Declan James is a MMA fighter, party all night kind of guy.
Responsibility is nowhere to be found in his life or so he allows everyone
around him to believe. Coming from wealth and a carefree lifestyle, Declan gets
what he wants, always. And what he wants is Ava. In his pursuit of getting what
he wants, Ava in his bed, his plan changes quickly without his consent. Against
his plans of being the next hot bachelor to cross the tabloids as he makes his
way to being the Ultimate Light Heavyweight Champion, Declan falls in love. He
falls in love without hesitation and without doubt.
Neither Declan nor Ava are aware that fate has
inconveniently intertwined their lives forever. Will they be able to survive
the aftermath of the truth?
Excerpt
I start
restocking the beer fridge when I get the feeling someone is watching me. I
turn slowly to take in the people in the bar and check for anything suspicious.
When my sight reached the back of the room, I found the set of eyes that made
me stir. Declan. Deep blue-green eyes set just below dark furrowed brows. The
piercing in his right brow shone under the low overhead lighting above his
table and made me want to take it between my teeth. Our gazes connect and he
doesn’t look away. The girl is still sitting on his lap and running her skanky
hand up and down his thigh. She has no idea that he’s been staring at me for at
least the last thirty seconds. Not being able to handle the stare contest any
longer, I smile at him. He doesn’t smile back and it really doesn’t bother me.
It probably should, but I have a feeling that it’s not a negative emotion that
makes him continue to stare blankly.
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About The Author
CJ has lived all over the state of California, Central,
South, North and finally landing back somewhere in the middle. She married the
boy she fell for when she was only eleven years old and together they have two
beautiful heathens. CJ obviously loves to read and write. She can watch the
Giant’s play baseball but hates football. She bakes when she’s sad, runs when
she’s mad and dances when she’s happy (even if she cant find a rhythm to save
her life) If you’re looking for her and can’t seem to find her, look on the
staircase, it’s her favorite spot to read.
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Twitter: https://twitter.com/AzevedoCJ
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