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  An up-and-coming MMA fighter wants more than just one night from a woman fleeing her past in New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster’s irresistible new novel

  Heavyweight fighter Denver Lewis plays real nice, but he doesn’t share. That’s why he’s been avoiding top-notch flirt Cherry Peyton. But a man can only resist those lush curves for so long. Their encounter surpasses all his fantasies, bringing out protective urges that Cherry’s about to need more than she knows…

  Denver’s combination of pure muscle and unexpected tenderness has been driving Cherry wild. Yet no sooner does she get what she’s been craving than old troubles show up on her doorstep. And this time, Cherry can’t hide behind a carefree facade. Because the man by her side is one who’ll fight like hell to keep her safe…if only she’ll trust him enough to let him…

  Praise for New York Times

  bestselling author Lori Foster

  “Readers will be thrilled with Foster’s new sexy batch of fight club heroes and the women who love them.”

  —Kirkus Reviews on No Limits

  “Storytelling at its best! Lori Foster should be on everyone’s auto-buy list.”

  —#1 New York Times bestselling author Sherrilyn Kenyon on No Limits

  “Foster’s writing satisfies all appetites with plenty of searing sexual tension and page-turning action in this steamy, edgy, and surprisingly tender novel.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Getting Rowdy

  “Foster hits every note (or power chord) of the true alpha male hero.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Bare It All

  “A sexy, believable roller coaster of action and romance.”

  —Kirkus Reviews on Run the Risk

  “Bestseller Foster…has an amazing ability to capture a man’s emotions and lust with sizzling sex scenes and meld it with a strong woman’s point of view.”

  —Publishers Weekly on A Perfect Storm

  “Foster rounds out her searing trilogy with a story that tilts toward the sizzling and sexy side of the genre.”

  —RT Book Reviews on Savor the Danger

  “The fast-paced thriller keeps these well-developed characters moving…Foster’s series will continue to garner fans with this exciting installment.”

  —Publishers Weekly on Trace of Fever

  “Steamy, edgy, and taut.”

  —Library Journal on When You Dare

  Also available from Lori Foster

  and HQN Books

  The Ultimate series

  Hard Knocks (e-prequel novella)

  No Limits

  Holding Strong

  Love Undercover

  Run the Risk

  Bare It All

  Getting Rowdy

  Dash of Peril

  Men Who Walk the Edge of Honor

  “Ready, Set, Jett” in The Guy Next Door anthology

  When You Dare

  Trace of Fever

  Savor the Danger

  A Perfect Storm

  What Chris Wants (ebook novella)

  Other must-reads

  All For You

  Back to Buckhorn (ebook novella)

  Charade

  Up in Flames

  Turn Up the Heat

  Hot in Here

  Animal Attraction (ebook anthology)

  Love Bites

  All Riled Up

  The Buckhorn Legacy

  Forever Buckhorn

  Buckhorn Beginnings

  Bewitched

  Unbelievable

  Tempted

  Bodyguard

  Caught!

  Fallen Angels

  Enticing

  Coming soon, two classic tales

  in one sizzling volume

  Heartbreakers

  And don’t miss the next book

  in the Ultimate series,

  also coming soon

  Tough Love

  Dear Reader,

  My newest Ultimate series, with books that each stand alone but are connected by characters who know each other, involves mixed martial arts (MMA) fighters and falling in love. The books are not about fighting, but rather they are about high-level athletes fitting a monogamous, long-term relationship into the hectic schedule of training, travel, diet and competition.

  The sport brings with it some hunky, capable alpha heroes so that all I need to do is add in the romance. Superfun for me and, given the reaction to the first two stories (Hard Knocks, an e-prequel novella, and No Limits, a novel), readers are enjoying them, too. I’m thrilled with the feedback I’ve gotten so far, and now I have my favorite couple yet!

  Denver is big, strong, lethal in his skill, but he’s no match for Cherry once she decides she wants him. As always, they have several things they need to work out—all while Denver keeps up with his training. This is one of my sexiest books ever, but that’s because Denver is one of my sexiest heroes—something Cherry loves about him.

  If you’re not familiar with MMA, it is a full-contact, full-body combat sport allowing the use of strikes from hands, feet, elbows and knees, along with grappling techniques (think wrestling, but with submissions using manipulation of joints like elbows, knees and ankles), both standing and on the ground. The UFC—Ultimate Fighting Championship—is the best-known organization; my fictional version is the SBC, or Supreme Battle Challenge. Many different disciplines are learned—Brazilian jujitsu, muay Thai, wrestling, boxing and kickboxing. You might read a term like a headlock, or an arm bar, or an ankle pick…just know that those are different terms used to describe the action, and given the scene, you should be able to get a visual. There won’t be much of that, though, because as I said, the core of these stories is romance—sexy, fun, one-on-one romance.

  After No Limits released, I got (happily!) bombarded with reader letters and emails asking which of the fighters would be next. Now you know it’s Denver, and after him will be Stack. Armie, bless his kinky soul, will be last because let’s face it, Armie has some things to work out before he plays the role of romantic hero. But if you’d like a sneak peek into the plans, check the back of this book for a special “bonus scene” from No Limits hero Cannon’s point of view.

