MMA fighters go the distance in this all-new series.
Walker Adams was supposed to follow in his lawyer father’s footsteps, but instead he’s training to be an MMA fighter. And while he works for his chance to make it in the Maximum Fight League, he’s bunking on his baby sister’s best friend’s couch. Gracie Andrews is all grown up—in all the right places. But she’s engaged to the fight match-maker who holds Walker’s career in his hands…
Gracie had almost convinced herself that she’d put her silly childhood crush on Walker to rest. But the sight of him sleeping in only a pair of boxer briefs makes it clear that some things never change. And as old sparks turn to flames, Gracie is forced to decide between the future she thought she wanted or the man she’s never stopped loving…
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“Come here.” He nodded her forward.
“Oh, I should probably go back upstairs…Let you get back to it.”
“Get over here,” he repeated, removing his training gloves.
She swallowed hard as she approached.
He reached for a new set of gloves and held one open.
She slid one hand in, then the other, looking nervously at the heavy bag.
Walker stood behind her and holding her arms, he raised her fists, bent her elbows. “Lift your shoulders,” he instructed.
“Breathe out with each jab.” He guided her right fist toward the bag.
Breathe out with each jab? At that moment, she was lucky if she could remember to breathe period. She hit the bag several times. It barely moved.
“Try harder,” he said, moving his hands away from hers and placing them on her hips instead. “Turn your body into the punch.” He guided her hips as she swung toward the bag again, harder this time. “Good. Again.”
She threw two more.
“Again.” His thumbs were tracing the muscles on either side of her spine as his fingers spread across her hips.
Her mind went numb while every fibre of her body came alive. “Walker…” she started.
“Don’t speak. Just take it out on the bag.”
Take it out on the bag. Take out twelve years of sexual frustration on the bag? Take out the confusion and torment she’d been experiencing since Walker had come back into her life on the bag? The bag couldn’t handle it. Still, she did as he instructed, her tiny fists inside the oversized gloves raining jabs, one after the other on the heavy bag, until she could no longer feel his hands on her hips or his breath on her neck or the magnetic pull she felt every time she was near him.
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