Kyran Reese is a man in control. Driven when it comes to work, focused when it comes to play. From his office to the chalk circle of Metro’s bare-knuckle boxing ring, his only thought is to win. That thirst heightens when Dale Porter enters his life. His brother’s assistant should be off-limits, but her witty comments and sarcastic comebacks have him desperate to get her between the sheets. After receiving an unexpected left hook, Kyran gets exactly what he wants, though he makes the rules very clear.
When Dale agrees to Kyran’s relationship stipulation of no labels, she’s sucked into a whirlwind of lust, money, and underground boxing. The agreement to keep their lust away from the office is discarded when rules are molded to suit their ever-increasing attraction. Dale fights her growing affection, trying to hide it even when the world around them spirals out of control. All too soon she realizes she can’t hide her true feelings any longer.
Kyran begins to wonder if he’s finally met his match, and with his family falling apart before his eyes, he turns to the two things he knows will keep him sane: boxing and Dale. Those crutches can’t last forever, and when Kyran finds it harder to function he is left with a decision he never thought he’d have to make.
Could playing to win mean playing for keeps?
Kyran Reese is all about control. It is paramount in every aspect of his life – in his work with The Reese Corporation and in his passion, boxing in the underground club, Metro. So when he interviews Dale Porter to be his brother’s assistant, he gets something that he never expected – an unquenchable desire to posses her.
“Elation blasted through him. Nothing could come close to the feeling he had the moment he realized he’s won. Not even sex. An orgasm was satisfying, but beating a guy with his bare hands until he knocked him out gave him so much more. Here he was in complete control. He was good at it, and his ability was never questioned, unlike his father did at work. Kyran also needed this outlet to release every ounce of stress. It was a strange sport but one that worked well for him.”
“Dale battled her feelings, which were amplified by the sympathy she felt for him. Her stomach swirled with an amalgamation of lust and love. The connection between them was strong and perfect. She loved him. No matter how hard she fought it, or told herself it was just sex, she finally acknowledged it – admitting it was no longer something she could fight.”