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My name is Jamie Atwood, and I’m an addict. I never thought I’d say such a thing. Never had a problem being overly-attached to anything in my life. I came from a perfectly middle-class family, made good grades, and had a hot cheerleader girlfriend... but the truth is, nothing ever really moved me. So how did a guy like me become an addict?
I met Michael Kage. Kage is an MMA fighter. A famous one. I like to think I helped him get that way.
He’s charming as hell, with looks to rival any movie star and talent to back it up. So why did he need to hire me as an intern Publicist? Simple. He has a darkness in him– like a black hole so deep it could swallow him, and me, and everyone we know– and that’s not good for business.
The first time I met him, I felt the pull. I think the addiction began at that very moment. And even if I’d known then what I know now, I would have fallen for him. How could I not?
For me, Kage is everything.
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IRONICALLY, the thing that changed my life was the sound of the radio playing in the background while I was plowing my girlfriend on a Friday afternoon. By all rights, I shouldn’t have even noticed the voice on the radio— because I was balls deep, her head was thrown back, and the headboard was tapping out a cadence of love on the dorm room wall. But I did hear it, and a series of events was set in motion that, like dominoes lined up just so on a gymnasium floor, would not be stopped.

I had swung by Layla’s room after my last class, partly because I wanted to see how she had done on the essay I helped her with, and partly because it had been almost a week since we’d had sex. Okay, I didn’t actually give a damn about the essay. With our busy schedules— Layla’s cheer practice and club meetings, and my heavy class load— it wasn’t easy to carve out time to take care of business. To put it in the simplest of guy terms, I was backed up. So when I knocked on her door that day, I had exactly one thing on my mind: getting laid.

Layla answered the door in a filmy bathrobe, which surprised me because it was the middle of the day. I could see her nipples pushing against the sheer floral fabric, and the shadowy strip of pubic hair at the junction of her thighs— cheerleader thighs that had been perfectly sculpted by years of squats and lunges.

“What if it hadn’t been me at the door?” I asked sternly, giving her revealing attire a suspicious once-over. She just smiled and stepped aside to let me come in, and I pushed past her, catching a whiff of her signature mix of hair products, shower gel and perfume.

Layla was easily one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen— a blond-haired, blue-eyed China doll with delicately arched brows, a plush little mouth, and a body that looked diminutive next to just about anybody. I was nearly her polar opposite in looks. Five-eleven, muscular, dark-haired. I wasn’t extremely tall, especially for a basketball player, but standing next to her I felt enormous. She tweaked my protective instincts like no one ever had.

That is, until she opened her mouth.

You see, Layla’s mother had married a Mexican man when Layla was very young, and she’d grown up on the Latin side of town. Her tough barrio accent opposed her delicate Aryan appearance to a comical extent. She looked like she needed protecting, but she sounded like she might cut you if you rubbed her the wrong way.

We had met at the beginning of the semester when she took the seat in front of me in Western Civ II. About halfway into the first day of class, she turned around, fastened her crystal eyes on me and said in that incongruous barrio accent, “You wanna quit kicking the back of my seat, chulo? I can’t pay attention to the fucking lecture.”

I think my mouth hung open for the rest of class. I just couldn’t believe that hard-boiled voice had come out of the pale waif in front of me. Before I could forget, I had typed the word chulo into my cell phone browser and looked it up, thoroughly expecting it to be the Spanish equivalent to fag or asshole. Instead, I had been pleasantly surprised to discover that what she’d actually called me was… cute.

Our relationship began as a tentative friendship consisting of sharing Western Civ notes and talking after class on our way out of the building. I liked the fact that she was a cheerleader, and she seemed fascinated with my ability to be both good-looking and smart. Within a couple of weeks I’d asked her out on an official date. Our budding romance garnered a lot of dirty looks from the other guys in class, and I ate it up.

Now, after four months, she and I had fallen into a comfortable rhythm. Conversation was easy, sex was easy… just like today. After she let me into her room, we barely spoke to each other. I loosened the tie on her robe and let it fall to the floor, pushed her down onto the bed, and she opened her legs to me.

I always tried to make sure she got hers first, because there was no telling how long I might be in the mood to go. I went down on her until she was a trembling wreck, then climbed on top and pounded her tiny body with long, hard strokes, dragging out the pleasure as much as I could.

Several minutes later, we were interrupted by fate.

“Too hard, Jamie! Owww. ” Layla’s cries punctuated the ends of my thrusts, the breathy little sounds popping out of her throat more like hiccups than actual words. “Slow down, you’re hurting me.”


