Even when she won’t fight for us, I’ll go to war for her…
Inside the Octagon, I have no fear. I’m at home, in my element, inflicting pain onto men trained to hurt me just as badly. Making them submit, knocking them out, maiming them, because it’s them or me. And I choose them.
Outside the Octagon, my only weakness is a five-foot-two, classy as fuck woman that I’ve loved for most of my life. She’s the one that brings me to my knees, fills my arms, my heart, and one day soon, my bed. She makes me reckless. Volatile. I drink too much and try too hard to fuck my way out of feeling—all because of her.
Frankie De Rosa is my girl, my best friend. I haven’t earned her yet, but I won’t stand by and let anyone take her from me. She will be the greatest fight of my life, but she’s worth the battle.
Love hurts, but anything worth having does, right?
I’m Deacon “The Hitman” Love — Welcome to the Cage.
Inside the Octagon, I have no fear. I’m at home, in my element, inflicting pain onto men trained to hurt me just as badly. Making them submit, knocking them out, maiming them, because it’s them or me. And I choose them.
Outside the Octagon, my only weakness is a five-foot-two, classy as fuck woman that I’ve loved for most of my life. She’s the one that brings me to my knees, fills my arms, my heart, and one day soon, my bed. She makes me reckless. Volatile. I drink too much and try too hard to fuck my way out of feeling—all because of her.
Frankie De Rosa is my girl, my best friend. I haven’t earned her yet, but I won’t stand by and let anyone take her from me. She will be the greatest fight of my life, but she’s worth the battle.
Love hurts, but anything worth having does, right?
I’m Deacon “The Hitman” Love — Welcome to the Cage.
He's a great fighter, he can win any fights - but when it comes to love, he needs a little more tutorial. He has been in love with his best friend ever since, but he had not told her. Now, he was watching her getting engage to an a** who wants to change her.
He tried to move on, sleep around, drink a lot, fight some more to get over his broken heart - one phone call shattered him. Just like any other times, when Frankie needs him, he drops everything and goes to her.
Deacon's love for her borderlines unhealthy. He didn't know how to channel it, but his love was too powerful it hurts. He cares for her, no question about it. He can talk dirty one time, and be oh-so-sweet the next. He makes you want to swoon, to pant, to slap the heck out of him at times. HAH!
As for Frankie - who doesn't fall in love with a strong heroine? I like the strength of her character, especially after what she had been through, she tries to regroup and make everything normal again. She wanted to maintain that line between the friend zone and not-friend zone - but he was not that easy to resist. Crossing that line was a battle for her, and at times, I'd get a little irritated - why can't you just fight for him as well?! He was willing to do everything for you - what's keeping you from doing the same?
Even when she won’t fight for us, I’ll go to war for her…
I like this book - the intensity, the steam, and everything in between. There were some frustrations, nevertheless, I couldn't stop reading this book. I was easily hooked, I read and I read UNTIL that effin' cliffy (BE WARNED!) which had me wanting for the next book to come out... when is it again?
Kissing her one last time, I roll away from her reluctantly, just as my phone starts ringing. It’s gotta be one of my brothers wondering where the fuck I am. I snag it off the nightstand and swipe my finger over Mav’s goofy looking face at the same time I hook an arm around Frankie, dragging her close to me. I know that our time alone is coming to an end, and I just want to enjoy the feel of her against me for a little longer.
“I know, Mav, I’ll be there soon,” I say in way of greeting.
“Soon? Motherfucker you were supposed to be here thirty minutes ago,” he barks at me.
I knew I was going to catch hell, but smelling the sex lingering in the room, on the two of us, I couldn’t really give a shit less. I can’t say any of that to Mav though. I’m not sure how the Princess wants to out us. Then I’m pulled back to the conversation that my brother has just now realized he is having with himself.
“Yo, Deacon! You there, bro? I said that Sonny and Pop are about to lose their shit. You know you have weigh-in today, right?”
Sighing deeply “Yes, Maverick, I know. Tell them I’m jumping in the shower now and I’ll be there.”
“Yeah, do that. You come in here smelling like cheap perfume and pussy and Pop is gonna have your ass,” he warns. Laughing even though I know he’s one hundred percent correct, I can’t help but cave just a little and tell him smugly,
“Ain’t nothing cheap about it, brother.” Before disconnecting and leaving him wondering.
Mandi Beck has been an avid reader all of her life. A deep love for books always had her jotting down little stories on napkins, notebooks, and her hand. As an adult she was further submerged into the book world through book clubs and the epicness of social media. It was then that she graduated to writing her stories on her phone and then finally on a proper computer.
A nursing student, mother to two rambunctious and somewhat rotten boys, and stepmom to two great girls away at college, she shares her time with her husband in Chicago where she was born and raised. Mandi is a diehard hockey fan and blames the Blackhawks when her deadlines are not met.
Love Hurts is her debut novel and she is currently working on the next in the series along with whatever other voices are clamoring for attention in her mind.
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