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 About Unnatural Souls:  It's been almost a year since the night of the accident that should have killed Grace. Nearly a year since her brother, Ash, sold his soul to save her. She survived, but that wasn’t the end of their story. Not even close. In the months since, Grace’s life has turned upside down. She can move objects with her mind, teleport in a blink of an eye, see dead people … and that's just the tip of the crazy train. And that would be fine, really … if she had any idea how to control it. Instead, she’s stuck in a body that does things she doesn’t understand. And now, the contract her brother made for her life is drawing to a close. Which means he’s running out of time before the demon comes to collect his soul. Unless Grace can find a way to save him. When an angel named Michael shows up with answers and an offer to help her, she jumps at the chance—and agrees to help him with his own mission as the price. Then she finds out that Michael is working with another demon. That the deal she’s made … is no better than the one from which she’s trying to save Ash. And she’s faced with a choice: turn and walk away, or try to save her brother—by working with the very monsters who have nearly destroyed them both. Get Your Copy Today: Amazon 
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Linda Foster Bio: Linda Foster was born and raised in Colorado, where she still lives with her (very patient) husband, two (very spoiled) ferrets and (equally spoiled) dog. Linda became an avid reading enthusiast the moment she picked up her first book, and has grown steadily worse. By the time she was fifteen years old, her library had become too big for her shelves, and she was forced to donate all her books to the local school, just to make room for new ones. She started writing short novellas for her friends in middle school, and expanded into full-length novels several years later. The Realm of the Claimed novellas are her first published work. Connect with Linda: Facebook Twitter
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 Are you ready to meet the neighbors? Neighbors by Stylo Fantome releases on September 27th! Add to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/2bxk5rb  Blurb Things a good neighbor can do for you: 1. Give you a cup of sugar 2. Let you borrow his lawnmower 3. Water your plants while you're on vacation 4. Make your eyes roll back in your head with his tongue Katya Tocci has never paid much attention to who lives next door - her career always kept her too busy. She's a good girl, working her way to becoming the most sought after cake designer in all of San Francisco. But even a good girl's gotta cut loose once in a while, right? So one fake dating profile later, and she's ready to tarnish her squeaky clean image. Little does she know, her fun time is closer to home than she ever imagined. Throw in a neighbor who wants to corrupt her, and another who just wants to own her, and her entire world is flipped upside down. Who knew neighbors could be so helpful? About the Author:  Crazy woman from a remote location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since ... forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me. Yeah. I think that about sums me up.
All of the Lightsby K. Ryan Publication Date: August 22, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Suspense
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Synopsis: Two households. One secret that will change everything.
I was raised to believe his family was nothing but trash. I was raised to believe her family was the root of all evil. I sent his brother to prison. I should hate her for what she did. I’ve never fought a day in my life. I’ve fought every day of my life. I need him to help me find answers. I need her to set the record straight. I should stay away from him. I should walk away from her. But I can’t. But I can’t. *This book is a standalone, contemporary/mystery romance and is intended for readers 18 and older*
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Jack I feel like I’ve been walking for hours. It’s almost June now and the weather feels ready for it, humid and itchy despite the fact that it’s nearly 11 at night, bursting at the seams with new beginnings and second chances. I feel that too. Somehow, my blind trek away from the bar led me to the red line on Broadway and then I’d just followed instinct from there. Maybe I’d known where I was heading this whole time; I just didn’t see it until now. After I got off the red line on Park, I walked and walked with my hands solemnly in my pockets and my head facing down. It’s no accident that I’ve managed to hike all the way over to Back Bay even though my truck could’ve taken me there faster. Walking through the city streets where I’d grown up with so much love and devotion...reconciling that now and letting it go is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Nothing is ever quite what it seems. That much I know. No matter what you believe to be true, there’s always the underlying possibility that your truth is nothing more than a carefully constructed story structured to keep you under someone else’s thumb. My truth is this: I want to fight on Sunday so I can get that deed. I want to fight on Sunday so I can beat the Gianottis at their own game. I want to fight on Sunday because that, in the end, is exactly what Roark Callahan deserves. I want to fight on Sunday because I finally know how Sean felt all those years ago when he looked our dad in the eye, asked him for the truth, and received nothing in return. I understand that recklessness because I’m living it now. And most of all, I want to fight on Sunday because I want Rae to know I won. It’s amazing how much the course of your life can change in ten minutes. That was all it took. In that short span of time to everything I thought I knew ripped wide open. Disillusionment and clarity can make you do some pretty reckless things, but I don’t find myself retreating. I find myself moving forward instead. So here I am. An idiot. An enlightened fool. Nothing but a terrified asshat hoping the only thing good in his life will give him the time of day. The door opens a few moments later and my heart—God, my heart—vaults right into my throat. Surprise colors her pretty face and she sweeps some of that auburn hair behind her ear as her lips dip into a frown. “Hey,” I exhale breathlessly and lean both palms on her doorframe. “Hi.” Rae blinks a few times before I hear a low growl behind