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Title: Grappling for Position
Author: Melynda Price
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Day: March 2nd
About Grappling for Position:
Willow Scott is sweet, innocent, and 100% untouchable. She’s
the epitome of everything MMA fighter Regan “Rapscallion” Matthews has always
wanted, but will never have. A woman like her deserves more than a scrapper
from the wrong side of the tracks–the Scott’s charity case.
Unfortunately for Regan, his best friend’s little sister is
all grown up and she’s tired of playing by the rules. When Willow sees
something she wants, she goes after it–damn the consequences–and her sights are
set on him. With a shot at the Welterweight title finally within his grasp,
Willow Scott is a distraction Regan can’t afford. But this willful woman is
determined to make him tap-out.
Willow has been in love with Regan Matthews since she was in
pigtails and braces. Over the years, she’s all but given up hope of her
brother’s friend returning her affection, but a part of her never stopped
praying that someday he would see her as more than Kyle Scott’s annoying little
sister. If Willow has her way that’s all about to change, and Regan must decide
if he’s willing to risk losing his best friend and the Welterweight title for a
woman he doesn’t deserve but cannot live without.
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Exclusive Excerpt:
“Come here.” His
brow arched mischievously as he held out his hand.
Hesitantly, she
placed hers inside his, and Regan’s strong fingers immediately enveloped her
hand. A jolt of heat raced up her arm, which jump-started her heart, kicking it
into a wild rhythm as he led her toward her bedroom.
Wait. What was he
doing? Excitement warred
with anxiety. She wanted Regan, no question about it, but this . . . This was
moving kind of fast, wasn’t it? She knew he moved fast. But this was like speed
dating on crack. She hadn’t even been home for five minutes, and he was already
half-undressed and pulling her into her bedroom.
“Umm . . . Regan,
wait. Do you think maybe we could, you know, talk first?”
“Talk?” He sounded
as if the idea was absurd. “About what?” Then his steps faltered, his brows
narrowing. “Wait a minute. Why do you think I’m bringing you in here?”
She didn’t need to
respond. The flush staining her cheeks was all the answer he needed. One plus
one equaled two pretty damn fast, and he cursed, scrubbing his hand over the
top of his head, making it rain white powder. What the hell was that?
“You think I’m
bringing you into your bedroom so we can hook up?”
Well, he didn’t have
to look so disgusted by it. Talk about your confidence booster . . .
Regan dropped her
hand like it was on fire, but that would be her face. Embarrassment burned up
her cheeks.
“Holy hell, don’t
you know me at all? And you were still going to come with me?” he accused.
“You’re half naked,”
she said in her defense. “And you said you were waiting for me. And you were
pulling me into my bedroom. What was I supposed to think?”
“And I told you
this afternoon that I wasn’t going to do anything about it.”
All right . . . those
were fighting words. Now she was pissed. Indignation rose inside her,
drowning out her embarrassment, and sparking her temper just enough to make her
reckless. “And I told you I was.” Willow reached up and began
unbuttoning her shirt, starting at the top and working her way down. Regan’s
eyes grew wide with shock and then dropped to her breasts, the absinthe
brightness darkening to emerald. Her nipples hardened under the intensity of
his stare.
“What are you doing,
Willow?”
Was that anxiety she
heard in that tough fighter’s voice? “What does it look like?”
“It looks like
you’re taking your fucking clothes off in the hall. Stop it.”
Half the buttons
were undone, exposing the shell pink lace cups of her demi bra and her generous
swell of cleavage. She had great boobs. They were one of her best assets, and
in just a minute, Regan was going to find that out too. Not going to do
anything about it, huh . . .? Well, they’d see about that.
“Willow . . .”
Tension filled his voice, now husky and raw, but his eyes didn’t leave her
chest—not even to blink. He looked a mix between mesmerized and panicked. Was
this the mighty Regan Matthews? “Cunt Conqueror,” his friends teasingly called
him. The only thing he looked capable of conquering right now was a panic attack.
This shift in power
between them made her bold, and frustration made her careless—a dangerous
combination when it came to Willow Scott. She released her last button and let
her top fall to the floor.
