Author: Carly Fall
Publisher: Bottom Drawer Publications
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: May 29th, 2013
Five years ago Dylan Gomez had it all. He was an up-and-coming boxer with a loving girlfriend, and his sights were set on the big league. Then he let the hype of the fans inflate his ego—he thought he was invincible. That all changed when an alcohol-fueled decision altered the course of his life. He lost his girlfriend and then bit-by-bit his life crumbled around him.
Physical therapist, Regan Holloway, has coasted through life for the last five years. She’s been in the same place all that time and most of her things are still in boxes. Agreeing to a “friendly” date with a co-worker, she ends up ringside and face-to-face with the man she’d fled to forget—Dylan.
Dylan’s turning his life around and working his way back up the ranks; he’s got a big fight lined up in thirty days that will be his ticket back into the pros—if he can win. The only thing holding him back is an old shoulder injury and Regan not being by his side.
When Max, Dylan’s manager, convinces Regan to come with them and work on his shoulder for the fight, she knows she needs to keep things professional so that she won’t be hurt again.
In the thirty-day countdown to the big fight, secrets are revealed, their passion is reignited, and the past threatens to haunt their future. On fight day, Dylan and Regan are truly against the ropes.
Feeling a little lightheaded from the wine, she opened the bathroom door and looked around for a moment to get her bearings. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a red duffle bag, and a shiver traveled down her spine as goose bumps crawled across her skin. Slowly, she turned.
Dylan strode toward her, his big body gliding through the crowd. At his side was his trainer, Max, carrying the red bag. She looked Dylan up and down. He wore loose, black sweatpants and a black t-shirt that hugged the ridges of his chest. Sweat glistened on his face and wet tendrils of black hair were plastered to his neck. His dark eyes were focused straight ahead.
Was he fighting tonight?
Oh, no. Why hadn't she looked at the fight card?
Because she never thought in a million years that he would fight in a casino located in Indio, California. His fights had always been held in larger cities, like Los Angeles or Las Vegas. Never had he fought in a place like the small Dreaming Casino in the middle of the desert.
He hadn't seen her yet, and she tried to head back into the bathroom, but it seemed her feet wouldn't move. She felt panic well within her as he approached, now about fifteen feet away. His gaze fell on her, and she detected a hitch in his smooth gait. Their eyes locked as he approached, and she felt as though she were about to be swallowed up by the massive man coming toward her.
"So tonight you give it your best, Dylan," Max said as they passed, his eyes on the ground, as usual. The man lived in his head, always planning to stay one step in front of Dylan's opponents. "You just need to remember his right hook."
Dylan's gaze held hers, and she felt a long-forgotten sexual heat rip through her. As he passed, she caught the faint scent of sweat mixed with sandalwood, and she cringed when she recognized the scent of the soap he used. When Dylan had finally moved by her so that he couldn't look at her any longer, she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, wondering how she was going to get through the night. The man who had shattered her heart would be in fighting in the ring.
About The Author
Thank you for your interest in my books! I am a wife, a mother and a slave to Nicky the dog. I love to laugh, I think chocolate and wine should be considered their own food group, and I wish Christmas happened twice a year. I love hearing from readers, so please send me an email at email@example.com, or connect with me on Facebook, Goodreads or Twitter. Oh, one last thing. If you loved the book you read, please go and leave a review where you bought it!
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