Title: The Perfect Comeback
Author: Kacey Shea
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: November 9, 2017
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Cover
Photography: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Forest
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Cover
Photography: Wander Aguiar
Cover Model: Forest
I don’t do boyfriends. Or dating. Or random hookups.
Not when fictional men do it so much better, and not when my heart has been through the wringer. So when retired MMA fighter Matt Haywood crashes into my life, I’m not impressed. Quite the opposite actually. I avoid him at all costs.
At least, I try.
His persistence wears me down and it’s me who ends up wandering into his gym looking for more. I have to admit he’s nothing like I assumed. He’s witty and smart. His physical condition could win awards. Problem is, somewhere between rolling around on the mats together, I let down my guard.
I thought I was over relationships. That I’d never risk my heart again. But he’s out to prove it’s never too late for a comeback.
“So, you really don’t gamble?”
He sets down his utensil. “Never.”
My brow lifts with my question. “Never?”
“Never.” His smile drops and he shakes his head.
“Why?” I’m not sure I’ve met someone, a man particularly, who wouldn’t take a bet.
“Let’s just say I’ve never been given a bet I couldn’t walk away from,” he says with a cocky smirk. It sounds a lot like a challenge. One I can’t wait to break.
“So, if I bet you ten dollars you can’t stuff three California rolls in your mouth, right now, you wouldn’t do it?”
He laughs and picks up one of the aforementioned rolls. “I’ll eat them, but I won’t take the bet.” He pops it in his mouth and chews through his smile.
Okay, that was food. He’s a fighter, so he’s used to denying himself the finer things in life. This time I appeal to the other driving force of a man’s psyche. Laziness and sex.
“What if I told you that you wouldn’t have to train me anymore and I would still redesign your entire website. But the only thing you have to do is go over there and ask that girl on a date.” I point to a pretty blonde. One with legs for days who can’t avert her gaze from our table for more than a few minutes even though I’m sitting right here.
He doesn’t even follow my finger. “Nope,” he says, popping the sound of the P with a giant smile.
“You’re crazy.” I shake my head and laugh. Competitiveness has always been one of my strongest qualities, and now I’m even more determined to get him to agree to a bet.
“I told you I don’t make bets. Besides, then I wouldn’t get to see your cute face anymore.”
I stick my tongue out at his fake compliment. My brain races to come up with something good. Something he can’t turn down. But it’s clear I have no clue what makes this guy tick. I think back to our earlier conversations and a stroke of either brilliance or utter idiocy flashes before my mind’s eye. My lips pull up with unbridled laughter and I brace myself for another rejection. “Okay, I’ve got one more for you.” This will be entertaining to watch. “I’ll only bring you more disappointment.” He laughs.
“I’m sure.” I shake my head. “Okay, I bet you can’t last four dates. With me.”
“Deal,” he answers in an instant.
What the hell?
He sets down his utensil. “Never.”
My brow lifts with my question. “Never?”
“Never.” His smile drops and he shakes his head.
“Why?” I’m not sure I’ve met someone, a man particularly, who wouldn’t take a bet.
“Let’s just say I’ve never been given a bet I couldn’t walk away from,” he says with a cocky smirk. It sounds a lot like a challenge. One I can’t wait to break.
“So, if I bet you ten dollars you can’t stuff three California rolls in your mouth, right now, you wouldn’t do it?”
He laughs and picks up one of the aforementioned rolls. “I’ll eat them, but I won’t take the bet.” He pops it in his mouth and chews through his smile.
Okay, that was food. He’s a fighter, so he’s used to denying himself the finer things in life. This time I appeal to the other driving force of a man’s psyche. Laziness and sex.
“What if I told you that you wouldn’t have to train me anymore and I would still redesign your entire website. But the only thing you have to do is go over there and ask that girl on a date.” I point to a pretty blonde. One with legs for days who can’t avert her gaze from our table for more than a few minutes even though I’m sitting right here.
He doesn’t even follow my finger. “Nope,” he says, popping the sound of the P with a giant smile.
“You’re crazy.” I shake my head and laugh. Competitiveness has always been one of my strongest qualities, and now I’m even more determined to get him to agree to a bet.
“I told you I don’t make bets. Besides, then I wouldn’t get to see your cute face anymore.”
I stick my tongue out at his fake compliment. My brain races to come up with something good. Something he can’t turn down. But it’s clear I have no clue what makes this guy tick. I think back to our earlier conversations and a stroke of either brilliance or utter idiocy flashes before my mind’s eye. My lips pull up with unbridled laughter and I brace myself for another rejection. “Okay, I’ve got one more for you.” This will be entertaining to watch. “I’ll only bring you more disappointment.” He laughs.
“I’m sure.” I shake my head. “Okay, I bet you can’t last four dates. With me.”
“Deal,” he answers in an instant.
What the hell?
Kacey Shea is a mom of three, wife, and indie author who resides in sunny Arizona. She enjoys reading and writing romance novels as much as her son loves unicorns, which is a lot.
When she's not writing you will find her playing taxi cab to her children while belting out her favorite tunes, meeting friends or family for food and to share some laughs, or sweating it out in the gym. Kacey finds that picking up heavy weights repeatedly is good for her mental health as much as it is for the physical.
She has an unhealthy obsession with firefighters. It could be the pants. It could be the fire. It's just hot. On occasion she has been known to include them, without their knowledge, in her selfies outside the grocery store.
Kacey one day aspires to be a woman hand model in a sexy photo shoot. You know, the woman's hand raking across the muscular back or six pack stomach of the male fitness model. Yep, that hand.
Until that day comes she will continue writing sexy, flirty romance novels in hopes to bring others joy!
Kacey enjoys interacting with her fans so please feel free to stalk her on Facebook, Instagram or Twitter.
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