What do you do when everything you avoid, turns out to be exactly what you need?
Easy and predictable, just the way he likes it, Blake Daniels flies through life the way he burns through women: on his terms, no regrets.
With his fighting career in full swing, he’s on the threshold of title contention. But when his training is compromised by injury, the stakes grow impossibly higher. The rage that fuels his punches also chips away at his focus, and he risks losing everything he cares about.
He won’t let that happen. Not again.
Layla’s through with men. After a marriage that never should’ve happened, she hopes to reclaim the pieces of the woman she lost years ago.
Emotional abuse has left her insecure and terrified. A master at faking what she’s not feeling, she masks her self-doubt in false confidence.
She’ll never let another man hurt her. Not again.
Chased by shadows of the past, Blake and Layla know what they don’t want, but their hearts have a different plan. As a web of lies and betrayal threatens to destroy them, they’re forced to make a choice.
Is love enough to heal even the deepest wounds?
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Fighting For Flight (Book 1) on Amazon
Fighting to Forgive on Amazon
Author Bio:
Bestselling author JB Salsbury lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her
husband and two kids. She spends the majority of her day as a domestic
engineer. But while she works through her daily chores, a world of
battling alphas, budding romance, and impossible obstacles claws away at
her subconscious, begging to be released to the page.Her love of good storytelling led her to earn a degree in Media Communications. With her journalistic background, writing has always been at the forefront, and her love of romance prompted her to sink her free time into novel writing.
Fighting for Flight is her first novel in the MMA romance series.
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Excerpt
I turn and head to my car before
she closes the door. If I stand there for another second, I’m not going to be
responsible for what kind of naked happens next.
She’s got an ugly past, a teenage
kid who’s working through some crap, and a serious case of the emotional
yo-yos. The whole situation screams trouble. Annoyance. Waste of time.
But all I hear is, Don’t let her
go.
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