One reckless fighter.
One night of passion he can't forget.
The battle between sex and love is fierce and unrelenting.
And love is about to knock him on his ass.
Reckless Love can be read as a standalone novel, but is a follow up to the New York Times and USA Today bestseller Hard to Love.
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Kendall Ryan is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the contemporary romance novels HARD TO LOVE, UNRAVEL ME, MAKE ME YOURS, RESISTING HER and THE IMPACT OF YOU. She's a sassy, yet polite Midwestern gal with a deep love of books, and a slight addiction to lipgloss. Visit her at: www.kendallryanbooks.com for the latest books news.
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“So, it’s true then?”
My breathing stopped. “What’s true?” I asked cautiously.
“That you don’t have sex before a big fight.” Her look was so innocent and hopeful, yet it still took me a second to figure out why she was asking this.
“Yes,” I finally answered. Her cute little frame seemed to relax a little, making me feel—once again—like a total dick. She didn’t know I paid Sara; she was talking about something completely different, about the night we almost hooked up. The night I told her I couldn’t because I had a fight the next day.
She chewed at the inside of her cheek a moment, maybe considering what I’d just said. Shit, that meant she thought I’d just made that up to get rid of her. Not fucking likely. Putting the brakes on that night had been the hardest thing I’d ever done.
“So,” she said as she looked up at me innocently through her eyelashes. “What does that do? For a fighter, I mean.”
I chuckled. “You mean besides frustrate the hell out of us?”
She smiled—thank fucking goodness—then nodded for me to continue.
“You know that stereotype that most guys are boneheaded cave dwellers driven by instinct?”
“Is it considered a stereotype if it’s true?” she said, then giggled.
God, she had a great laugh.
I nodded. “That’s what I was getting at. On some very basic level, we fight in order to survive and procreate.”
She scrunched up her nose, making her look super cute. “But wouldn’t you fight better then? If you have sex, then you have someone to fight for, right?”
Her hand went up to mine, which was still resting on her shoulder. She absentmindedly played with my fingers until she noticed I was watching her, and realized what she’d been doing. She let her hand drop.
I shook my head. “We fight to procreate. Once we’ve had sex, we’ve done the job and have no reason to fight.”
“Hmm.” She nodded. “So I guess now that you aren’t fighting for a while, you’re free to take care of business.” Her gaze drifted down my body.