Title: Fight for You Author: Charisse Spiers
Genre: Erotic Romance, Standalone intended for 18+ only!
Publication Date: Early December
Illustrator: Clarise Tan with CT Cover Creations
Plot: Note from the author: 18+ please
To fight and win means the control is his and only his. The last man standing proves it all. Never again will he be on the losing end of the blow, the one lying broken and bloody wanting to die.
Control. Dominance. Aggression. Competition. Each represent a means to survival, a necessity to stay alive, and to suppress the demons that lie inside; the very ones clawing and attempting to break free from the bar that holds them at bay. Every day is a struggle to stay away from the darkness and evil that lurks deep within. Those are the things that it takes to keep those secrets in the realm of his mind in which they belong, forever buried so far there is no chance to break through the barrier he’s built.
Haddox Hayes has spent the last nine years getting by. He’s worked hard to forget that bloodthirsty night he left behind. The monster that exists within his veins will never be released again if he keeps a clear mind, and free from the debris he knows triggers his instinct to kill. He knows what can happen if it’s unlocked from its cage.
Fuck that. It can go to Hell along with the bastard that is the cause of his eternal torment. Eighteen years paid his sin, and at the age of twenty-seven the guilt still resides in his very core.
There is only one place he sets the monster free, but restricted: the ring. Playing by his rules has kept it on a leash for nine years and he doesn’t intend to break his rules now. The rage, the anger, the buildup, it’s all turned out in the confinement of the ropes against another traitor.
Stay in control. That’s the only thing that keeps his urge to annihilate smothered. Dominate the mind and the memories it holds. Fight aggression with fucking aggression. Be the best there is and lay his ass on the ground before the favor can be returned. Compete to win and to survive, or else the evil that is trying to consume will take over and turn him into the one thing he can’t become. If he becomes that, it has to be paid by death, the most ultimate rule.
A blackened heart isn’t allowed to partake in something as pure as love. He embraces the sweet nectar that a woman holds, sampling a little at a time. Never has he taken the same woman to bed twice. The only way to ensure he doesn’t harm another. A Dom in the ring and a Dom in the bed, his only way to cope within.
Then there’s Piper…the girl that could cause his control to evanesce. Will she be his downfall or his reparation? The entertainment is in the fight. Fight for love, fight for light, fight for her, or end in flight.
A girl with a ban against love, allowing men to bed her to numb her mind from the one that left her behind. Can the girl that won’t submit and the man that requires control find paradise in each other?
☆✮ Teasers ✮☆
☆✮ Excerpt ✮☆
We
finally get in the bar after standing in that long ass line. The music is
bumping and there are bodies everywhere, grinding against each other. I let my
body subtly sway to the music as I make my way to the bar in the back of the
club.
The
first thing I notice is the hot, shirtless bartender making drinks as I push
through the never ending people surrounding it. The bar is always more crowded
than any other spot in the building. I love this place. It's crawling with hot
guys and they have the best music around, not to mention the staff is oozing
sex appeal, because their uniform is jeans hanging low on the hips with the elastic
brief band of underwear peeking out the top, spelling out the brand they
represent.
This
one, in particular, is yummy. His torso is chiseled to perfection and covered
in tattoos placed perfectly against his skin. He's definitely worth a second
look. I want to nibble on that lip ring in the corner of his mouth. As I study
each line of muscle, I find myself wondering if Haddox's body looks like
this.
What
the hell, Piper?
Hot
bartender notices me ogling him and walks over with a smirk, leaning forward on
his forearms against the top of the bar in front of me. "What can I get
you, beautiful?" His eyes rake down my body as if he's already undressing
me with his eyes.
I
smile. This one's in the bag. "Well, how about Pineapple and Vodka, light
on the pineapple," I say in my most flirtatious voice as I sit on the
stool next to me that just became free. "Start me a tab," I ask,
biting my lip.
"Anything
for you, gorgeous," he says and reaches down for a glass, preparing to mix
my concoction. Moments later, he sets it before me, smiling. "What you
doing later?"
"I
don't know. Why don't you tell me," I say seductively as I press the rim
of the glass to my mouth.
"She'll
be with me," a sultry voice interrupts in a close range behind me.
The
bartender looks over my head and starts to back away from the bar. "Sorry,
man, I didn't know she was taken. No disrespect."
Pussy.
I don't need you anyway if you can't even ask my relationship status to the one
person that knows. Me!
I feel
like banging my head against the bar. I'm going to need to be intoxicated for
this. I press my lips to the glass and drain the contents. Goose bumps start to
form as I can feel breathing on the side of my neck. I don't need to look to
know who it is. "I thought I had until midnight," he barks
outside my ear.
I can
barely breathe with him this close to me. How am I supposed to speak? I don't
think I want to at risk of sounding like a crushing schoolgirl.