  And of course, you are always welcome to reach out to me. I’m very active on most social media forums including Facebook, Twitter and Goodreads, and my email address is listed on my website at lorifoster.com.

  I hope you continue to enjoy the Ultimate series. Do let me know!

  Happy reading to all,

  Lori Foster

  Contents

  CHAPTER ONE

  CHAPTER TWO

  CHAPTER THREE

  CHAPTER FOUR

  CHAPTER FIVE

  CHAPTER SIX

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  CHAPTER NINE

  CHAPTER TEN

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  THE WEDDING (Bonus Scene)

  EXCERPT

  CHAPTER ONE

  WATCHING HER LAUGH, seeing her tease and flirt, burned his ass big-time. He loved when she laughed and teased with him—not so much when it was with other guys.

  And therein lay the problem.

  He had a near-savage lust for her. When he looked at her, when he heard that carefree laugh, he felt dangerously close to losing it.

  Contemplating decisions and possible mistakes, Denver Lewis sipped his beer. He should look away from her bu
t knew he wouldn’t. She was all tits and ass and attitude in a petite frame, and God love the girl, she turned him on.

  He’d avoided her, refused to be drawn in by her tempting smiles, and all in all given her the cold shoulder since determining they wouldn’t suit. He had no right to judge her for having fun elsewhere.

  But knowing and accepting that as true didn’t talk him off the ledge. No, if anything it wound him tighter.

  Damn, she looked good.

  The shifting lights in the club played with her dark blond hair and the curves of her lush little body. His buddy Stack, another fighter, drew her into a fast dance. She didn’t refuse. Ever.

  Cherry Peyton was always the life of the party.

  The loud music competed with the furious drumming of Denver’s heart as he monitored her every move. The music’s wild tempo kept her body from touching Stack’s. They danced around each other and the rest of the crowd on the floor.

  Every guy there made note of her, seeing her once and then taking a longer look. Her happiness, her laugh and that killer bod all combined for one hell of an impact on the male libido.

  For over an hour, Denver watched her draw attention and smiles and, no doubt, sexual thoughts. He ignored other women who tried to get his attention, those who came up to him and propositioned him in modest and sometimes lewd ways.

  Yeah, he wanted to get laid.

  But he wanted Cherry, not anyone else.

  It pissed him off that he couldn’t get her out of his head. He should have had her before decreeing theirs an acquaintance-only relationship, then maybe he could have some perspective when it came to seeing her with other men.

  Then again, maybe not—because days after meeting her, he’d known sex wasn’t the only thing he wanted. He’d already begun to think of her as his, even though he hadn’t even kissed her yet.

  If only his territorial tendencies didn’t clash so badly with her playful party-girl personality.

  Seeing her accept her third glass of wine, he finished off his beer and called it quits.

  At least on the alcohol.

  He stewed while watching her indulge in several dances with too many different guys—never mind that they were all from their group, fighters that she, and he, knew well and trusted as friends. They’d all come down en masse to cheer on one of their own. Fighters from the rec center who sparred and coached together. Men he’d known forever.

  Men who had befriended Cherry when she’d become roommates with Merissa, another fighter’s sister.

  She was well and truly enmeshed in his life, friends with his friends, a part of their inner group, and if he wasn’t denying himself like a freaking masochist he’d be over there with them right now. She’d be laughing and joking with him. Dancing with him.

  Treating him like everyone else.

  That she was so well accepted in their circle made it even more impossible to stop thinking about her, because everywhere he went, he saw her.

  Finally, after a robust dance that had her laughing aloud, Cherry began to fade. She dropped into a chair at a table with three other fighters and a few women.

  Her gaze never once came his way—almost as if she knew where he was and avoided making eye contact with him.

  Suited Denver fine. Mostly.

  Damn it.

  It wasn’t easy, but he made himself look away.

  Tonight had been an eventful one. They’d all gotten to the local fight venue early, some to grab a bite before the event, others just to ensure they got the best seats. They all enjoyed watching Armie Jacobson fight.

  They’d enjoy it even more if Armie would accept the offers from the more elite, professional fight organization, the SBC, but for reasons of his own he dodged them, always insisting on sticking with the smaller, more local groups. It wasn’t due to a lack of talent.

  Cannon Colter was a star with the SBC, and both Denver and Stack had recently signed with them. Since they each sparred with Armie, they knew firsthand that he was fast and deceptively strong, slick in a way that bespoke innate talent, something that couldn’t be taught or learned but came naturally to a born athlete. Armie knew his shit.

  If he accepted a contract with the SBC, he’d more than hold his own. Denver believed he would dominate there, as well.

  But Armie blew them off every time.

  Speak of the devil... When Denver saw Armie approaching him, he put his elbows back on the bar, glad to finally have a distraction. “How do you feel?”

  “Whaddya mean?” Armie caught the bartender’s eye and ordered a whiskey.