her and she bends down to scoop up that psychotic black cat. Those yellow eyes glint back at me, narrowing with contempt as if to say, I know why you’re here, guy, and I. Don’t. Like. It. Ah well. The thing is just going to have to get used to me. When Rae comes back to the door after hiding the monster in her bedroom, she doesn’t look any less confused than she did before. Not to mention suspicious as all hell that I’m here now, especially after the last time we spoke. I guess I better remedy that. “Can I come in?” She hesitates for just a moment and I can’t blame her. I earned that. “Sure,” she nods finally and steps aside so I can breeze through the threshold. That frown is still written all over her face as she leans against her kitchen counter, her eyes following my movements carefully, like she can’t believe I’m really here. I sort of can’t believe it either. “What’s wrong, Jack?” “Nothing,” I shrug and then spread my arms out with a sharp laugh. “Everything. Nothing and everything is wrong.” “Okay.” It’s probably best if I just start at the beginning. “I got a visit from Roark Callahan and Father Lindsay today,” I start heavily and I don’t miss the way her eyes flash at how I spit out their names. Calling him my dad, my pop, just doesn’t feel right today. I don’t know if it will ever feel right again. “They don’t want me to fight on Sunday. Big surprise, huh? Anyway, it got to a point where I thought he might actually tell me the truth—the truth about him, your mom, and everything we don’t know about them. Instead, I got a very different truth.” Rae’s features twist with concern and her head tilts a little to the side. “What’s that?” “They told me how my dad—my real dad—really died.” 
ABOUT K. RYAN
K. Ryan lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver. When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. Follow her on Twitter and Instagram (@authorkryan) and Facebook or visit her website,www.authorkryan.com, for updates and news. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Pinterest | Instagram | Newsletter | Goodreads | Amazon Author ProfileENTER THE GIVEAWAY a Rafflecopter giveaway 
  
Necessary Roughness Love is a game best played hard and rough
Nicky…
Nicky Chase was the star Running Back for the New Orleans Sinners.
Until he blew out his knee.
Playing ball is out. In thirty seconds, Nicky went from being on top to hitting rock bottom.
Sophia…
Sophia De Bartoli is the best physical therapist in New Orleans. Her Italian roots have given her a fiery temper, but her Catholic faith has kept her innocent.
But then she was hired to make house-calls for Nicky Chase. THE Nicky Chase.
He’s known far and wide for his sexy abs, panty-melting grin, and his skill both on and off the football field. But Nicky refuses to leave his house, so no one gets to see him anymore. No one except Sophia.
And she gets to see all of him.
That smoldering gaze and that rock-hard tattooed body haunt her every night, but it's the vulnerable, broken man she sees inside that haunts her every day. Resisting him might be more than this Catholic girl can handle.
Nicky’s a New Orleans Sinner, after all. And he seems bound and determined to make her one, too.
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Courtney Cole is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author who lives near Lake Michigan. She's best known for writing the Beautifully Broken series (IF YOU STAY, IF YOU LEAVE, BEFORE WE FALL), although she has Young Adult and Women's Contemporary titles out, as well.
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Coming October 9th Pre-order exclusively on The whole world might be in love with him. But all he’s ever loved is her. Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
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We are very excited to bring you the highly anticipated cover for THE FIX-UP, the standalone novel from New York Times Bestselling Author Kendall Ryan.The Fix-Up releases on October 11.  From New York Times Bestseller, Kendall Ryan, comes a sexy new standalone novel. My tempting, and very alpha friend Sterling Quinn is someone I consider off-limits. It's not just that we're friends, he's also a cocky, confident, and British, which means he's a walking aphrodisiac. But lately he's been giving me the look. You know the one. When he thinks I'm not paying attention, and his gaze lingers for too long. And then we start working together, and that's when the sexual tension between us gets so thick, I want to hack through it with a machete. I want to make all these deep feelings I've harbored for him disappear, because there's no way this can end well. The lines between business and pleasure become irrevocably blurred, and I'm stuck between a rock, and Sterling's very, very hard place. Rather than keep a level head about our growing attraction, Sterling wants to go all in, showing me just how explosive we can be together. But I've been around long enough to know that this British bad boy is more than my heart can handle. I'm not about to be cast aside like yesterday's underwear when he's done having fun. Sterling’s never been told no, and he's not about to put his ego aside and play by my rules. But I never thought he'd fight so dirty. *This is a spin-off from the HITCHED series, but can be read as a standalone. Add to Goodreads
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EXCERPT: Up on the raised stage was a naked woman bound in dark orange ropes that matched her braided hair so beautifully that it stole Kenna’s breath. She knew that rope work immediately. Intimately. Remembered its feel around her body. Remembered the hands responsible for the rigging moving against her skin. And then Kenna let her eyes move to the tall, beautifully built, black-haired Dom wearing a pair of black jeans and nothing else. Griffin Hudson. He stood behind the bent-over woman and held a vibrating wand between her spread thighs. A small moan escaped Kenna’s throat unbidden at seeing him again after all this time. Her heart tripped into a sprint. Heat ripped over her body, even as he teased and tormented another woman, another submissive. God, he was just as gorgeous as he’d ever been, muscular and strong, his rugged face now serious but capable of tenderness and playfulness, too. Every part of Kenna remembered that man—his face, his hands, his mouth, his cock. And probably would until the day she died. Just as fast, she locked all those feelings and memories down. She needed to remember why she was here—and why she wasn’t.
