We are so excited to bring you the Release Week Blitz for FIGHTING DIRTY by Lori Foster! FIGHTING DIRTY is a Contemporary Romance and is the final installment in Lori Foster’s Ultimate Series. Grab your copy of the conclusion to this sexy series today!
What can I say about Fighting Dirty by Lori Foster? It was an awesome way to end this series. I've seen the chemistry between Merissa and Armie from the beginning and I couldn't wait for their love story. Well, this book didn't disappoint. There was everything from a bank robbery to hot sex in this book and so much in between. This book was also great because it gave the readers a glimpse of the other couples from earlier in this series, but was a stand alone for those who haven't read the starring Leese from this book. It is a must read.
Bestselling author Lori Foster
shares a fighting scene from the last book in her Ultimate Series, Fighting Dirty
Fighting Dirty
by Lori Foster is the final book in her addicting and wicked hot MMA-themed
Ultimate Series. Check out the excerpt below to see just what we mean. Happy
reading!
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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.
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HARD KNOCKS
NO LIMITS
HOLDING STRONG
TOUGH LOVE
About Lori Foster:
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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