Adrenaline junkie Nina Osborne never misses a hockey game or an MMA fight on TV. After the storage facility she owns is burglarized, one of her favorite MMA fighters, Drew “Juggernaut” Warner, shows up furious and blames her for his stuff being stolen. When Drew returns to apologize and clean up his storage unit, Nina parlays it into a first date and burgeoning relationship, which comes with an introduction to the exhilarating world of live MMA.
Drew has no idea when he brings smart, sassy, and super-sexy Nina into his life that she’ll rock the foundations of his carefully planned-out career. But when she decides that law enforcement isn't doing enough to solve the burglary and takes the investigation into her own hands, protecting her jeopardizes his career. The smart thing to do would be to leave her be. Problem is, while he wasn’t looking Nina took a firm grip on his heart.
Nina’s determined to make things right; however, her investigating leads her into to big trouble, forcing Drew to fight both inside the cage and out if he and Nina are to have any hope of a future together.
Nick stepped up behind Drew. “I hear you’re incapacitated,” he said, his voice wry.
“Screw you, Parker. You try having Garcia beat the shit out of you and see how incapacitated you are.”
“Next time don’t let him beat the shit out of you.”
Drew flipped him off, but Nina could tell he didn’t mean it by the fact that his hand only got halfway up in the air before it dropped back into his lap.
Nick chuckled. “You probably shouldn’t be out here doing whatever the hell you’re doing.”
Nick looked to Nina for explanation.
She sighed, not wanting to recount the whole damn thing again. “Some assholes robbed the place last night. They broke into Drew’s unit along with a bunch of others. I guess he thought he had to do all the clean up today.”
Nick shook his head, as he grabbed Drew’s arm and slung it over his shoulder, hauling him to a standing position.
“You’re a stubborn asshole,” he said.
“It’s my Mom’s stuff. I had to take care of it.”
“It’ll still be here tomorrow,” Nick said as he stuffed Drew into the passenger seat of his car.
“I don’t know. It’s not really safe. I don’t want to lose anything else.” Drew said.
Nina cringed. She approached Drew’s window while Nick went and locked up Drew’s Jeep.
“I’m so sorry, Drew,” she told him. “I’ll do everything I can to get your things back. Even if I have to look for the burglars myself.”
Drew snorted, “You do that, sweetheart.”
His head flopped back onto the headrest and he closed his eyes. She couldn’t tell if he’d passed out again or just dismissed her.
Nick handed her the Jeep keys and opened his driver’s door. “I’ll have him call you in a few days and we’ll make arrangements to pick up his car. Here are the keys in the meantime, in case you have to move it.”
“Thanks,” she said. “I’ll go ahead and unlock the gate for you. I’m glad you came to pick him up.”
“He’d do the same for me.”
As the gate shut after them, she watched Nick pull out onto the road and drive away. “Don’t worry Drew, I’ll make it right.”
BARNES AND NOBLE
I write historical, paranormal, contemporary, and erotic romance, as well as science fiction.
I'm an Oregon Ducks fan.
I'm a donut and pastry addict (pretty much any carbs, really).
I like cats.
I'm terrified of balloons.
When I'm not writing you'll find me in a college classroom teaching English, or working as a literary agent for an amazing agency...and of course, wrangling my family.
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I love to read, I love to write, I love coffee. Almost every author says this about themselves because these things are often so central to what we do, and what keeps us awake to get it done. But reading that description a few dozen times doesn’t give you much insight to who your author is, not really. All the good stuff comes from where they’ve been, where they’re going, where they want to go and how they want to get here.
So, here are a few things beyond the generic; things that shape who I am.
I grew up in Africa. We didn’t have electricity beyond a limited gasoline generator most of my childhood and didn’t have a television until I was sixteen. So, I filled all that extra time with reading, and scribbling down my own stories.
I’ve now lived in the USA longer than I’ve lived in Africa, although I tend to move every couple years. I’m a nomad at heart. I travel back and forth to Africa at least once a year, and I’ve felt for a very long time like I straddle worlds. Like I can make myself fit in everywhere, but I don’t fully belong anywhere. Maybe that's why my characters are often trying to decide where they fit in the context of others. Why part of their happily ever after is finding a place that claims them, a place where they fully belong.