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Kyran Reese is a man in control. Driven when it comes to work, focused when it comes to play. From his office to the chalk circle of the bare-knuckle boxing ring, his only thought is to win. That thirst heightens when Dale Porter enters his life. His brother’s assistant should be off limits, but her witty comments and sarcastic comebacks have him desperate to get her between the sheets.

When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer.

Has Kyran finally met his match? Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?

Excerpt:

Kyran’s taste hit her like a sledgehammer. She could smell him, feel him, and good grief, she wanted him. Every ounce of willpower and irritation disappeared, launching her into the kiss.

Dale had been correct in her assessment: it was a devouring. Kyran’s fingers laced into her hair, tugging and twisting until her head tilted and the kiss deepened. 

She could barely breathe, every part of her body focused on Kyran. She’d dreamed about this, longed for it since the day she’d walked into his office, but nothing could have prepared her. Kyran aroused every cell in her body.

A rumble emanated from low in his throat as he slid his tongue into her mouth. The sound reverberated through her body, making her nipples harden. She clenched her thighs, her panties growing damp. Kyran didn’t stop. His full lips roamed roughly over hers as he ran his fingers through her hair. 

Step by slow step, he backed her against the wall, never stopping his seduction of her lips. Any concern with their surroundings vanished, the last vestiges swept away with the stroke of his tongue. He pressed his body against hers, her breasts pushing against the hard contours of his chest.

When he rubbed his thigh between her legs, Dale rocked her hips against him, the response automatic. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection harden. She trailed her fingers over his chest, enjoying the ripple of his muscles underneath his shirt. She tugged on his shirt, bringing him closer when she’d have thought that was impossible.

Kyran hummed, tickling her tongue and causing her to smile against his mouth. 

“Ms. Porter,” he said as though her name was a warning.

Dale looked into his eyes and was almost floored by the lust she saw pouring from them. “Dale,” she said firmly.

“Was that kiss so good it confused you? My name’s Kyran.”

“Call me Dale. Not Ms. Porter.”

“We’re at work.” 

“But you’ve got your hands all over me, and your tongue is in my mouth. I deserve my name, Kyran.”

He sighed, her name on his lips.

He returned his mouth to hers. The kiss was forceful and angry, but it instantly turned up the heat flaring within her. He rested his hand on her hips, gripping them tight as she grabbed hold of his head again. 

Exhaling into his mouth, she ran her hand across his shaved head. Kyran ground himself against her, his erection hard against her stomach. Through his pants it was impressive, but she wanted to feel him. All of him.

Dale nipped at his bottom lip, loving the hiss he gave in response. She had to find her power in all this. Previously, it had been on his terms and his way. She wouldn’t allow herself to be carried away and led by his wants and his needs. She had her own. Kyran should see her for the strong person she was. She desired him, but would not be consumed by him or treated as his little secret.

Darting her tongue forward to meet his, they battled. It was a dance of desperation as their tongues slid across each other aggressively, both fighting for supremacy. Neither one of them willing to give in to the other. Dale felt the vibrations of his moans through her mouth. They traveled all the way down to her sex, making her wet from just kissing Kyran.

However, this wasn’t just a kiss. This was something else, something far more intense. At times she disliked the man, and other times, Dale could think of nothing but having him between her thighs, pumping into her body. She whimpered at the thought.

Author Bio:

M. A. Stacie is never without a book or her eReader. A voracious reader, with a love of sexy, yet angst ridden novels, she adores getting lost in new worlds. Her need to write did not grip her until after her second son was born, when her previous rambles became fully fledged stories.


She describes herself as one huge contradiction, and though not the most conventional of hobbies, she counts getting new tattoos as one of hers. Along with knitting, listening to loud music, and playing the Wii with her children. M. A. Stacie lives in the UK with her husband and three sons.

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This book sucked me in right away! Dale is pretty awesome the way she gives it back to Kyran. It was plain to see how Kyran felt about Dale but I don't think Dale saw it- which of course lead to a lot of heart break. There is more going on than just Dale & Kyran he has a lot of family issues. I think a spin off story about his Brother would be fabulous. Lots of hot juicy steamy sex. Fabulous ending and a Rocking Epilogue.

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