Tuesday, December 12, 2017

FOR A LIMITED TIME. ON SALE: THE FIGHT CLUB BY BECCA JAMESON

 

 


 

 

 

 

BLURB

 

 

The Fight Club was born from a group of guys who spar together at the gym

 

where they practice mixed martial arts. When they aren't working their day jobs

 

or fighting opponents, these men spend their free at the local BDSM club,

 

Extreme. Follow each man and his journey to find the perfect submissive in The

 

Fight Club.

 

 

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EXCERPT

 

 

“So, how does a guy who works with numbers all day get so buff?”

 

Mason inhaled, his chest puffing up at her comment. She hadn’t overlooked a single characteristic about him that normally left women swooning. She just chose to pretend she was unaffected. “I work out. A lot.” More than you can imagine.

 

When Rafe said to keep his hands to himself, Mason was pretty sure he also meant for him to keep his mouth shut about a lot of things.

 

“Really? Huh. Couldn’t tell.” Oh, she was all spit and vinegar.

 

“What about you? What do you do when you aren’t lining up roses?”

 

“Lining up roses?” She laughed again. “You’re so good with words.”

 

You have no idea. My words can make you cream your panties if I so choose.

 

“I read. I jog. Hang with friends. I work a lot of hours.” She looked out the window.

 

By her body language, he knew she was leaving out several parts of her life—intentionally. What are you hiding, Ms. Jenna the rose girl?

 

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be as big as his own personal secrets. He was not one who should judge.

 

Jenna reached for her purse on the floor and rummaged around inside until she produced a hair clip. She lifted both arms and pulled her long straight locks back, twisting the glossy strands into a knot at the back of her head.

 

“Don’t.” The word slipped out before he could stop it.

 

She froze, the clip between her teeth, and turned to look at him.

 

He couldn’t help it. If he was going to spend the evening with her, he wanted to at least have the pleasure of admiring her silky black hair. The librarian look wasn’t going to do it for him. “I like it down,” he muttered. “It’s beautiful.” As he pulled to a stop at a red light, he turned and reached for her wrist, tugging her hand down. “Leave it?”

 

He was so out of his league here. It had been years since he’d entertained a woman for thirty minutes who didn’t know who and what he was. His words tumbled out haphazardly under the stress.

 

Women didn’t usually ignore his demands, but this particular woman didn’t know that.

 

The look she gave him made his vision blur for a moment. She took a deep breath, and the clip fell from her lips to her lap. Her right arm still held her hair in the air, but the locks slowly slipped between her fingers and cascaded back around her shoulders.

 

Mason ran his hand through a section and leaned in to smell the scent of her shampoo. He closed his eyes and learned her scent, feminine, floral of course.

 

Someone honked, and he jerked his gaze back to the front and grabbed the steering wheel. He hit the gas a bit too hard, and they lurched forward.

 

Jenna didn’t comment. She lowered her arm and stuffed the clip back into her purse. She turned her gaze to look out the passenger window. He saw her chest heaving with breaths out of his peripheral vision.

 

Fuck Rafe and his demands. There was no way in hell he could let this woman go. He’d had good intentions, but for Christ’s sake, she was so damn malleable he wanted to pull over and see what else he could command her to do.

 

Instead, Mason gripped the wheel harder and concentrated on driving. He might not be able to keep any promise about leaving Jenna alone, but he could at least get her from point A to point B without mauling her in the car. Later…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

AUTHOR BIO

 


 

Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of the Wolf Masters series and The Fight Club series. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. With over 50 books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to BDSM. When she isn’t writing, she can be found jogging with her dog, scrapbooking, or cooking. She doesn’t sleep much, and she loves to talk to fans, so feel free to contact her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website.

 

…where Alphas dominate…

 

Author Web & Social Media links:

 

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4995901.Becca_Jameson

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/becca.jameson.18

 

Facebook Author page: https://www.facebook.com/beccajameson4

 

website: http://beccajameson.com/

 

twitter: @beccajameson or: https://twitter.com/beccajameson

 

 

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