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He told me to 'settle, girl.'
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?' He said I was an ‘easy target.’ That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks. I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha. He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother. Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming. I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead? |
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He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.
I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.
I wanted to help him.
Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.
“What happened?”
Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”
“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”
“Why do you have to know?”
“Because it’s hurting you.”
I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.
The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.
I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.
“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”
“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.
I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say
“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”
I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”
And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.
“What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.
I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”
“And now?”
“Still not thinking it through.”
“You’re okay with that?”
In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.
I didn’t answer.
I closed the distance between us.
He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.
I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.
I wanted to help him.
Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.
“What happened?”
Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”
“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”
“Why do you have to know?”
“Because it’s hurting you.”
I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.
The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.
I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.
“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”
“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.
I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say
“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”
I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”
And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.
“What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.
I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”
“And now?”
“Still not thinking it through.”
“You’re okay with that?”
In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.
I didn’t answer.
I closed the distance between us.
About the Author
I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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Knocked Out By Love
by Abby Niles Love to the Extreme #5 Publication Date: August 15, 2016 Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis: Brody Minton has loved Scarlett Harris for years. But she’s his best friend’s wife, so he’s worked hard to keep his distance. Hearing the marriage is over shouldn’t change anything. Only an ass would make a move on a friend’s ex… Except Scarlett wants help getting back in the dating game, and Brody’s torn. If he helps her out, he can keep an eye on her and guard her vulnerable heart. But having the woman he’s longed for for years in arms’ reach is hell on a man’s restraint, no matter how iron strong his will.But loving Scarlett is only half the fight. All Scarlett Harris wants is to get away for a while and rethink her life after filing for divorce from her lying, cheating bastard of a husband. The gorgeous Bahamas sounds like the perfect escape, except she’s booked in the very resort Brody “The Iron” Minton is staying at for his sister’s wedding. Now her ex’s best friend is dogging her every move, and is a witness to her first pathetic attempts at flirting in years. If Brody isn’t going to leave her alone, then she’ll just recruit him to help get her reacquainted with her single self. NOTE: Although a part of a series, Knocked Out By Love can be read as a standalone novel. Each novel features a new hero and heroine! 
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Brody could still taste her.
It was an intoxicating flavor, one he couldn’t wait to bury his face in and get more of. He revved the engine, speeding up the bike. He’d kept the plans for the night deliberately light. Take her outside her comfort zone by getting her on his bike, go for a joy ride, then end up at his condo.
The moment behind the trees had been unexpected and had only encouraged him to cut their joy ride short and head back to his place—pronto.
Not that Scarlett would mind. Not with her, “Fuck me, Brody,” comment.
He’d done that. Had gotten her so aroused, so in the moment, she’d finally just asked for what she wanted.
By night’s end, his plan was to fuck out all the negative thoughts his ex-best friend had put into her head. Ryan didn’t deserve any space in her head or her heart. She was the most goddamn beautiful woman he’d ever had the pleasure of watching come. The rock hard erection he’d gotten just from feeling her squirm behind him had been nothing compared to how hard it had pulsed against his zipper as she’d released. Twice.
He flew down the road. Ten minutes later, he guided the bike into his assigned garage next to his Mercedes. As they rode up the elevator, tension was creeping between them. Scarlett seemed nervous with the way she was picking at her thumbnail with her other one. Thoughts had hold of her again. Not good.
He’d seen he could get the walls to come down and he couldn’t wait to topple them again. The challenge of taking Scarlett from a nervous, unsure woman to so fucking turned on that she was completely in the moment with him was hot as hell. He got hard as a rock watching the transformation.
He’d allow her the few moments of uncertainty, of overthinking, before he made his move.
