Title: Fight
For You
Author: Charisse
Spiers
Release Date: February 14, 2015
Illustrator: Clarise Tan with CT Cover Creations
Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20579062-fight-for-you
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Note from the author: 18+ please
To fight and win means the control
is his and only his. The last man standing proves it all. Never again will he
be on the losing end of the blow, the one lying broken and bloody wanting to
die.
Control. Dominance. Aggression.
Competition. Each represent a means to survival, a necessity to stay alive, and
to suppress the demons that lie inside; the very ones clawing and attempting to
break free from the bar that holds them at bay. Every day is a struggle to stay
away from the darkness and evil that lurks deep within. Those are the things
that it takes to keep those secrets in the realm of his mind in which they
belong, forever buried so far there is no chance to break through the barrier
he’s built.
Haddox Hayes has spent the last
nine years getting by. He’s worked hard to forget that bloodthirsty night he
left behind. The monster that exists within his veins will never be released
again if he keeps a clear mind, and free from the debris he knows triggers his
instinct to kill. He knows what can happen if it’s unlocked from its cage.
Fuck that. It can go to Hell along
with the bastard that is the cause of his eternal torment. Eighteen years paid
his sin, and at the age of twenty-seven the guilt still resides in his very
core.
There is only one place he sets the
monster free, but restricted: the ring. Playing by his rules has kept it on a
leash for nine years and he doesn’t intend to break his rules now. The rage,
the anger, the buildup, it’s all turned out in the confinement of the ropes
against another traitor.
Stay in control. That’s the only
thing that keeps his urge to annihilate smothered. Dominate the mind and the
memories it holds. Fight aggression with fucking aggression. Be the best there
is and lay his ass on the ground before the favor can be returned. Compete to
win and to survive, or else the evil that is trying to consume will take over
and turn him into the one thing he can’t become. If he becomes that, it has to
be paid by death, the most ultimate rule.
A blackened heart isn’t allowed to
partake in something as pure as love. He embraces the sweet nectar that a woman
holds, sampling a little at a time. Never has he taken the same woman to bed twice.
The only way to ensure he doesn’t harm another. A Dom in the ring and a Dom in
the bed, his only way to cope within.
Then there’s Piper…the girl that
could cause his control to evanesce. Will she be his downfall or his
reparation? The entertainment is in the fight. Fight for love, fight for light,
fight for her, or end in flight.
A girl with a ban against love,
allowing men to bed her to numb her mind from the one that left her behind. Can
the girl that won’t submit and the man that requires control find paradise in
each other?
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EXCERPT:
We finally get in the bar after
standing in that long ass line. The music is bumping and there are bodies
everywhere, grinding against each other. I let my body subtly sway to the music
as I make my way to the bar in the back of the club.
The first thing I notice is the
hot, shirtless bartender making drinks as I push through the never ending
people surrounding it. The bar is always more crowded than any other spot in
the building. I love this place. It's crawling with hot guys and they have the
best music around, not to mention the staff is oozing sex appeal, because their
uniform is jeans hanging low on the hips with the elastic brief band of
underwear peeking out the top, spelling out the brand they represent.
This one, in particular, is yummy.
His torso is chiseled to perfection and covered in tattoos placed perfectly
against his skin. He's definitely worth a second look. I want to nibble on that
lip ring in the corner of his mouth. As I study each line of muscle, I find
myself wondering if Haddox's body looks like this.
What the hell, Piper?
Hot bartender notices me ogling him
and walks over with a smirk, leaning forward on his forearms against the top of
the bar in front of me. "What can I get you, beautiful?" His eyes
rake down my body as if he's already undressing me with his eyes.
I smile. This one's in the bag.
"Well, how about Pineapple and Vodka, light on the pineapple," I say
in my most flirtatious voice as I sit on the stool next to me that just became
free. "Start me a tab," I ask, biting my lip.
"Anything for you,
gorgeous," he says and reaches down for a glass, preparing to mix my
concoction. Moments later, he sets it before me, smiling. "What you doing
later?"
"I don't know. Why don't you
tell me," I say seductively as I press the rim of the glass to my mouth.
"She'll be with me," a
sultry voice interrupts in a close range behind me.
The bartender looks over my head
and starts to back away from the bar. "Sorry, man, I didn't know she was
taken. No disrespect."
Pussy. I don't need you anyway if
you can't even ask my relationship status to the one person that knows. Me!
I feel like banging my head against
the bar. I'm going to need to be intoxicated for this. I press my lips to the
glass and drain the contents. Goose bumps start to form as I can feel breathing
on the side of my neck. I don't need to look to know who it is. "I thought
I had until midnight," he barks outside my ear.
I can barely breathe with him this
close to me. How am I supposed to speak? I don't think I want to at risk of
sounding like a crushing schoolgirl.
Put on your game face, Piper.
I need more alcohol and fast. I
choose to ignore the sexy as shit control freak next to me. Where is Alyvia
when I need her? She was only supposed to have been going to the restroom, but
knowing her she's already in the middle of the dance floor, covered in sweat.
The girl doesn't even need alcohol. She usually sips beer, but comes for the
music.
The Rumple Minze from earlier is
calling out to me. "Rumple Minze, two shots," I call out to the
female bartender as she passes.
The girl is badass. Not even a
minute and the shots are patiently waiting for me to consume them. "What
can I get for you, sweetie," she asks, but her line of vision is directly
beside me. It doesn't even seem to faze her that she is staring at the sexiest
man alive. Hard-core is what that means, because even girls in the coffee shop
had their eyes glued to him.
