Both Amery and Ronin are hurting since their break up because Ronin did not tell the truth about his family. Amery needs to save her business but not that way. The couple are brought back together. Will it work out this time? People from their pasts are trying to interfere but will it work? Amery and Ronin truly do love each other. Will it be enough?
I loved this one.
From the author:
...a man's need for control is tested by the one woman he'll risk everything for...
When sensei Ronin Black first encounters Amery Hardwick, the fire in her eyes ignites a sexual spark a thousand times better than the primal rush he used to get from mixed martial arts matches. She accepts his darker edges and admits to him that her desires aren’t as wholesome as he believed. And before long Ronin is grappling with emotions he’s never felt before...
Yet despite demanding Amery bare her body and soul to him, Ronin holds a part of himself back. When she learns Ronin’s secret and walks out, his life begins to unravel. To regain her trust he must let go of his pride and prove to her that it’s more than passion binding them together. But after their private pleasures are made public, Ronin is unsure if he’s the right man for Amery. Can they face the consequences together? Or will their differences rip them apart...
His head hurt like a motherf**ker.
He couldn’t see a damn thing in this dark alley.
Why the hell hadn’t she come to the door yet?
He smacked his helmet into the steel three more times.
Please, baby, just let me in.
No lights came on. No clicking sounds of the door locks disengaging.
But he couldn’t hear anything above the pain screaming in his head.
He rested his shoulders on the brick building. When he put his palm to his forehead to try to keep his brain from exploding, his fingers came away wet.
What the hell?
Why the f**k was he bleeding?
The steel door squeaked and opened only far enough so she could peer out. Playing it safe. Good girl.
“Ronin What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you.”
“At two in the morning?”
“Yes. Please. Let me in.” As soon as she opened the door, Ronin stumbled inside and his helmet bounced across the concrete floor.
She dove for him when he swayed. Somehow she kept him on his feet and maneuvered him against the wall. She gasped softly. “Your face. What happened?”
He swallowed the bile crawling up his throat. He dropped to his knees and hissed at the excruciating pain before he plopped onto the floor with a juddering thump.
“Ronin?” She crouched beside him. “You look like you’ve taken a beating.”
“I have. Being beaten down has been my natural state since you walked out on me.”
His response jarred her into silence.
So he kept talking. “The fight . . . rattled my brain.”
“You were in a fight tonight? A real fight?”
“Can I ask why?”
“Needed to numb the pain.” He winced when he tried to shift positions. “But then I couldn’t remember.”
“What? Why you came here?”
“I came here because I didn’t have any other place to go.”
She picked up his hand. “You’re bleeding.”
“Sorry. I never wanted you to see me like this.”
He heard a soft gasp. “Ronin, you probably need a doctor.”
It was getting harder to breathe and maintain focus. And balance. He slurred, “No. I just need to sleep.” Then he half rolled/ half fell to his side.
“You can’t sleep.”
“Have to. F**k. It hurts.”
“No, no, no, no, no, no! Don’t close your eyes. Dammit, Ronin, stay with me. Come on! Where’s the infallible martial arts master? You are freaking me out.”
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