Amazing story about a damaged hero and the woman who must fight (literally) for him. FIGHT PRINCESS features a kick butt heroine and a passionate romance. You won't be able to put it down.
Things aren’t what they seem. Don’t get involved.
Celisse is too headstrong to listen. Her best friend’s boyfriend is dead, and she does not heed Cullen’s warning, slipped to her in a note as he’s being arrested for the murder.
Cullen tries to keep Celisse out of danger and also tries to avoid her, both unsuccessfully. He can’t deny his feelings for her anymore, but he knows he can’t have her. If she ever discovered the truth about his past, she’d surely hate him.
Struggling with her intense feelings for Cullen, Celisse uses her skills as an ex-prosecutor to investigate, all while continuing to fight for Ogden, the organizer of an underground fight ring. She eventually realizes things are connected: the ring, Ogden, Cullen, the murder—and herself. She races to uncover the truth before she’s arrested or becomes the next victim—or perhaps, the next culprit.
He followed as she guided him into the steaming shower. Her hands on his chest, she pushed him into the water so that it washed down his back and over his shoulders.
“Are you warmer?” she asked.
He barely murmured, “Yes.”
“Just relax, okay? Everything’s all right.” She rubbed her hands over his skin, wiping off the blood.
She drew water from the showerhead down over his chest. With gentle fingers, she unmatted his chest hair. Then she slid her hands over his neck. His skin grew warmer.
“Close your eyes,” she said. He did as she asked, and she used her fingertips to caress the dried blood from his face. Then she tilted his head back into the water and drew her fingers through his hair. His breathing was steady, quiet. The tenseness in his shoulders lessened.
“Everything’s all right,” she murmured.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her. His eyes seemed to be better focused. He tilted his chin and touched her cheek, wiped the blood off. Then he pulled his fingers slowly through her hair. She realized he had gotten blood there as well.
Then he held her face in both hands. “You’re all right.”
He pulled her to his chest. His hand rested on her cheek and his cheek on her hair. His biceps tightened as he held on to her. “He said he was going to rape you, kill you.”
“He was lying.”
“They were holding you—five of them.”
Her hands on his back, she held on tightly, tried to offer him comfort. “He set up that scene to make you think I was in danger.” She didn’t mention that she’d gotten away from them easily, that she was frustrated Cullen didn’t trust her to be able to take care of herself.
He held her tighter and murmured against her hair. “Celisse.”
“I’m here. I’m fine.”
His breath seeped into her hair. “I need you.”
About the Author:
M.S. Kaye has several published books under her black belt. A transplant from Ohio, she resides with her husband Corey in Jacksonville, Florida, where she tries not to melt in the sun. Find suspense and the unusual at www.BooksByMSK.com.
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