Pride bareknuckle boxing
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Camila Saunders is in Ireland for one reason: to sell the pub she inherited from her absentee father.

But she’s about to have a fight on her hands – a real one. When she finds an illegal bareknuckle boxing ring in the pub’s basement, Camila realizes she’s got to shut it down before she can sell the place. But standing squarely in her way is prizefighter Bronny Dolan: 200 pounds of pedigree muscle, danger and Irish wit.

Bronny Dolan is a lawyer, not that his family cares about that–they’re all about the next boxing match. The Dolan name means victory and they’re not about to let him forget it. But when loudmouthed Jersey girl Camila inherits the local and threatens the town’s generations-old traditions, Bronny will have to face his toughest fight yet. Will Bronny help Camila sell the pub and go back to the States–or will he sabotage her freedom for the sake of his own heart?

Either way, this Middle-of-Nowhere Irish town is about to see the biggest fight of its history, and this time, it’s winner takes all.

222 Pages – Full Length Novel.

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​Excerpt

He was shadow-boxing, throwing jabs with his left. He paced as though dissatisfied, and she bit her lip. He was fine, and watching him work out was something she could have done all night.
When he got down on the mat to do pushups, she felt a twinge in her belly, a hint of primal hunger that surged. His muscles pumped and flexed smoothly, and she couldn’t help imagining him on top of her. He was at a hundred and thirty when she started clapping.
“Didn’t hear you come down,” he said, getting to his feet.
“Impressive. I used to practically die doing the presidential fitness test…I could do like six push-ups.”
“You’re a girl.”
“You noticed? Must be the lipstick.”
She fiddled with her sweater hem and straightened the gold and blue scarf looped around her neck. Her skirt swished as she leaned against the doorway.
She could feel his eyes. They pierced her, evaluating her. There was a sense of distance between them, for a moment, and she felt strangely lost. She was a stranger in a strange land. He—he was an Irish bruiser like her father, a lug meant to win fights, settle down with a nice local girl from church and start having big healthy sons, who would, in turn, win fights and settle down. What would his parents think if he dragged home some Italian-American…slut? The word was unwelcome, but there it was.  And his indecision was plain on his face.
Then, all at once, Bronny climbed from between the ropes and took her hand. He did it as casually as he could, as if out of habit, and led her up the stairs. They were at the door when she stopped.

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