“Willow, I mean it,”
he warned.
She took a step
toward him, and he countered with one back, slamming into the wall. Tucking her
lips between her teeth to hold back her mischievous grin, she taunted, “What
are you going to do about it?”
She couldn’t believe
she was doing this—taking her clothes off in front of Regan. This wasn’t her.
She’d barely ever kissed a guy, let alone undressed in front of one. But she’d
set them on an emotional game of chicken, and she’d be damned if she backed
down now and risked losing all the ground she’d gained with him this afternoon.
Giving him a daring
smile that held a lot more confidence than she felt, she reached behind her
back and slipped her fingers beneath her bra clasp. Regan flinched. He knew
what she was about to do. Hard core lust flared in his eyes, stealing some of
her bravado. There was a real possibility she’d just stepped into the deep end
of the pool—without a floaty.
She’d heard the
rumors whispered by the cage-bangers loitering around the gym and at the
CFA-sponsored events. Regan and Aiden were fan-club favorites. So was her
brother, but that was just—eww . . . Some things a girl just didn’t need to
know about her brother, and how he liked it, and with whom he liked it, were
two of them.
Unfortunately, in
this business, she learned more than she ever cared to know about the sexual
appetites of Marcus’s fighters. Cole never hit the same hole twice, Aiden
preferred them two at a time, and Del Toro never touched ’em, which spawned
speculation that he might be into dudes, but she didn’t think so. He was just
broken—in every way. Kyle . . . not gonna go there. And Regan, well, Regan was
known for his ravenous appetite. And that wild, untethered hunger in his eyes
right now told her she was looking like a gazelle to this lion.
Breathless seconds
kicked by, eyes locked, and muscles tensed. Was this what it was like to face
him in the cage? –focused and ready to strike. Her heart slammed against her
ribs as she stood there, frozen. With the slightest flick of her fingers, her
bra would come loose, dropping to the floor. If she could just summon the
courage to do it.
She didn’t have a
chance. Regan lunged for her. Mercy, he moved fast. She let out a startled
squeak, expecting his mouth to come crashing down on hers as he lived up to his
reputation. He was going to possess her—consume her.
But instead, he
grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her bra clasp. “Stop taunting me, Willow.
You’re not going to break me,” he growled, spinning them to pin her between the
wall in the hallway and his wall of hot, muscled flesh. His lips were achingly
close to hers. She wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince, her or himself.
The tension firing between them was electric, his need palpable as he fought
his beast into submission. She could see the war waging in his eyes, and it
thrilled her—watching his will battling his emotions and wondering which one
would win, because there was no doubt in her mind Regan wanted her.
She knew she wasn’t
playing fair, but Willow was past fair; she was playing for keeps. “Maybe not,
but it’s only right if I do since you’ve broken me.”
He looked at her in
question, eyes narrowing over brows drawn tight in that infamous “Rapscallion”
scowl.
“You ruined me for
every other guy, because the only one I’ve ever wanted is you. I’m almost
twenty-one years old, and I don’t even know what it’s like to really be kissed.
How pathetic is that?”
Catch up on the Series:
Win by Submission
Passing His Guard
Fighting for Control
About the Author:
Melynda Price is a USA Today Award-Winning Finalist in
Contemporary Romance. Her bestselling mixed-martial-arts romance, Against the
Cage series, has multiple times hit #1 in the Amazon Bestsellers list. She is
releasing a new romantic suspense series, Beneath the Surface, this fall.
A multi-published author of contemporary and paranormal
romance, what Price enjoys most about writing is the chance to make her readers
fall in love, over and over again. She cites the greatest challenge of writing
is making the unbelievable believable, while taking her characters to the limit
with stories full of passion and unique twists and turns. Salting stories with
undertones of history whenever possible, Price strives to plant her characters
deep into her readers’ hearts so they will long be remembered.
She currently lives in Northern Minnesota with her husband
and two children, where she has plenty of snow-filled days to write while
curled up in front of the fireplace with her Chihuahua and a hot cup of coffee.
I have yet to read an MMA romance, so I'll keep this one in mind. Thanks for sharing! ~Aleen
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