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Total pages in book: 86
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My name is Jamie Atwood, and I am an idiot. Against all odds, I got the attention of Michael Kage, the hottest MMA fighter on the planet. To say he rocked my world would be an understatement. He transformed me completely, made me depend on him, and made me love him. And the sex? Let me put it this way: I'd never been with a guy before I met Kage, but I'd gladly spend the rest of my life on my knees for him. He is my obsession and my addiction. But I did something stupid, and now I'm paying for it. I don't know if I'll ever see Kage again.

Being Michael Kage was never easy. Too many demons, too much anger, and not enough to live for. And then I met Jamie Atwood. He's got this innocence about him that speaks to something deep down inside me- in a place that's never been touched by anyone. He's beautiful, smart, and courageous, and he hasn't been tainted by the darkness that's ruled my life. I wanted him from the first second I laid eyes on him. It's selfish, I know. Because you can't bring an innocent thing into the darkness and not expect something to rub off.
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PROLOGUE

There was this Italian-American mutt named Bobby, with scuffed brown shoes and corduroy pants that smelled like cigarettes and filth. His hands were warm, but the knuckles were always scabbed over and the fingernails bitten to the quick, probably from the stress of the hard life he lived. His was not a tale of perseverance and triumph, though. This guy was a bad seed, and his hard life was a side-effect of his aversion to work. Instead of striving to hold down a job and be respectable, he panhandled and scammed his way not to success, but to bare survival. His brother Peter was a bad seed, too, but much smarter than Bobby. Both of the brothers were consummate manipulators, but only Peter was able to turn his skills into cold hard cash.

While Peter was making bank hand over fist and building an empire in the City of Sin, Bobby slept on a bare mattress on the floor of a roach-infested room in Philly. Electricity was a luxury he only afforded himself in the harshest winter months. Usually he could make do with a few wool army blankets and some brittle wax candles he got free from the Goodwill. He wasn’t about to ask for help from his uppity younger brother, who always looked at him like he was more disgusting than splattered bug guts on the bottom of his designer shoe.

Days Bobby hung out down at a local fighters’ gym, because really all he’d ever wanted was to be a boxer. The man had an iron jaw and a strong, wiry body, but he’d never had a real trainer, relying instead on the charity of gym owners and what tips he could pick up from watching others. Plus, as the coaches he befriended would tell him, it’s tough to take the street out of the fighter. Bobby had never had any respect for rules.

One day Bobby discovered a young woman named Sara sleeping in the alley near the gym. She was emaciated and freezing, and there were nasty needle tracks marring her pale limbs and, as he would later learn, tucked into every crevice of her body. But she was pretty and Bobby wanted her, so he took her to his apartment, got her off of drugs, and made it his mission to take care of his back-alley angel.

Five years later, the lovebirds were still together, awkwardly trying to raise two small boys who had been born a year apart solely because contraception was too damn expensive for a couple of professional deadbeats. They had no clue how to manage a normal life, and eventually they drifted apart. Sara fell back into drugs and started being gone more often than she was around. Bobby took his boys, Evan and his younger brother Michael, with him to the gym every day. The fighters and trainers got used to having the little tykes under foot all the time, and by the time they were big enough to walk and pay attention, they were being trained by professional fighters. They were the official gym mascots, and it was the closest thing to a family they had.

One night when the boys were five and six years old, they followed their father into their grimy apartment, not bothering to flip the light switch because there was currently no power, and found their mother lying still on one of the two mattresses in their living room floor. A candle burned beside her, almost completely gone, the flame sputtering and hissing in the puddle of melted wax. There was a needle sticking out of their mother’s arm, and her eyes were a hazy shade of pale blue even in the parts that were supposed to be white.

Michael touched his mother’s hand, and it felt as cold and hard as the concrete floor at the gym. Even after the candle winked out for good, and his father was crying softly near the window, his arm slung loosely over Evan’s narrow shoulder, Michael held onto that cold hand. He knew nothing of death, or of normal life for that matter, but somehow he knew it was the last time he would be able to touch the woman he called Mommy.

CHAPTER 1

(KAGE)

So I had just rawdogged my boyfriend in every sense of the word: no condom, no lube, and no fucking mercy. I left him half naked and crying in his parents’ backyard on the eve of his mother’s surgery. It was cruel, right? I should have felt guilty. Instead, I was flying like I’d just submitted a Jiu Jitsu blackbelt in the first round of a title fight.

It was because I didn’t think about shit right. Hell, I didn’t know how to break up with somebody, and especially not when I was that fucking mad. I just handled it like I did everything else, by beating it or balling it into submission. And now it was over. It was time to move on to the next phase of my life, and that phase did not include Jamie Atwood.


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Total pages in book: 69
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Can their love survive the most shocking revelation?