Put on
your game face, Piper.
I need
more alcohol and fast. I choose to ignore the sexy as shit control freak next
to me. Where is Alyvia when I need her? She was only supposed to have been
going to the restroom, but knowing her she's already in the middle of the dance
floor, covered in sweat. The girl doesn't even need alcohol. She usually sips
beer, but comes for the music.
The
Rumple Minze from earlier is calling out to me. "Rumple Minze, two
shots," I call out to the female bartender as she passes.
The
girl is badass. Not even a minute and the shots are patiently waiting for me to
consume them. "What can I get for you, sweetie," she asks, but her
line of vision is directly beside me. It doesn't even seem to faze her that she
is staring at the sexiest man alive. Hard-core is what that means, because even
girls in the coffee shop had their eyes glued to him.
"Same
as usual, Britt." She smiles at the sound of her name.
Wait a
minute? Hold up...they know each other? I come to this bar frequently and I've
never seen him until the fashion show.
She
grabs a bottle from the tub of ice, twists off the cap, and sits the bottle of
Bud Light down in front of him. "My mistake, babe. How you been? Same ole
broody Haddox, I'm guessing?"
"Something
like that," he replies, saying nothing more.
"And
as vague as usual too. Maybe we can catch once the bar slows down. Enjoy your
night," she winks and glances over at me.
I
consume one shot, followed by the other. My nerves are going haywire. The
alcohol is finally coursing through my veins, leaving me in a more relaxed
state of mind, though not much.
I feel
a hand wrap around my thigh, not far from my girly area. Oh my...
He
spins me around on the stool until I'm facing him. He's so close to my face
that I reflexively lean against the edge of the bar. "Are you going to
answer my question," he asks, placing his free hand on my other thigh, now
holding me in place.
He
starts to rub my inner thighs with his thumbs and my muscles are flexing down
below. How can I concentrate on anything he's saying if he's going to do that?
He roughly pulls me to the edge so that he can align his body between my legs.
It's really a good thing that I'm not modest, because my dress is hiked up. If
his body wasn’t pressed to mine, I would be flashing everyone.
In my
hesitation he speaks again. "I don't like to be toyed with, Piper, nor do
I like to be kept waiting."
He's
starting that controlling bullshit again, pulling me out of my hormonal haze. I
press my palms against his chest and push, but he doesn't budge. The alcohol is
bringing out my bitchiness. "Maybe I don't like to give myself to a man
that hesitates when given the opportunity. I basically put my pussy on a
platter and extended it to you, only for you to have to consider it. That's not
good enough for me. I may not be the girl to take home to mom, but I'm better
than that."
A growl
sounds within his throat and he clamps down on my thighs, jerking me closer to
him. His cock is bulging through his jeans, aligned between my legs. Fuck, does
it feel marvelous. He grinds me against him, his body flush with mine, and his
lips just outside my ear. "Does this answer your question?" His voice
sounds angry. "Do you want to know how hard you make me? Huh? Do you want
to know how much you push the limits of my control? Well, get ready baby,
because tonight you're all mine."
I can't
think of anything but how much I want this. I don't think I've wanted anything
this much in a really long time, possibly ever. Something about him takes me
out of my head, allowing me to escape into someplace else. I can't explain it,
because I don't understand it myself. I feel like such a whore right now, but I
don't care. I'm never like this; given the fact that what happened last night
did, but that's also more reason I want to. I want to rid my body of the toxins
it holds. I don't want anything left behind of Cole tainting me.
"Okay,"
I state in a breathy voice. "Where?"
"My
place. Meet me outside and don't tell Alyvia where you're going. I'm not
dealing with her shit tonight."
He
reaches down and adjusts himself, separating us. The distance makes me feel naked.
I instantly hop off the stool, attempting to fix my dress. I look around, but
no one is paying us any attention. They are too worried about getting laid
themselves; the beauty of a bar. "Give me ten minutes?"
He nods
and takes a step back before halting. "Oh and Piper?" I look at him,
waiting on what he has to say. "I'll give you what you want, but just
remember darkness and light can't coincide. You have to pick a side. Don't say
I didn't warn you..."
He
turns and walks in the direction of the exit. I'm not exactly sure what he
meant by that, but I don't care. Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in trying
to be this girl that I am from day to day. Maybe I'm living a lie. When
choosing either sinner or saint, I'm definitely not a saint, but I strive to be
a decent person. Perhaps the darkness is where I belong.
I may
not know many things about Haddox Hayes, but I know one thing: You can't force
someone in a place they aren't already willing to go. Something is pulling me
to him, making me want to explore whatever he has to offer. It's just a hunch,
but I get a feeling, I'd choose darkness with him every time.
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