aloud in class. She wrote her second romance
in the seventh grade after seeing two great horned owls engage in a
rather fascinating courtship dance. As the male hooted, danced, and
bobbed for the female, Lyla knew there was a story to be told. This
discovery of passion in the animal world led to a lifelong interest
in science, other worldly creatures, and their love stories.
While
in college, Lyla joined a sci-fi/fantasy acting group, where she and
others made puppets and produced plays for fellow students. Her
favorite part was not creating the overly detailed and ornate puppets
of fairies, demons, and dragons, but writing romance bits into every
script.
It
wasn’t until years into an unfulfilling scientific research career
that Lyla came back to her roots of writing. Reaching into her dreams
and fantasies, she left the research behind and now stays busy
writing from the comfort of her home office, overlooking her
well-maintained fairy garden, fruit bearing trees, and a number of
birdhouses. There she can relax and remember that it was two birds
that originally sparked her interest in love stories just begging to
be told.
Note:
Bits of this fascinating biography (written by Lyla’s daughter) are
actually true!
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Book
Excerpts
On
the way to registration check-in, I steered my racing bicycle around
a corner. Today’s race would be my ticket to the Olympics. I could
feel it in my bones.
Too
bad I wasn’t looking where I was riding.
A
goblin on a stunt bike, laughing like a maniacal hyena, popped a
wheelie right in front of me. I hit the brakes hard. My rear tire
skidded on the pavement and started to come around. Oh, hell no.
Struggling to stay upright, I leaned into the slide. Come
on…come on…Yes!
Nearly
at a standstill, I toppled over and landed on the lawn of downtown
Chicago’s finest apartment building.
Seriously?
An
old woman yelled for her husband to come outside. For God’s sake.
If I could just get my shoes unclipped from the damn pedals. I
crawled deeper onto the wet grass, dragging my lightweight
carbon-fiber bike with me so I could get it off the sidewalk.
“May
I help you?”
Peering
in the direction of the accented voice, my gaze traveled from long
legs clad in faded jeans to a T-shirt pulled tight across a broad
chest. A long braid of hair so blond it could have been spun platinum
hung over the shoulder of the unbelievably breathtaking Guardian Fae.
Iridescent
eyes sparkled with amusement, a quirk on his lips. “Are you all
right?”
I
swallowed hard. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks.”
Reaching
down to tug on my racing shoes, I caught movement out of the corner
of my eye and jerked back.
“You
have mud on your cheek.” He leaned forward.
Perfectly
proportioned fingers neared my jaw, and my breath faltered. I hastily
smeared a palm across my face…and shoved a blob of mud up my nose.
Oh
God. Then I sneezed, and mud splattered
all over my bare leg and his sneakers.
Could
I just start this day over? Please?
Tugging
on the clips on my bike pedals, I was finally released and jumped to
my feet. “I’m…I’m good now. See you later.”
Arggh.
Yet another inane comment. Why couldn’t I just shut up? Avoiding
the Guardian’s curious gaze, I mounted my bike.
Twelve
years since the Revealing, when we discovered the mythical Fae
weren’t so mythical after all, and not much seemed different. Maybe
because I was only nine at the time. Sure, cops had Faezers to keep
the most dangerous dark Fae in line and Fae magic was regulated, but
goblins were still annoying little shits and the Guardian Fae,
regardless of their modern dress, were still distant visions of
beauty and grace.
At
the moment though, I didn’t care about the Fae. In less than an
hour, I needed to race in one of the most important events of the
summer and I still hadn’t checked in.
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