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FIGHTING DIRTY Synopsis:
He's the hottest MMA fighter in the game, but one woman is ready to try out a few steamy moves of her own in an unforgettable new novel from New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster
With the life he's led and the muscles he's gained, Armie Jacobson isn't afraid of anything. Except maybe Merissa Colter's effect on him. It's not just that she's his best friend's little sister. Fact is, she deserves better. Women pursue him for one night of pleasure, and that's all he wants to offer. Until rescuing Merissa from a robbery leads to the most erotic encounter of his life.
Good girl meets bad boy. It's a story that rarely ends well. But Merissa is taking matters into her own hands. No matter how he views himself, the Armie she knows is brave, honorable and completely loyal. And as past demons and present-day danger collide, they're both about to learn what's truly worth fighting for…
Merissa loved her brother. She’d
always seen him as Superman, larger than life, a rock whenever she’d needed
one. He was only a couple of years older than her, but for as long as she could
remember he’d seemed grown-up.
Right now, Superman was in her
kitchen, insisting on getting her a drink when all she really wanted was the
time alone to let go. She knew if she fell apart in front of him, Cannon would
never leave her.
He didn’t need to be a savior, not
right now.
“Here.” He returned with a cola over
ice, urging her to the couch. He smoothed back her hair, his gaze drawn to the
bruise. Yes, it hurt. But the physical discomfort was nothing compared to the
fear.
And here she’d promised herself,
long ago, that she’d never again let herself be that type of victim.
But this fear—it was more about
Armie standing in front of her, using himself as a shield. Risking his own
life.
Willing to die.
“Take these.” Cannon handed her two
aspirin.
She tried a teasing smile. “This
feels so familiar.”
He stalled, then shook his head.
“Don’t think about that.”
She couldn’t help herself. They’d
lost their dad when she was only sixteen. As the owner of a neighborhood bar
he’d resisted the extortion of local thugs, refusing to pay their demanded fees
for “protection.” Late one night when he’d been closing, men had come in and
beaten him to death.
Devastated but determined, their mom
had nearly worked herself into her own grave trying to keep them afloat.
Merissa could remember it all like yesterday. The goons wanted her mother to
sell but she’d refused.
Until some of those goons had cornered
Merissa on her way home from school.
“It’s all the same. You coddling me,
being the strong one for both of us.”
“You were a kid then.”
“You’re only two years older than
me,” she reminded him with a shoulder bump. “You were a kid then, too.”
“Maybe. I remember feeling so damned
helpless.”
“Like you feel now?” She knew her
brother, knew he wanted to make things right for her when that wasn’t his
responsibility. “I’m not a kid anymore, Cannon. I can handle it.”
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do,” she told him gently.
“Because I don’t want my big brother stuck taking care of me again.”
He folded her hand into his own.
“You know I enjoy it, right?”
Her laugh sounded pitiful. But she
still remembered how her mother had given in because of her. Cannon had found those
men, and even at eighteen he’d made them pay with his fists—because of her.
She’d influenced him into becoming a
fighter.
And it was because of her that he’d
formed the neigh
borhood watch. Everyone loved
Cannon, but no one could love him more than she did.
“Superman,” she teased. “This time,
I promise I can take care of myself.”
A slight knock on the door made her
jump.
“It’s just Armie,” Cannon said with
a squeeze to her shoulder. “I’ll let him in.”
Nodding, she again thought of the
way Armie had stood in front of her, willing to block bullets if necessary.
Emotion welled up, choking her, killing
her.
She quickly took the aspirin and
tried to get herself together.
Armie peeked in cautiously, saw her
on the couch and came in farther. “She okay?”
“Yes,” Merissa and Cannon said at
the same time.
Armie gave a slight, tilted smile.
“Hey, Stretch.” He came over to her, laid her keys on the coffee table, then
winced at the darkening discoloration on her jaw.
“I bruise easily,” she explained.
“By tomorrow it’s going to look worse, believe me. But it was just a slap. I
doubt you guys would have even noticed.”
Armie crouched down in front of her.
“Hey, you’re not a fighter, hon.”
She liked it when he called her
something other than Stretch. Something affectionate. “No kidding.” She hadn’t
fought at all; fear and the furious beating of her heart had kept her malleable
and weak. It infuriated her. “I may be big, but I lack muscle.” And guts.
“Tall,” Armie corrected. “You’re
tall, but far from big. More like…”
“What?”
He thought about it. “Delicate.”
A genuine smile took her by
surprise. So Armie Jacobson saw her as delicate? Huh.
Knowing she needed to get this over
with, Merissa took another drink, then set her glass aside and stood.
Armie slowly did the same, his
cautious gaze never leaving her. Cannon stood near him, strangely quiet. They
both watched her as if expecting her to lose it at any second.
And maybe she would—if she didn’t
have an audience.
And don’t miss the previous books in the Ultimate Series!
Since first publishing in January 1996, Lori Foster has become a USA Today, Publisher’s Weekly and New York Times bestselling author. Lori has published through a variety of houses, including Kensington, St. Martin’s, Harlequin, Silhouette, Samhain, and Berkley/Jove. She is currently published with HQN. Visit her online at LoriFoster.com.
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