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The HEAT is ON when Kenny and Slayde collide...
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Early Readers say...
"I LOVED Kenny and Slade's story! The heat still there... with all of them. And the humor. This book has it all.”
–Aleatha Romig, NYT and USA Today bestselling author of the Consequences series
“OMG! Get ready for an amazing ride!!! Kenny and Slayde's story is simply amazing and will leave you with a major book hangover!”
–Reading Past My Bedtime book blog
“For me, Kenny and Slayde are my new personal mantra. I love these two characters so fiercely that I want them to recreate their magic every day for ever, and ever, and ever.”
–Jezabell Girl & Friends book blog
"The chemistry between Slayde and Kenny was balls to the wall HOT!!! Who doesn't want a sexy, mysterious ex-MMA fighter in their corner?! I know I do!! Tia's books just keep getting better, I can't say enough about her or her books!!"
--Rebecca, Author Groupies
“The first word to come to mind after reading this, AMAZING! Kenny and Slayde’s story was heartbreaking, beautiful, passionate and HOT! I absolutely love this series.”
–Blondie’s Little Book Life book blog
“The first word to come to mind after reading this, AMAZING! Kenny and Slayde’s story was heartbreaking, beautiful, passionate and HOT! I absolutely love this series.”
–Blondie’s Little Book Life book blog
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One to Love
by Tia Louise
Tattoos, bad boys, love...
Boxing, fame, fortune...
Loss.
It's the one thing Kenny and Slayde have in common. Until the night Fate throws them together and everything changes.
It's a story about fighting. It's about falling in love. And it's about losing everything only to find it again in the least likely place.
Exclusive excerpt:
The muscle in his jaw moved, and his voice was a throaty whisper. “Being with you is incredibly easy. Whether it’s a mistake, I guess we have to wait and see. I’d like to think it’s not.”
My body swayed with the movement of his thumbs over my breasts. “I want you to kiss me.”
In one swift movement, his mouth covered mine. An ache of longing moaned from my throat into his lips, and he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. Wrapped in his arms, tight against his firm chest, heat sizzled under my skin.
He whispered over my lashes as he pressed his lips to my forehead, the scruff of his beard roughing my skin. “I’ve dreamed of holding you this way since that first night. I hated myself for it because you’d been hurt—”
“You kept me from being hurt.” My voice was breathless with desire.
His lips moved back to my cheek, down to my jaw. “You’re so beautiful standing here in the moonlight.”
Dropping to his knees, cool air flooded where the warmth of his body had been. Strong hands moved to my waist, one holding my side, the other flat against my lower back as full lips kissed my stomach through the damp shirt. His mouth moved to my hip, and I felt my legs start to tremble.
“Slayde,” I whispered, barely staying on my feet. It had been so long since I’d been touched this way, I wasn’t sure how much I could bear.