Brody could still taste her.
It was an intoxicating flavor, one he couldn’t wait to bury his face in and get more of. He revved the engine, speeding up the bike. He’d kept the plans for the night deliberately light. Take her outside her comfort zone by getting her on his bike, go for a joy ride, then end up at his condo.
The moment behind the trees had been unexpected and had only encouraged him to cut their joy ride short and head back to his place—pronto.
Not that Scarlett would mind. Not with her, “Fuck me, Brody,” comment.
He’d done that. Had gotten her so aroused, so in the moment, she’d finally just asked for what she wanted.
By night’s end, his plan was to fuck out all the negative thoughts his ex-best friend had put into her head. Ryan didn’t deserve any space in her head or her heart. She was the most goddamn beautiful woman he’d ever had the pleasure of watching come. The rock hard erection he’d gotten just from feeling her squirm behind him had been nothing compared to how hard it had pulsed against his zipper as she’d released. Twice.
He flew down the road. Ten minutes later, he guided the bike into his assigned garage next to his Mercedes. As they rode up the elevator, tension was creeping between them. Scarlett seemed nervous with the way she was picking at her thumbnail with her other one. Thoughts had hold of her again. Not good.
He’d seen he could get the walls to come down and he couldn’t wait to topple them again. The challenge of taking Scarlett from a nervous, unsure woman to so fucking turned on that she was completely in the moment with him was hot as hell. He got hard as a rock watching the transformation.
He’d allow her the few moments of uncertainty, of overthinking, before he made his move.
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Synopsis: Dante "Inferno" Jones is used to winning in the ring. But when the MMA fighter meets pretty Caitlyn Moore, he seems to be striking out left and right. The more Cait denies his advances, the more intrigued he becomes by the sharp-tongued beauty. She's a challenge he cannot resist. Comfortable with the average Joe, Cait doesn't get it when the ultra-masculine Dante walks into her life and expresses an interest in her. Sure, she's shed eighty pounds and her confidence is building, but there's nothing spectacular about her. Certainly not enough to hang onto a ripped babe-magnet like Dante, whose violent profession, catty groupies, and cruel competitors are already making her life a living hell. Dante's light-hearted pursuit quickly becomes a battle to win her heart as they find themselves thrown together again and again and it's affecting his training. Cait won't let him lose the biggest fight of his career because of her, but when her plan to keep him focused lands her in the dangerous clutches of Dante's vicious opponent, there is more at stake than just the championship belt.
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Synopsis: Talk about kicking a fighter while he's down. Former Middleweight champion and confirmed bachelor Tommy "Lightning" Sparks has lost it all: his belt, his career, and now his home. After the devastating fire, he moves in with his drama-free best friend, Julie. One encounter changes everything and Julie is no longer the girl he's spent his life protecting but a desirable woman he wants to take to his bed. Knowing his reputation, he's determined to protect Julie more than ever—from himself. Veterinarian Julie Rogers has been in love with Tommy since she was ten, but would love to get over the man. She's quiet nights at home and a glass of wine. He's clubbing all night and shots of tequila. As friends they work great. As a couple? No way in hell. She just can't get her heart to agree. When she starts spending time with another fighter, the man who's always treated her like a sister is suddenly not being very brotherly and enflames her body like never before. Can two childhood friends make a relationship work, or will they lose everything because they stopped FIGHTING LOVE?
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Synopsis: Doctor Ella Watts wants her old life back. Desperately. But the past has returned for its rematch, and going back home—even telling anyone her real name—isn’t an option until she’s confident in her MMA abilities. Personal trainer Lance Black is the man to help her reach her goals. Not only is he toned, muscular, and gorgeous, he’s patient, a great teacher, and willing to treat her like a worthy opponent. Except his size makes her freeze whenever he gets too close. If Ella can’t learn how to overcome her fear of being attacked, she’ll never be able to move on with her life. Underground fighter Lance Black knows there’s more to the mysterious blonde ninja than a beautiful woman determined to improve her fighting skills. She can best anyone close to her size – man or woman – but insists on working out with him, even though he’s got a good 70 pounds and several inches on her. Despite her reticence, he’s determined to get her to open up so he can help her get over her mental block. And if that means he can get to know her outside the gym, all the better. As long as she never learns his secrets.
ABOUT ABBY NILES
Abby Niles is the author of the contemporary MMA series, Love to the Extreme, and the paranormal series, The Awakening. She is also the author to the geeky romantic comedy, Defying Convention, where Live Action Role Players (LARPers) set out to teach their favorite author a lesson, but end up playing matchmaker instead. Abby lives in North Carolina with the love of her life and their combined gaggle of kids. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to catch up on an endless pile of laundry and find time to get some much needed reading in.
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