From New York Times bestselling author Laura Kaye, comes the first standalone title in her brand, new Warrior Fight Club series, FIGHTING FOR EVERYTHING. Join the Warrior Fight Club world today!
Loving her is the biggest fight of his life…
Home from the Marines, Noah Cortez has a secret he doesn’t want his oldest friend, Kristina Moore, to know. It kills him to push her away, especially when he’s noticing just how sexy and confident she’s become in his absence. But, angry and full of fight, he’s not the same man anymore either. Which is why Warrior Fight Club sounds so good.
Kristina loves teaching, but she wants more out of life. She wants Noah—the boy she’s crushed on and waited for. Except Noah is all man now—in ways both oh so good and troubling, too. Still, she wants who he’s become—every war-hardened inch. And when they finally stop fighting their attraction, it’s everything Kristina never dared hope for.
But Noah is secretly spiraling, and when he lashes out, it threatens what he and Kristina have found. The brotherhood of the fight club helps him confront his demons, but only Noah can convince the woman he loves that he’s finally ready to fight for everything.
Review: Wow! I started reading this book and put it down a couple of times and
once I really got into this book I figured out why. This book ripped me
apart and put me back together in the best way. I kept putting it down
because I wasn't in a place where I could read this book. Laura Kaye
wove a story that truly showed how much a wounded warrior can struggle
trying to adjust to civilian life. Noah was on a downward spiral and
only his best friend Kristina can help him want to come back from that
spiral. Their love story had me wanting to scream at Noah that he was
worthy of love. Kristina put up with a lot from Noah, but at the same
time they became closer as a result. I really can't say how much I loved
this book. The Warrior Fight Club is going to be a fantastic series and
I'm eagerly anticipating the next book in this series.
Excerpt:
“All
done,” Noah said. He gently applied tape to hold the bandage in place, but with
the way the back of her hand was swelling, there wasn’t any safe place to
press. Sonofabitch. He couldn’t believe this had happened to her. And on his
watch.
“You’re
taking really good care of me, Noah. Thank you,” Kristina said with a small
smile.
“I
will always take care of you,” he bit out. And then he realized what he
said, and just how vehemently he’d said it. And damn if it hadn’t sounded a
whole lot more than friendly. He chanced a glance at Kristina, and it
was clear that she’d registered something in his tone, too. He threw away the
trash and sat against the edge of the desk. “Why don’t you sit with the ice for
a few minutes?”
She
rose and stood right in front of him, her pretty eyes even with his given how
he was leaning. “I don’t need to sit,” she said in a low voice, her gaze boring
into his.
“Well,
I need you to sit. So sit.”
Her
eyebrow went up. Just the one.
Under
other circumstances it might’ve made him laugh. Could she ever just fucking
listen to him? But he was wound so tight over witnessing her getting hurt, over
the idea that it could’ve been so much worse, over seeing her spilled blood,
that it was all he could do not to redecorate Mr. Johnson’s office along the
lines of his shower wall. He was nearly vibrating with pent-up frustration.
And
now Kristina was boxing him in, observing him too closely, not giving him an
out.
“Here’s
the part where I’m gonna say ‘thank you,’ and you’re going to say ‘you’re
welcome.’ Ready? Thank you for protecting me and taking care of me, Noah.” Her
expression was expectant, and not a little amused.
Something
about her playfulness wound him a notch tighter. Because he wasn’t playing. His
gaze dropped from her eyes to her full pink lips, and desire sucker-punched him
so hard he nearly gasped. “Does your mouth hurt?” he rasped.
“Why
would my—”
Noah
was on her in a flash. Hand cupping the side of her face, arm hauling her tight
up against him, mouth claiming hers on a deep, needful, soul-healing kiss.
Kristina’s muscles braced in surprise, but then she melted against him, going
soft and pliant against all his hardness. And he was hard. So hard, so on edge,
so in need of release, that he could’ve spun her around, lifted her onto the
desk, and buried himself deep right here and right now.
He
needed to be more gentle with her, but the need roaring through him wouldn’t
allow him to slow down or back off. And her eager responsiveness didn’t help,
either.
Her
good hand fisted in his hair, her mouth sucked maddeningly at his tongue, and
her body writhed against his erection. And goddamn the noises she was making,
because the desperate moans and little mewls of need were hot as fuck,
every one stroking his cock and making him harder.
Instinct
told Noah that Kristina wouldn’t hinder him playing out his little fantasy on the
desk.
Except
she was hurt. And they were in a fucking sub shop. Annnd, he couldn’t forget
about what was behind door number three—they were supposed to be Just. Friends.
“Shit,”
he rasped. “I did it again.”
She
grasped at his face. “Yes, thank you for that, too. Keep doing it.” Kristina
went in for another kiss. This time, her tongue penetrated him, like she wanted
to fight him for control. And hell if that didn’t set off all kinds of heat
inside him.
He
flipped them around and pinned her to the desk, nearly leaning her backwards
over it. The position brought his hard-on flush with that sweet, hot spot
between her legs. She cried out and tried to grind against him, but his weight
and her skirt kept her pinned tight.
Hurt.
Sub shop. Friends.
“Shit,
wait.” He stepped back, putting space between them. Because he didn’t think
he’d have the strength to resist a third time. Especially when she stared at
him with such abject fucking need, her cheeks flush with desire, her hair
mussed from his hands, her luscious breasts heaving under that clingy V-neck
top. “You’re hurt.”
“And?”
Kristina asked.
Noah
glared. “Kristina, I’m kinda on the edge here, if you can’t tell.”
She
slipped up onto the desk and spread her legs, just the little bit the skirt
allowed.
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Laura is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over thirty books in contemporary and erotic romance and romantic suspense, including the Blasphemy, Hard Ink, and Raven Riders series. Growing up, Laura’s large extended family believed in the supernatural, and family lore involving angels, ghosts, and evil-eye curses cemented in Laura a life-long fascination with storytelling and all things paranormal. Laura also writes historical fiction as the NYT bestselling author, Laura Kamoie. She lives in Maryland with her husband and two daughters, and appreciates her view of the Chesapeake Bay every day.