by J.C. Valentine
Wayward Fighters #3
Publication Date: May 26, 2015
Also in this series: Wayward Fighters: Books 1 & 2
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Spencer Bradley ruins everything he touches. Addicted to gambling, he’s lied, cheated, and stolen to get what he wants. Now, in order to protect those he cares for, he’s keeping his distance. Rehab’s taught him a lot, but when his time runs out and he finds himself with nowhere to turn, he seeks help from the one person he’s capable of destroying.
Olivia Carter fell in love the day she met Spencer Bradley. Despite him being responsible for the downfall of his best friend’s career and landing himself in rehab, she can’t bring herself to stay away—even if it means risking her own recovery.
*Note* While this book is a part of the Wayward Fighters series, unDefeated can be read as a standalone.
Spencer was gone when she stepped out of the shower. With efficiency, Olivia toweled off, dried her hair, and twisted it up on her head, securing it with a lobster clip. Dusting on a thin layer of foundation, she went heavy on the eyes, finishing with a bold red lipstick. It was a lot of makeup for daytime, but it was perfect for the dark, smoky atmosphere inside the club.
After dressing in the required uniform—a short, black mini dress—Olivia hurried into the kitchen to put together a sack lunch. Spencer was already there, shirtless—a look she was beginning to realize must be a normal thing for him. She’d never had the opportunity to pick up on those sorts of things before.
She wasn’t complaining.
Her eyes were immediately drawn to the intricate dragon tattoo extending from the top of his shoulder down to his elbow. It was fierce, with vacant eyes and claws that seemed to grab on to his flesh. She had to force herself to turn away to keep from reaching out to touch it.
Hearing her approach, Spencer turned and his gaze skated over her appreciatively, pausing on the red-soled black heels that added a few inches to her height. “Damn, girl.”
Her stomach flipped at the compliment. Smirking, she reached past him to dig in the refrigerator for the lunchmeat. “Thanks.”
“Please tell me they have bodyguards there; otherwise, you’re about to gain yourself an escort.”
She rolled her eyes, ignoring the nervous flutter in her stomach in response to his possessiveness. “Yes, they have bodyguards.”
“Good, because I have stuff to take care of tonight and I don’t need to be worried about going to jail for kicking some grabby motherfucker’s ass.”
The mention of stuff froze her insides. She hoped he wasn’t planning to go out and get into trouble.
When she realized what she was doing, she shook the thought free. Spencer was showing progress. Now, she just had to have a little faith in him.
“Seriously?” Turning, Olivia leveled him with a look. “Do you even hear yourself right now? You’re talking about getting into a fight with someone for touching me when we aren’t even together.”
His pierced brow arched up. “First of all, yes, I do hear myself, and I meant what I said. I would kick someone’s ass if they so much as laid a finger on you without permission.” He braced his arms on either side of her, bracketing her in. “And second,” he said with a dangerous edge as he crowded her against the counter, “it doesn’t matter to me if we have an official title or not— you’re mine, Liv. So no more talk of us not being together bullshit. It’s starting to hurt my feelings.”
Surprised, her mouth gaped open, her thoughts skidding to a halt. With Spencer standing so close, the heat from his body seeping into hers, she couldn’t think straight. “I thought you were done.”
His eyes narrowed. “Done with what? You? Never.”
Also in the Wayward Fighters Series
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Alyson Blake had learned early on that the only one she could depend on was herself. The only light in her life was a boy whom everyone agreed was destined for prison; but with his first kiss, he had set her soul on fire. Since the day the police dragged him away in handcuffs, she had managed to lead a quiet life, but when she attends an event fraught with mayhem, trouble resurfaces.
The one person she can’t forget…
Jamison Weston is the kind of guy dads load their shotguns for; endowed with a hot temper and a rap sheet as long as both tattooed arms. Known as “The Judge,” Jami’s hot temper, lethal fists, and cocky attitude have earned him respect and admiration both in and out of the ring. But just when he thinks he’s pummeled his past to death, Alyson Blake reenters his life.
Two paths collide…
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Synopsis: History brought them together. Circumstances may keep them apart.
Alyson Blake’s past left her with scars. Scars that she tried to fix the only way she knew how—by helping others. But actions have consequences, and Alyson is about to find out that being naïve is no excuse.
Fighting is Jamison Weston’s passion. Alyson is his obsession. Despite the past and a few lingering concerns, their relationship is as solid as ever. Until a shocking lie is uncovered and all of his plans begin to unravel. Now, Jami is rushing to pick up the pieces, but as relationships are put to the test, will he be strong enough to keep it together, or will it all just fall apart?
About J.C. Valentine
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.