  The competition had been done tournament style so that competitors had to win to advance, and had to fight multiple times. That arrangement wasn’t common anymore, and wasn’t the way the SBC did things. But the smaller events did what they could to highlight the fighters and drum up excitement.

  Armie had knocked out his first guy, then submitted the next two—each in the first round. In the second fight, he’d locked in an arm bar so tightly that the other fighter had immediately tapped rather than risk injury. For the third, he’d submitted with a rear naked choke. Each time, he made it look effortless. Hell, he’d walked away with nothing more than a small bruise on his cheekbone and some mat burn on one elbow. That was it. No other injuries. He’d barely broken a sweat. Armie destroyed other fighters with disgusting ease.

  Soon as the event had ended, most of the competitors and a lot of fans had converged on the nearby club for a promoted after-party. Armie, a fan favorite for the local organization, was sure to be the belle of the ball.

  “You took that last guy apart. He was damn near knocked out when you decided on the arm bar.”

  Armie tossed back the whiskey and asked for another. “Yeah, he must’ve been new or something.”

  More like Armie was that good, but Denver knew he wouldn’t admit it. For whatever reason, Armie shrugged off all opportunities to further his fight career. Because of that, Denver warned him, “Dean Connor was in the audience, scouting out the talent.”

  Only for a second did Armie react, but he shook off the stillness in less than a heartbeat. “Havoc was here?”

  “One and the same.” Dean “Havoc” Connor was a legend in the sport, and one of the most revered fighters ever. A while back, he’d switched gears from competing to training. Now, with another well-known veteran, Simon Evans, he ran one of the most successful and sought-after camps—the same camp where their buddy Cannon often trained.

  And Cannon had an upcoming title fight for light heavyweight, so clearly they were doing something right.

  Simon and Dean had the inside track with the SBC president and often recommended new recruits to bring under the SBC umbrella.

  Brows drawn, Armie scoffed. “This gig wasn’t exactly the upper echelon of talent. Why would Havoc waste his time with low-level competitions?”

  Succinct, Denver told him, “You.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “He took a ton of notes while watching you, and as soon as your fight ended he was on the phone making a call.”

  Armie flexed a shoulder. “He was probably here to see Cannon.”

  “He talked with Cannon. Merissa, too.”

  Armie almost fell off his stool. “What?” And then, with a quelling glare, “Why the hell would he talk to Rissy?”

  “She was cheering for you like crazy and I guess that got his attention.” Denver shrugged. Cannon’s sister often accompanied him to the fights. No big deal with that. “Given she was with Cannon...”

  “Yeah, maybe.” Armie tossed back the second whiskey and ordered up a third.

  Interesting. “Havoc’s still here, but Cannon already took off with Yvette and Merissa.” Since Denver hadn’t yet convinced himself to leave the club, he ordered a glass of lemon water. In two and a half months he’d have his second fight with the SBC, so he’d started watching his diet already. Not that he ever got too far off weight, and not that he couldn’t lose fifteen or even twenty pounds easily enough. But overal
l, he liked to stay healthy. He considered it part of his job requirements.

  “I knew Cannon was booking. We’d already talked.”

  “He didn’t mention Havoc?”

  “No, and I’ll give him hell for that later.” Armie relaxed enough to manage a grin. “Used to be, Cannon would have closed out the place with me. Now, with Yvette, he’s always in a hurry to get her alone. The wedding can’t happen fast enough for those two.”

  “A few weeks after his next fight,” Denver said. If it was up to Yvette, they would have already been married because she didn’t care about the fancy wedding.

  But Cannon considered the guys family and knew they’d want to celebrate with him, so they’d set up the wedding in a way that wouldn’t conflict with anyone’s competition schedule, most especially Cannon’s. “Looking forward to being best man?”

  Armie snorted. “You all expect me to balk at the sight of a tux, but what the hell, man, you’ll be wearing the same monkeysuit.”

  Watching Armie to gauge his reaction, Denver said, “Mostly I expect you to balk at the idea of being in the wedding with Merissa.”

  Looking past Denver, Armie narrowed his eyes. “Who’s that dude hitting on Cherry?”

  Twisting around, he forgot all about harassing his friend—which had probably been Armie’s intent. But damn, he hadn’t lied. Denver watched Cherry laughingly refuse an insistent guy bent on gaining her cooperation. The slow, thrumming music would have meant a different type of dance and Denver let out a breath when she didn’t give in.

  Seeing her body to body with another man, this time someone he didn’t know, would have made him nuts.

  Stack sat to one side of her, also watching the idiot who refused to take no for an answer.

  To her other side, Miles started to frown.

  Suddenly Cherry pushed back her chair and an ugly tension sank into Denver’s chest—until she grabbed up her purse and made a hasty getaway toward the restrooms.

  When the idiot started to follow, Miles blocked his way while Stack spoke close to his ear. Whatever he said made loverboy frown and search the bar.

  It wasn’t until his gaze clashed with Denver’s that he gave up and stalked away—in the opposite direction that Cherry had gone.

  Smiles quirking, Stack and Miles both saluted Denver, then went back to their table and the other women there.

 
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