Sexy college senior Jamie Atwood has fallen hard for MMA dark horse Michael "the Machine" Kage. With his hot muscled body, intoxicating green eyes, and proclivity for rough sex, Kage is a potent aphrodisiac to the innocent boy-next-door. The danger, the intrigue, the feel of his strong hand around his throat, the knowledge that his fighter would kill or die for him. From the moment Kage grabbed onto his hips and channeled all that masculine aggression into claiming his body, Jamie was ruined for anyone else.

Passions run high as the lovers try to assimilate into each other's lives: coming out to family and friends, blending into the high-profile MMA world, dealing with Kage's sketchy uncle. But behind Kage's mask of strength and indifference lies a crippling vulnerability, and a devastating secret. As the mask comes off, past traumas surface, dark desires spin out of control, and the damaged fighter is driven to hurt the man he loves more than life itself.
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Chapter 1

(KAGE)

“KAGE, wake up.” Jamie’s voice cut through my dream like a knife, sending the pieces scattering into the night. “What did you say you just did? What did you do to your brother?”

I shook my head and looked around. Strange window, bedside table, bed… I was on the floor. And there was Jamie, naked and looking at me with wide eyes full of fear.

“Jamie.” I breathed. “Sorry, just having another bad dream. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

He opened his mouth, his lips forming words that were never spoken. In the gray glow of dawn, his brown eyes were warm and familiar. The only real comfort I could ever remember knowing.

I reached over and pulled him close, loving the way he folded against me. My sweaty skin slipped against the dry warmth of his, and I tried to focus on that instead of the horror I’d just woken from. It was enough that the dreams were coming more and more frequently, but now they were starting to take on the distinct feel of childhood memories. But they couldn’t be memories, because that wasn’t how things went down.

“You’re almost as sweaty as when you had to cut weight in the sauna,” he said. “But I don’t mind.”

He rested his head on my shoulder and dropped soft kisses there. I couldn’t believe how tender he was, how his lips whispered over my skin, bringing me comfort when he could have just told me to shut up and go to sleep. For once, I was the child and Jamie was the mature one.

“I think I’m a terrible bedfellow,” I admitted. “I’ve never really done too much sleeping with someone else. Not before you.”

He left off with the kisses and leaned back to study me in the gloom. “Do you always have nightmares? Even when I’m not with you?”

I shrugged. “How the hell would I know? It’s not like I can wake myself up.”

“True. But have you ever woken up feeling like you just had a bad dream?”

“No. I don’t know. Dammit, why the third degree? If my dreaming bothers you that much, I can go get a hotel.”

Jamie launched himself at me, throwing his arms around my neck and peppering kisses down my cheek and along my jaw.

“What are you doing?” I growled, sounding more amused than the angry I was going for.

“Trying to keep you here,” he said, earnest eyes locking on mine. “You can stay in my bedroom, and we’ll just lock the door and have mad sex twenty-four-seven.”

“Yeah, because I don’t have a brand new UFC career to build or anything.”

“I’ll let you out for fights.”

“We’d be at each other’s throats within a week. I’m a moody bastard, you know, and I can get mean when I don’t get my way.” I was teasing, and he knew it. But both of us also knew there was some truth to my words.

“We’ve already been around each other twenty-four-seven at the Alcazar,” he pointed out. “Do you remember me having any problems with it?”

“No,” I admitted. “Neither one of us had a problem with it at the time. But it’s different now, don’t you think? Your job is over, and there’s really no reason for us being around each other except for—”

“Except for I told you I love you. Do you think I would say that to someone I didn’t want to be around all the time? I don’t like not knowing when I’ll see you again.” The alarm in his voice tightened the knot in the pit of my stomach that had just barely begun to unwind from the nightmare.

“Has it been that bad since you came back to school?”

“Miserable.” His mouth hinted at a sad smile as he tickled my arm with his finger, tracing the tattoo of his initials that I’d traced a thousand times myself. “Look, I don’t care anymore about putting on a front or seeming cool or whatever. I’ve had enough time to think and mull shit over in my head, and the truth is, I just want to be with you. If you don’t want me, then go ahead and tell me so I can start trying to get on with my life.”

“You could do that, huh? Just get on with it?” I squeezed him to my chest.

“Sure, if I had to.”

But I felt the truth in the way his heart pounded between us. He wouldn’t be able to let go any easier than I would.

“What if I asked you to just lay everything down and come back to Vegas with me? Just quit school and move into the Alcazar with me, live on Enzo’s cooking, lie around naked and look pretty… Would you do it?”

He contemplated for a moment, emotions at war on his face. At first he looked excited, his breathing speeding up and getting shallower at the same time. Then excitement gave way to disappointed resolve, and he shook his head.


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