"Same as usual, Britt."
She smiles at the sound of her name.
Wait a minute. Hold up...they know
each other? I come to this bar frequently and I've never seen him until the
fashion show.
She grabs a bottle from the tub of
ice, twists off the cap, and sits the bottle of Bud Light down in front of him.
"My mistake, babe. How you been? Same ole broody Haddox, I'm
guessing?"
"Something like that," he
replies, saying nothing more.
"And as vague as usual too.
Maybe we can catch up once the bar slows down. Enjoy your night," she
winks and glances over at me.
I consume one shot, followed by the
other. My nerves are going haywire. The alcohol is finally coursing through my
veins, leaving me in a more relaxed state of mind, though not much.
I feel a hand wrap around my thigh,
not far from my girly area. Oh my...
He spins me around on the stool
until I'm facing him. He's so close to my face that I reflexively lean against
the edge of the bar. "Are you going to answer my question," he asks,
placing his free hand on my other thigh, now holding me in place.
He starts to rub my inner thighs
with his thumbs and my muscles are flexing down below. How can I concentrate on
anything he's saying if he's going to do that? He roughly pulls me to the edge
so that he can align his body between my legs. It's really a good thing that
I'm not modest, because my dress is hiked up. If his body wasn’t pressed to
mine, I would be flashing everyone.
In my hesitation he speaks again.
"I don't like to be toyed with, Piper, nor do I like to be kept
waiting."
He's starting that controlling
bullshit again, pulling me out of my hormonal haze. I press my palms against
his chest and push, but he doesn't budge. The alcohol is bringing out my
bitchiness. "Maybe I don't like to give myself to a man that hesitates
when given the opportunity. I basically put my pussy on a platter and extended
it to you, only for you to have to consider it. That's not good enough for me.
I may not be the girl to take home to mom, but I'm better than that."
A growl sounds within his throat
and he clamps down on my thighs, jerking me closer to him. His cock is bulging
through his jeans, aligned between my legs. Fuck, does it feel marvelous. He
grinds me against him, his body flush with mine, and his lips just outside my
ear. "Does this answer your question?" His voice sounds angry.
"Do you want to know how hard you make me? Huh? Do you want to know how
much you push the limits of my control? Well, get ready baby, because tonight
you're all mine."
I can't think of anything but how
much I want this. I don't think I've wanted anything this much in a really long
time, possibly ever. Something about him takes me out of my head, allowing me
to escape into someplace else. I can't explain it, because I don't understand
it myself. I feel like such a whore right now, but I don't care. I'm never like
this; given the fact that what happened last night did, but that's also more
reason I want to. I want to rid my body of the toxins it holds. I don't want
anything left behind of Cole tainting me.
"Okay," I state in a
breathy voice. "Where?"
"My place. Meet me outside and
don't tell Alyvia where you're going. I'm not dealing with her shit tonight."
He reaches down and adjusts
himself, separating us. The distance makes me feel naked. I instantly hop off
the stool, attempting to fix my dress. I look around, but no one is paying us
any attention. They are too worried about getting laid themselves; the beauty
of a bar. "Give me ten minutes?"
He nods and takes a step back
before halting. "Oh and Piper?" I look at him, waiting on what he has
to say. "I'll give you what you want, but just remember darkness and light
can't coincide. You have to pick a side. Don't say I didn't warn you..."
He turns and walks in the direction
of the exit. I'm not exactly sure what he meant by that, but I don't care.
Sometimes, I feel like I don't fit in trying to be this girl that I am from day
to day. Maybe I'm living a lie. When choosing either sinner or saint, I'm
definitely not a saint, but I strive to be a decent person. Perhaps the
darkness is where I belong.
I may not know many things about
Haddox Hayes, but I know one thing: You can't force someone in a place they
aren't already willing to go. Something is pulling me to him, making me want to
explore whatever he has to offer. It's just a hunch, but I get a feeling, I'd
choose darkness with him every time.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
"Never let anyone tell you
that true love doesn’t exist, because it does. The world may be leaving romance
behind, but it can still live in our hearts if we let it. To lose romance would
be one of the greatest tragedies. Keep it alive. If it dies the world will be a
darker place." - Yours truly
I found books when I was going
through a hard time in life. They became my means of escape when
things got bad. I realized quickly how much I loved to take a backseat to
someone else's life and watch the journey unfold. That began my journey with books
in November of 2012. I constantly had a book open on my Kindle app. Never in a
million years would I have imagined myself as a writer, because I never thought
I was creative enough. I'm living proof that things will fall into place when
they're meant to be. People will make their way into our lives when we don't
expect it, setting the path for what we are meant to do. Never give up on
people. Never stop taking a chance on others. Someone took a chance on trusting
me with her work when she didn't know me from a stranger on the street and gave
me the opportunity of a lifetime as our relationship progressed, which led
me to editing and writing as well. This is my dream I never knew I had. As soon
as I sat down and gave writing a shot, it was like the floodgates opened. Now,
I am lost in a world of fiction in my head, new characters constantly screaming
for their stories to be told. Continue to dream and to go for them. No one ever
found happiness by sitting on the sidelines. Sometimes we have to take risks
and put ourselves out there. Thank you for all of your support, and may
there be many books to come. XOXO- C
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