“Who knew a bad boy could mend a broken heart.”What does a girl do after she discovers her fiancé is a cheating bastard?
In my case, I performed the ritual implosion of all scorned women. I drowned my sorrows in cases of white wine, wallowed in gallons of ice cream, and ignited a bonfire to burn away every damn remnant of his existence. Six months later, the only result was a permanent impression of my ass on the couch.
Adventure Dating my friends dared.
SOLD, I said to myself, until I discovered he was so much more than just a BOXER.
Right to the heart.
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This time it’s Tahlia’s story.
After she called off her wedding to her cheating scum of an ex-fiance, Tahlia is still not over the hurt and humiliation. She rarely leaves her house and the normally well put together woman is now wearing three day old, stained pajamas and leaving spoons in her sink. Oh the horror! 😉 Her besties, Lennox and Whitney, stage an intervention and take her to the one place she most certainly wouldn’t enjoy herself—a boxing match. But, that’s where she meets up and coming boxer, Lucas. Sexy, abs of steel, green eyed Lucas who sets her skin on fire. She decides maybe that one night stand idea isn’t so bad after all. But, due to some unforeseen events, it doesn’t happen. Alas…
Told entirely from Tahlia’s POV, being inside T’s mind is a hoot. She is sassy and snarky one minute, then unsure of herself the next. I think I like Tahlia more than I liked Whitney. But, let’s talk about the real hero of this story—Lucas. Lucas is one of a kind. He is sexy as sin with a dirty mouth and moves like Jagger, but he also has a heart of gold under those muscular pecs. I instantly liked him and my like only grew bigger the further I read.
As with all romances, something or someone tries to sabotage the happy couple, but love prevails and T gets her HEA!
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“Hey,” I say, reaching for it.
“No, girl, you’re gonna want to be stone sober for this one. You don’t want to be like Whit the first night she and Cole got together.” She takes a sip, but I grab the cup back, knowing I need it more than I thought.
Especially when he glances down and a perfect set of sparkling teeth emerge, revealing a smile that has me gripping Lennon’s arm for support. Then he bites his bottom lip for a second, and my fingernails dig into Lennon’s bicep.
“Damn, I wish I saw him first.” Lennon’s voice sounds as dreamy as I feel. “You better ride him like you’re a fucking rodeo star, girl.” And there’s the Lennon I know and love.
The vodka man, now known as Lucas Cummings, turns around, continuing to bounce on his toes.
Sammie’s voice rings out once more, and another boxer enters with four bodyguards and a red silk robe. He weaves through the ropes and stares down Lucas. Lucas laughs, egging him on, and my gut twists.
“The undefeated Brock ‘Lights Out’ Hayes,” Sammie announces, and the guy jumps around the ring, waving both fists in the air.
Lucas turns back toward us, but his attention is focused solely on another guy. A small man rushes in the ring, putting Vaseline on his cheeks and forehead.
“This is the real deal.” The excitement in Lennon’s voice increases.
Lucas keeps peeking over at me, an uptick on his lips each time. Eventually, the guy who I assume is his manager glances over our way to see what’s distracting him.
Whit tugs on my arm and leans in close. “Someone has caught the boxer’s attention,” she whispers and I wish my cheeks didn’t heat like they are.
“Because he’s thinking of all the ways he’s going to fuck her later,” Lennon adds, turning her head for only a second.
“What?” Whitney asks, in the dark on the whole situation.
“I met him at the bar. He asked me to meet him after,” I say, and Whitney’s eyes crinkle as if she doesn’t think that’s a good idea. So thinks the girl who resorted to Tinder.
“Like you’d do that,” she says confidently, and I bite my lower lip. The lip that is now a little tingly from what I assume is the Everclear. “Tahlia, don’t you think you should wait for your second one-night stand for someone of his…caliber?”
Cole peeks over her shoulder. “I met him a few weeks ago when I came to watch the fights. Seems like an okay guy.”
Whitney raises her hand, and it smacks Cole in the face. He grabs his nose.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She glances at him for a second before her eyes set on me again like a mother scolding her teenager.
“No, babe, it’s my fault. I know better than to try to get in the middle of a conversation between you three.” Cole touches his nose a few times and wiggles it around.
“Guess you’re not the kinda guy to jump in that ring then.” Lennon laughs and points at him. Cole raises his eyebrows in her direction.
“Are you challenging me, Lennon?” Cole asks and the three of us laugh.
Whitney waves her hands around. “Forget that. Tahlia, you can’t go have a one-night stand with someone like him.”
I look past Whitney to Cole. “I think you need to go over the one-night stand rules. First one being, you don’t know the person. Second qualification, you pick the hottest guy.”
Cole laughs, but Whitney only becomes more agitated. I’m not sure why she’s giving me trouble. She’s the one who brought me here tonight.
“Tahl,” she sighs.
“Whit,” I mimic her tone. “I’m a grown woman. I’ll be fine.”
Lennon elbows me a few times. “The blood is about to spew,” she says and jumps up, screaming, “Go, black shorts!”
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