Fighting Dirty
Worth the Fight #5
Worth the Fight #5
Sidney Halston
Releasing January
5, 2016
Loveswept
Loveswept
If you love the
MMA romances of Vi Kreeland and Kendall Ryan, Sidney Halston’s Worth the Fight
series will knock your socks off! In Fighting Dirty, a geek-chic cage fighter
proves that appearances can be deceiving . . . and oh-so-tempting.
With his preppy
clothes and horn-rimmed glasses, Enzo Silva is the last dude anyone expects to
find in a mixed martial arts gym. A wealthy Brazilian banker who never had to
fight for anything, Enzo’s stuck in the amateur circuit—but he burns to make
the pros. Maybe that explains the heat he feels whenever he’s around Jamie Lynn
Calhoun. The pint-size, magenta-haired bartender with the Texas drawl is
everything he’s not . . . and everything he craves.
Tough as nails and
independent to a fault, Jamie Lynn—JL to her friends—works hard to pay her
bills and keep life simple. Enzo is doing his best to complicate that. Even
though she likes to bust his balls, he’s got some kind of a nerdy-hot vibe that
makes JL wonder if she might finally be able to let her guard down. It might do
the boy some good to spend some time in her world, where blood, sweat, and
victory are as sweet as the first taste of real love.
“What made you change your mind about going
out with me?” he asked as they crossed the parking lot. “Not that I’m
complaining. But you’ve been saying no for almost a year.”
“Truth?”
“Always.”
“You
always seem so predictable, but you doing this . . .” She shook her head. “I
guess it made me see you in a different light.”
He held
her car door open for her as she tucked the canvas facedown in the backseat and
then got in the car. “I’m glad it took me completely humiliating myself to get
you to go out with me. Maybe I won’t kill your brother for this ridiculous bet,
after all,” he said. “I’ll make reservations at the Tackle Box and pick you up
at eight tomorrow.” When she looked at him for a moment too long, he said, “You
don’t like the Tackle Box?”
“Do you
work tomorrow?” she asked as she got back out of the car.
“Yes.”
“That was
a dumb question. You’re always working. Let me rephrase the question. Can you
take the day off tomorrow?”
Enzo
quickly thought about all the teleconferences he had scheduled and all the
reports he had to do. “I can.”
“Okay, so
I’ll pick you up at eight.”
“Uh . . .
I don’t understand.”
“Eight in
the morning,” she clarified. “I asked you out, so I pick. That’s the deal,
okay? It’s my treat. I pick where we go and what we do.”
“I don’t
think—”
“You hate
giving up control, don’t you?” she asked wryly, already knowing the answer.
“Don’t worry so much. Just be ready. It’ll be fun—spontaneous. You’ll like it.
I promise.”
He let
out a breath. “Fun and spontaneous isn’t something I’m very comfortable with,”
he admitted. But then he decided, What the hell? He’d already survived taking the biggest leap of faith of
his life by moving from Brazil to Florida, something that was so completely out
of character his parents thought he was still mourning the end of his marriage.
So, going on a date with a beautiful woman and letting her take the lead . . .
what could possibly go wrong?
“Okay,
fine. I’ll text you my address,” he said as he leaned in and kissed her cheek.
She folded herself into her crappy fifteen-year-old Honda Civic, which was
mostly red, except for some patches where the paint had chipped off. The bumper
was held together with a hot-pink bungee cord, and there were bumper stickers
plastered everywhere. He couldn’t picture her with any other car but this one;
somehow it suited her perfectly. But she was absolutely out of her mind if she
thought he’d be going anywhere with her in that clunker tomorrow.
Sidney Halston lives her life by one simple rule: “Just do it.” And
that’s exactly what she did. At the age of thirty, having never written
anything other than a legal brief, she picked up a pen for the first time to
pursue her dream of becoming an author. That first stroke sealed the deal, and
she fell in love with writing. Halston lives in South Florida with her husband
and children.
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