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Shea Granger has a thing for alpha men and she isn’t afraid to go after what she wants. Sparks fly when she sets her sights on deliciously sexy Kyle while taking one of his self-defense classes, but she can tell the chiseled bad boy is holding something back..Kyle Dolan has a secret. While everyone thinks he gave up the ring to run a self-defense school with his brother, he craves the thrill of bareknuckle boxing too much to ever walk away. He still spends his nights steeped in the violence and excitement of the underground fight scene.When a woman from Kyle’s past drops a bomb that changes everything, he finds himself drowning in even more secrets. He turns to Shea for help and the two soon develop a connection deeper than they could have expected.Shea knows she’s falling hard, but can Kyle move beyond his past and embrace his new reality? One thing is certain, neither of their lives will ever be the same.
35,000 words – A novella.
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Kyle slunk in the back alley entrance, blood pounding with anticipation, barely ten minutes before his fight time. He opened his locker and changed, kissing his crucifix necklace and hanging it on the hook before he shut the door and spun the combination lock. In the ring, his ears rung with the roar of the crowd, the hot lights beating down on him. Everything else receded—the sickly green paint peeling on the walls, the sticky floors, the smell of stale beer and unwashed bodies crowded together.
There was nothing but the dust on the mats, the blood beading in the cut below his opponent’s lip, the rush of his breath and the distinctive crush against his knuckles as his opponent’s cheekbone gave way beneath his fist. The challenger slumped against the ropes to a cacophony of beery shouts in the crowd. Kyle’s wrist was seized and thrust into the air to signify victory. His face split into a grin as the atmosphere rushed back in on him. He was at the center of the throng, triumphant, with a check in hand and a couple of good-looking ring bunnies hanging off his arms. He accepted a pint and threw it back in one to the further cheers of his fans.
Kyle basked, there was no other word for it—in the attention, the surge of dominance in the ring, the adoring gazes of young women in sequined bodysuits, dazzled by his strength and prowess. They had been hired to hold the signs between bouts, but they were usually fight groupies. He had enjoyed his share of them…maybe his share and someone else’s as well, to be truthful. Tonight, he had his eye on the brunette, just for a change from the regular blondes. Sighing with satisfaction at the moment of his glory, he accepted a towel and wiped the sweat off his face and neck.
“I need to talk to you, Dolan,” came a stern female voice.
He squinted in the bright lights to see who had intruded and took in a woman, too skinny and haggard-looking. Her hair was lank, her dark eyes, familiar. Frowning, he shrugged off the ring bunnies and stepped forward.
“I’m afraid I haven’t had the pleasure?” he said with his automatic charm.
“Yeah. You have. We know each other. Biblically,” she said ruefully.
Kyle gave her a harder look, but he still couldn’t place her face. “Let’s sit over there.” He gestured to a rickety table that was vacated as he approached. “Obviously you know my name, but I regret that I don’t recall—“
“Ashley Framm. It was Ashley Delany when I was a ring bunny,” she reminded him.
“Ah, Ashley,” he said, trying to sound like her name rang a bell.
“Look, I went to a lot of trouble to track you down, so don’t waste time trying to act like you remember me. I’m here on business, family business.”
“Okay… How can I help you?” he asked smoothly.
“You can give me your family medical history,” she said flatly.
“I need to know if there’s kidney disease in your family,” she said.
“Why would you need to know that?”
“Because… Listen, there is something you need to know. Let’s sit down.”