NYT Bestselling Authors Lauren Hawkeye & Tawny Stokes are back with another three part story,
THE OTHER FIGHTER.
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About Part 1: Uncaged
Of course, fate is an evil bitch.
People I have nothing to do with expect me to settle my brother’s debt— and if I don’t pay with cash, I pay with my life. I’ll be dead very soon… but not if a certain sexy-as-sin fighter with a Prince Charming complex has a say in the matter. One who’s decided to help me out of this mess, whether I want him to or not.
I might escape all of this with my life. But I already know it won't be so easy to hold on to my heart…
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Part 2 & Part 3 of THE OTHER FIGHTER coming soon.
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I turn my attention back to Dream Girl. Her hands are on her hips, and she’s glaring at me. “I had it under control. I didn’t need the white knight routine.”
“I’m sorry.” I cock my head, my eyes drinking her in. I like the sass in her voice. “I didn’t realize being a gentleman was a crime.”
“I guess you didn’t get the memo.” She smirks.
“Nope, I guess I didn’t.” I shuffle my feet because the girl is shooting eye daggers at me, and I’m feeling… uncomfortable. Which is weird. I’m a laid back guy, comfortable in most situations, but something about this woman has me on alert.
“Prince of Pain.” She snorts out a laugh, which should look inelegant, but doesn’t. Maybe it’s her big brown eyes or her luscious plum stained lips, but I think this woman would be stunning any time, anywhere. “What is that? The name of your boy band?”
My mouth drops open a bit—I can’t help it. I can’t remember the last time a woman spoke to me like that. Can’t remember the last time my gut quivered with need.
I’ve never had butterflies before, not even back in high school. And because fate’s a cruel bitch, she’s looking at me like I need to turn my white ass around and march it back into the warehouse. Clearly I have zero play here.
“Well, then.” I swallow thickly. Where are my moves when I need them? “I guess I’m going to go.”
“Good idea.” She crosses her arms and leans up against her car, arching an eyebrow at me.
I turn and force myself to deliberately saunter back toward the warehouse, not wanting to show her how off my game she’s making me feel. At the door, I stop and look back over my shoulder. Her stare instantly snaps upward.
Was she checking out my ass? A little confidence seeps back into my bones.
“I’m Tristan, by the way.” I cast her my trademark grin.
“I don’t care.” She rolls her eyes, but I notice that her body is angled just the slightest bit in my direction.
“All right, baby. If you say so.” I smirk. “Then you won’t be watching my ass as I walk away, right?”
Before I turn back, I catch a slight twitch to her beautiful mouth.
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