A FIGHTER’S LOVE
Book #3 in the LONDON
MENAGE series.
By Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem’s newest ménage a trois novel is
a hot MMF boxing story set in Eastend London. Like all Lily’s LONDON MENAGE
novels it’s fine as a standalone read - it’s just the female characters who are
loosely linked – and it is seriously steamy!
Back Cover Information
After battling her demons, Jenny has finally found the courage to
stand up for herself and fight for the life she’s always dreamed of.
What she doesn’t expect is to find that as she emerges from her chrysalis, she’s very much caught the attention of two super-sexy, incredibly talented boxers at the club she helps out at. They’re enchanted by her, they’ll do anything for her, and heaven help anyone who tries to hurt her, including her miserly ex, Billy.
But as things heat up, it’s clear Dale and Jackson are no ordinary sparring partners. Beneath their tough exterior and lively banter, they share a softer relationship that’s kept well hidden from the rest of the world. Will Jenny be allowed into that gentle place? Can they make it work when passion and lust hits them all hard? There’s only one thing for it, and that’s to trust love in all of its forms.
Find out more about LONDON MENAGE on Lily
Harlem’s website.
Excerpt
After slotting in the last
stack of papers in the filing cabinet, Jenny paused with her hands on the cool
surface, and blew out a breath. It was time to go home and she’d managed the
entire evening without seeing either Dale or Billy. What a relief.
Suddenly she was aware
of a presence behind her. Close up. The scent of man enveloped her and heat
from a large body burned against her back. “Jenny.”
It was Jackson. She
went to turn but he pressed his big gloved hands on the top of the filing
cabinet, trapping her within his colossal arms.
“What do you—?”
“Sh.” He pressed his
lips against her temple, his stubble scratching her flesh.
Her heart pounded, her
pulse thudded in her ears. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips together.
Was he furious about what had happened between her and Dale? Was he going to
order her to mind her own business about their relationship, or tell her she was
a raving lunatic to suggest they were anything other than straight?
She could hardly think.
Being surrounded by his thick, hot muscles, and the feel of his breath on her
cheek, down her neck was beyond distracting. Jackson was neat testosterone and
it was doing strange things to her female hormones.
“I learned today,” he
whispered hotly against the shell of her ear, his lips brushing her flesh,
“that you kissed my boyfriend last night.”
She drew in a breath.
Had she heard Jackson right? Had he just confessed? Confirmed her suspicions in
one heated sentence?
“I’m sorry,” she
managed, not knowing what else to say. “For everything. But I’m going home soon
and I won’t be back here, at the gym.”
He made a strange
growling noise. It wasn’t like anything she’d heard before and it vibrated from
his chest onto her back. “We don’t want that.”
“But...” Again she went
to turn. Again she was blocked by his solid body. “What do you want?” she
managed.
“You, tomorrow night.
Dinner.”
“Dinner?” That had been
the very last thing she’d expected Jackson to say.
“Yeah, we’ll pick you
up at eight.”
She hesitated. “We?”
“Yeah, the three of us
are gonna sit down and talk...” he paused, “about this unusual situation we’ve
found ourselves in.”
“I don’t understand.”
“That’s why we’re going
out.” He pressed his lips to her temple, the section now warmed from his
breath. It wasn’t a real kiss, just a press of his mouth but it sent a skitter
of little tingles over her scalp.
Jenny balled her fists,
and kept her eyes closed. They were going out? All three of them?
As quickly as Jackson
had surrounded her, he was gone.
The air seemed to flood
her torso, chilling her, but her breaths became easier to catch. She spun in
time to see Jackson striding from the room. His vest top had a line of sweat
down the gutter of his spine and the ends of his hair were damp and sticking
like tiny commas to the nape of his neck.
He’d come into the
office, stated what was going to happen and then left. She should be mad.
Wasn’t this the new Jenny? Not being told what to do. But how the hell could
she refuse the chance to spend an evening with both Dale and Jackson? And what
did he mean by ‘unusual situation’?
About
Lily Harlem
Lily Harlem lives in
the UK and is an award-winning author of sexy romance. She writes for
publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including HarperCollins, Totally
Bound, Pride, Evernight, and Stormy Night Publications. Her work regularly
receives high praise and industry nominations.
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