Series: O'Brien Family #2
Published by Cecy Robson, LLC on April 19th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Once he was broken beyond repair. Now this MMA contender is fighting to be a better manÔÇöfor her. RT Book Reviews proclaims that the OÔÇÖBrien Family series from award-winning author Cecy Robson ÔÇ£has the hottest brothers ever!ÔÇØ And in Let Me, it is FinnÔÇÖs turn to discover how love can heal the deepest wounds.
A mixed martial arts star on the rise, Finn OÔÇÖBrien dismantles his opponents with brutal precision. And yet beneath his fierce persona, Finn is raw from a trauma heÔÇÖs buried for years . . . until the day his deep-rooted rage erupts and lands him in court-mandated therapy. FinnÔÇÖs not one to bare his soul, but if talking it out means meeting beautiful women like Sol Marieles, heÔÇÖll give it a shot.
Sol is working toward her masters degree in psychology, and already she feels like sheÔÇÖs in over her head. With an important internship on the line and a scary family situation demanding her attention, the last thing Sol needs is Finn around to distract her. The man is ripped and seriously sexy yet itÔÇÖs his troubled side that warns her to keep her distance. But their attraction is intense, and he clearly has the heat to see how far and fast their passion takes them.
Alone, Finn and Sol have been fighting to find happiness in their lives. Together, thereÔÇÖs no stopping them as they face their greatest challengesÔÇönot in the ring, but in their hearts.
I see the strike coming at me a split second before it connects with my skull. My head snaps back from the force, the crowdsÔÇÖ hollers resonating like a muffled cry in the distance. It was a good punchÔÇò lightning quick with enough impact to knock most guys on their asses. But IÔÇÖm not most guys.
You hit me, IÔÇÖm only going to hit you harder.
My right hand shoots up, blocking and smacking away the kick gunning for my ribs. I pivot out of the way, again, and again, and again, avoiding EastonÔÇÖs arms and legs as they come at me. HeÔÇÖs fast, strong, with a six inch reach advantage. But heÔÇÖs too eager to take me out and not pacing himself like he should. Already heÔÇÖs breathing hard and itÔÇÖs just the start of the second round.
I take my time to figure him out, planning each move, searching for that opening I need. Do I take a few bashes because of it? Sure. ItÔÇÖs part of the job. But believe it or not, itÔÇÖs part of the job I look forward to.
Those punches and kicks remind me that I still feel, that IÔÇÖm still human. And that for now, IÔÇÖm still alive.
ÔÇ£Oh!ÔÇØ some drunk behind me yells when my uppercut finds EastonÔÇÖs chin.
He staggers back, swiping the blood oozing from his lip, yet he keeps his grin. HeÔÇÖs trying to make like it was a lucky shot. That it wonÔÇÖt happen again.
Like me, Easton needs to win this match. And if he does, heÔÇÖll move up to the top ten, making him a contender for the UFC Lightweight title.
Talent aside, the guyÔÇÖs a raging asshole, and so are the idiots in his training camp. TheyÔÇÖve been trash-talking since the moment I agreed to this match. I didnÔÇÖt really care and laughed most of it off until they got personal and took it a step too far.
Again he nails me in the head. ItÔÇÖs not as hard as it was last time which tells me heÔÇÖs getting tired. Does it hurt? I guess.
But letÔÇÖs say IÔÇÖm a guy whoÔÇÖs used to pain.