Fighting Back

He didn’t respond with words: he responded with his body. Drawing back slightly, he lined up the head of his cock and gave a small, careful thrust. She stiffened and he paused. “Babe?” He moved his hand under her curvy ass, supporting her. “You OK?” She nodded, already breathless. “You feel so damn good.” “Oh, fuck,” he groaned as she rotated her hips, taking him deeper. “Ditto, angel.” That was the end of coherent conversation between them. **** This is the final book in the 'Fighting For Love' series, and happily-ever-afters don’t come easy. Mia and Nick fight to rebuild intimacy after Nick’s devastating amputation... and to survive the vulnerability it demands. Katie and Adam face infertility and the brutal truth of how childhood trauma still echoes into adulthood. Reena and Mitch emerge from trial victorious, only to confront the responsibility – and power – of a life-changing judgment. Maggie is drowning in grief, and Joe is determined to prove that redemption isn’t just a promise, but a permanent change. Four couples. Eight battered hearts. Too many fears, scars, and second chances to count. Everything that can go wrong threatens to. But this time, love doesn’t back down. Because happily-ever-after isn’t given. It’s fought for.

Set in a time ruled by magic, curses and love. Fighting for Us is a story about Vanessa and Xavier. Vanessa is the only child of her father and heir to one of the most powerful kingdom’s. He locks her up to keep her safe and protect her. Ruling her kingdom is all she looks forward to. Xavier is the supposed heir to the throne, but he doesn’t want to be king. In the event of the death of King Neil. Xavier I sent by his father to rescue her from her captor who plans to wed her to become king, meeting Xavier Vanessa realizes she might not be ready to be Queen and she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into. Realizing she has little time to get married and fight her Step Mother’s strong hold on the throne, they both race against the clock. Before its too late Vanessa has to find a way to protect all she cares about most without getting anyone she loves killed. Hopefully.

My dad owned a boxing gym. He gave me one rule: If you're right, don't back down. Then I turned eighteen, and my biological parents—Jonah Gautier and Diana Saun—showed up. Apparently, I was the son they'd lost years ago. Dad always taught me to remember what people did for me. They gave me life. That had to count for something. So I grabbed Dad's beat-up canvas duffel and headed to the Gautier estate. Liam, their adopted son, popped up from the couch with a fake-sweet smile. "Troy, rough trip?" I raised the bag. "Nope." Gary, the butler, showed me to my room. An hour later, I came back downstairs. Liam clung to my biological mom, Diana Saun, tears streaming down his face, a handprint bright on his cheek. The second he saw me, he flinched. "Troy, why'd you hit me?" Every head snapped my way. I walked over and lifted my hand. A sharp whoosh cut through the room. Everyone froze. My hand stopped inches from his face. I spread my fingers and held my hand next to the mark on his face. Ten years in the gym had hardened my fists. Thick calluses covered my knuckles, and my hand was way bigger than the handprint on his cheek. "Does my hand look anything like that?" His fingers twitched against his cheek. "Couldn't even bring yourself to hit that hard? Next time, have someone else do it." I dusted off my hands. "When you're done with the performance, let me know dinner's ready."

Eira Sanders despises violence. But under the force of her best friend she is dragged away to watch an underground fight . Somehow she stumbles into a secret that might just make her life a mess. The secret? It's Sorin Kim. The prankster of the school. Turns out he's an underground fighter. Go along on the journey with Eira Sanders and Sorin Kim as their lives get entangled with each other and their pasts come back to haunt them. Will they be able to face the past and fight against along with learning how to love or will they succumb to it?

When I arrived at my wedding in my bridal gown, I found an octagonal fighting ring set up in the center of the stage. My fiance, Derek Hale, was holding the hand of his "girl bro," Chloe Shaw. With a smile, he handed me a pair of boxing gloves and explained, "Vivian, this is a tradition from my hometown. The bride has to get into the ring and wrestle one of the groomsmen for good luck. I asked Chloe to go up. Just play along for a minute." Looking at Chloe, who was always acting frail and sickly, I did not think much of it and stepped straight into the ring. But the next second, she threw an extremely professional spinning kick and knocked me unconscious with a severe concussion on the spot. When I woke up, I was paralyzed in a hospital bed. Derek stood there holding Chloe's hand and said to me, "Our relatives and friends gave us so much wedding money. The wedding can't go on without a bride. Chloe is willing to take care of me in your place. You're so kind, Vivian. You won't mind, right?" Under the torture of humiliation and severe depression, I pushed my wheelchair off the rooftop of our wedding home. When I opened my eyes again, I was back one month before the wedding. I turned around and knocked on the door of a national-level kickboxing champion training base. "Coach, if I trained for a month, can I punch someone's head open?"

I signed my life away at 4:47 p.m… and called it love. Five years later, I’m standing in the ruins of that choice, divorced, betrayed, and nearly dead by the hands of the man I once fought the world to marry. My husband wants me gone. His mistress is carrying his child. And the empire my parents built? Stolen right from under me. But I’m not the broken woman they think I am. Because the night they tried to kill me… I didn’t call for help. I called him. Nikolai, my ex fiancé, my enemy, the man I once abandoned… and the only one powerful enough to burn my world to ashes or rebuild it from dust. Now he’s back. Dangerous. Calculated. Watching me like I already belong to him. He says he wants to help me reclaim everything I lost. My company. My name. My power. All I have to do… is marry him. Again. But nothing about Nikolai is simple. And the deeper I fall into his game, the more I realize. This isn’t just revenge anymore. It’s a war. And this time… I’m not the woman who walks away. I’m the one who strikes back.