Summary from Goodreads:
McGarry returns with the knockout new story of two high school seniors who are
about to learn what winning really means.
Champion kickboxer Haley swore she’d
never set foot in the ring again after one tragic night. But then the guy she
can’t stop thinking about accepts a mixed martial arts fight in her honor.
Suddenly, Haley has to train West Young. All attitude, West is everything Haley
promised herself she’d stay away from. Yet he won’t last five seconds in the
ring without her help.
West is keeping a big secret from Haley. About who he really is. But helping
her-fighting for her-is a shot at redemption. Especially since it’s his fault
his family is falling apart. He can’t change the past, but maybe he can change
Hayley and West have agreed to keep their relationship strictly in the ring.
But as an unexpected bond forms between them and attraction mocks their best
intentions, they’ll face their darkest fears and discover love is worth
Bonus novella included: Crossing the Line.
Books in the series:
(covers linked to Goodreads)
“Okay. All right. This can be managed. It can. I can manage this,” says Haley. “This is entirely under my control. I can own this situation.”
“I don’t need to be managed.”
Haley tosses me an are-you-for-real gaze and her hair tumbles over her shoulder. It’s shiny and I bet if I ran my fingers through it, the strands would feel like silk. I like hair like that. I like kissing girls who have hair like that. My eyes flash to her lips and the memory of her stepping into me on Friday night sizzles in my mind: the walking, talking inferno. Kissing Haley would be a thrill ride experience.
“West?” Haley motions near her eyes. “Attention here, please?”
“I wasn’t checking out your curves.” Though now that it’s mentioned…
“Go there and I swear to God you’ll have to check ‘other’ when asked if you’re male or female.”
I chuckle and rest my palm against the cool cinder block wall, crowding her. Haley shifts and practically shrinks into the corner. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. I’d say she was afraid, but the way she studies my biceps tells me differently.
“Haley?” She refocuses on my face. “Eyes up here please.”
Gaped. Open. Mouth. “Okay, look. Me and you. We’ve got problems.”
I agree. She wants to kiss me. I want her body underneath mine. Nothing a dark room and a bed couldn’t solve. “What are you doing after school?”
“What? No. Don’t tell me. I don’t care. Back to problems. Those guys that jumped us on Friday?”
My hand slips off the wall and I straighten. “Yeah?”
“They go to school here and I’m not exactly their best friend.”