Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2016
â SYNOPSIS â
I live a life most could only dream of. Parties, women, fameâwhat more could I want?
As the undisputed MMA light heavyweight champ, Iâve faced the worldâs 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 OâNeil isnât 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 sheâs somehow become the one thing I need.
But what happens when the world is tipped on end and Iâm no longer who she needs?
How do I convince her that weâre worth the fight when all she knows is defeat?
Iâve never lost a match, and I refuse to start now.
But, sometimes, the toughest fight of your life is outside the cage.
She takes my hand, the smallest of grins splitting her lips. Standing, I pull her to her feet. She isnât dressed like the other women in the club. Her jeans fit her like a glove and show off her curves, but they arenât designer threads. Her tank top barely reveals any cleavage, but it does show off her toned arms.
âI bet I looked ridiculous,â she states, brushing the hair out of her face.
Words flow from my mouth before I can even stop them. âSomeone as beautiful as you could never look ridiculous.â Nice line, cheese dick.
Blushing, she shoves her phone and her charger cord back in her purse. âThatâs really nice of you to let me use your phone. If youâre sure you donât mind, Iâll just send my sister a text.â
âI wouldnât have offered if I minded,â I reply, holding her gaze until she shyly glances away. âHere.â I offer her my phone.
She takes the phone and grimaces. âJust one message,â she says before quickly typing a message and then handing it back. âOh, wait. I should probably delete that.â She snatches my phone back giving me a wicked grin.
Iâm 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 Iâm not sure Iâd be able to protest.
âThanks again.â She tucks the phone in my hand before turning to leave.
I catch her arm at the elbow. âHey. Where ya goinâ? You didnât tell me your name.â
She glances up through her lashes while tucking a stray hair behind her ear. âItâs Sidney.â
Fucking remember that, you drunk douchebag.
âSidney. Thatâs a gorgeous name. It fits you. Are you here alone?â I rush out, doing my best to hide my drunken slur. I pray that she says yes, not only because Iâm 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. âAre you trying to pick me up?â
âWell, technically, I just did,â I tell her, gesturing to the spot she was just in on the floor.
âTouchÃ©.â Her smile grows. âIâm here with some friends, actuallyâ
Glad she didnât mention a boyfriend, I offer, âLet me buy you a drink.â
She shakes her head. âThanks, but no, thanks. Iâm not drinking. I was actually about to head home.â
âWell, then let me get you a soda. A water? I hear the bartender makes a mean Shirley Temple,â I counter, determined not to let her leave yet.
She laughs, and the magical sound spurs me on.
âWhatâs the rush? Husband waiting at home?â
Shaking her head again, she responds, âNope. Just my couch and Netflix.â
I dramatically clutch my heart then shoot her my best smile. âYouâre too beautiful to waste it on your couch. Come have one nonalcoholic beverage with me.â I stick my bottom lip out in an attempt to look pathetic enough that sheâll say yes.
Fuck. Am I really doing this?
Iâm rewarded for my efforts with a big smile and a quick nod. Yes. Yes. I fucking am.
âHow can I resist the puppy-dog face?â she laughs.
Pumping my arms in the air, I shout, âShe said yes!â Gripping her around the waist, I lift her off her feet and jokingly spin us both around in a circle. âShe said yes!â
Wiggling out of my arms, she shrieks, âOh my god, put me down! Jesus, how drunk are you?â
Grinning from ear to ear, I tell her, âIâve only had three drinks.â I hold up five fingers and wink.
Shaking her head, she mumbles, âMultiply that by two at least.â
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 bartenderâs attention. âIâll have a Crown and Coke. And the hottest chick in the club here wants a Shirley Temple.â
Gripping my bicep, she interjects, âIâll just take a water, please.â
Normally, Iâd 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, âThis ought to be good.â
I clear my throat before saying, âTo cell phones. May yours always be dead, sockets be missing, and heroes be plentiful.â I pause when I realize what I said. Then I correct myself. âAnd, by heroes, I mean me. May I be plentiful.â I clink her cup with mine.
She giggles before taking a small sip. âHear, hear.â
â ABOUT THE AUTHOR: A.S. TEAGUE â
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 doesnât 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.
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