Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2016
— SYNOPSIS —
I live a life most could only dream of. Parties, women, fame—what more could I want?
As the undisputed MMA light heavyweight champ, I’ve faced the world’s toughest men. But, with a single glance, I knew that the five-foot-five redhead with a smart mouth and innocent eyes would be my hardest opponent yet.
Sidney O’Neil isn’t my type. While I spend my nights out drinking at the trendiest clubs in town, she spends hers taking care of her sick nephew. She lives for those she loves, and I only love myself. She is nothing I thought I wanted, yet she’s somehow become the one thing I need.
But what happens when the world is tipped on end and I’m no longer who she needs?
How do I convince her that we’re worth the fight when all she knows is defeat?
I’ve never lost a match, and I refuse to start now.
But, sometimes, the toughest fight of your life is outside the cage.
But, sometimes, the toughest fight of your life is outside the cage.
— EXCERPT —
She takes my hand, the smallest of grins splitting her lips.
Standing, I pull her to her feet. She isn’t dressed like the other women in the
club. Her jeans fit her like a glove and show off her curves, but they aren’t
designer threads. Her tank top barely reveals any cleavage, but it does show
off her toned arms.
“I bet I looked ridiculous,” she states, brushing the hair out
of her face.
Words flow from my mouth before I can even stop them. “Someone
as beautiful as you could never look ridiculous.” Nice line, cheese dick.
Blushing, she shoves her phone and her charger cord back in her
purse. “That’s really nice of you to let me use your phone. If you’re sure you don’t
mind, I’ll just send my sister a text.”
“I wouldn’t have offered if I minded,” I reply, holding her gaze
until she shyly glances away. “Here.” I offer her my phone.
She takes the phone and grimaces. “Just one message,” she says
before quickly typing a message and then handing it back. “Oh, wait. I should
probably delete that.” She snatches my phone back giving me a wicked grin.
I’m lost in her bright, blue eyes as her fingers slide over the
screen, doing God knows what in my phone.
Between the booze and this woman, there are no fucks left to
give. She could steal the damn thing and I’m not sure I’d be able to protest.
“Thanks again.” She tucks the phone in my hand before turning to
leave.
I catch her arm at the elbow. “Hey. Where ya goin’? You didn’t
tell me your name.”
She glances up through her lashes while tucking a stray hair
behind her ear. “It’s Sidney.”
Sidney.
Sidney.
Fucking remember that, you
drunk douchebag.
Sid…ney.
“Sidney. That’s a gorgeous name. It fits you. Are you here
alone?” I rush out, doing my best to hide my drunken slur. I pray that she says
yes, not only because I’m interested in her, but also because what kind of an
asshole lets her crawl around on the ground?
Her gaze shifts from side to side while she smirks. “Are you trying
to pick me up?”
“Well, technically, I just did,” I tell her, gesturing to the
spot she was just in on the floor.
“Touché.” Her smile grows. “I’m here with some friends,
actually”
Glad she didn’t mention a boyfriend, I offer, “Let me buy you a
drink.”
She shakes her head. “Thanks, but no, thanks. I’m not drinking.
I was actually about to head home.”
“Well, then let me get you a soda. A water? I hear the bartender
makes a mean Shirley Temple,” I counter, determined not to let her leave yet.
She laughs, and the magical sound spurs me on.
“What’s the rush? Husband waiting at home?”
Shaking her head again, she responds, “Nope. Just my couch and
Netflix.”
I dramatically clutch my heart then shoot her my best smile.
“You’re too beautiful to waste it on your couch. Come have one nonalcoholic beverage with me.” I stick my bottom lip out in an
attempt to look pathetic enough that she’ll say yes.
Fuck. Am I really doing
this?
I’m rewarded for my efforts with a big smile and a quick nod.
Yes. Yes. I fucking am.
“How can I resist the puppy-dog face?” she laughs.
Pumping my arms in the air, I shout, “She said yes!” Gripping
her around the waist, I lift her off her feet and jokingly spin us both around
in a circle. “She said yes!”
Wiggling out of my arms, she shrieks, “Oh my god, put me down!
Jesus, how drunk are you?”
Grinning from ear to ear, I tell her, “I’ve only had three
drinks.” I hold up five fingers and wink.
Shaking her head, she mumbles, “Multiply that by two at least.”
Ready to continue this conversation with a drink in my hand, I
place my hand on the small of her back and guide her to the bar.
Knocking on the bar with my knuckles, I get the bartender’s
attention. “I’ll have a Crown and Coke. And the hottest chick in the club here
wants a Shirley Temple.”
Gripping my bicep, she interjects, “I’ll just take a water,
please.”
Normally, I’d throw in a flex for good measure.
For this chick? I throw in three.
A few minutes of fighting not to stare at her cleavage later, he
sets the drinks in front of us. I hand hers over and offer my glass up in a
toast.
Raising one eyebrow at me, she smirks, “This ought to be good.”
I clear my throat before saying, “To cell phones. May yours
always be dead, sockets be missing, and heroes be plentiful.” I pause when I
realize what I said. Then I correct myself. “And, by heroes, I mean me. May I
be plentiful.” I clink her cup with mine.
She giggles before taking a small sip. “Hear, hear.”
— ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.S. TEAGUE —
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn’t have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
— GIVEAWAY —
