Makayla never thought she’d set foot in an underground mixed-martial arts club. But if anyone needs a medic on hand, it’s these guys. Trouble is, at her first sight of the club’s owner she’s the one feeling breathless.
All sleek muscle and restrained power, the man they call Torment plays to win at any cost. Whether it’s in the ring or in the bedroom, he knows exactly when to use a soft touch and when to launch a full-on assault. He always knows just how far he can push. And he’s about to tempt Makayla in ways she never imagined…
"I though I had no fire. I drifted through life never knowing where I was going or what I needed. Then I met Torment. He made my life exciting. He opened my eyes. He made me see I had fight."
"You are my amuse bouche, my appetizer, my main course, and my dessert."
"You are my my cheese sandwich, pizza, and mashed potatoes with lots of butter," he whispers, brushing his lips softly over my ear.
"You are my salmon mousseline, oysters in sea foam, frilled cod, and flyign beets."
"You are the richest chocolate, the most decadent dessert, the smoothest coffee, and the most intoxicating wine."
"You, Makayla Delaney, are a buffet of sensual delights. A feast for my eyes, my ears, my hands, my nose, and my tongue."
"We are all fighters. It is basic human nature. We strive to get somewhere in life or we fight for Survival."