unDefeated by J.C. Valentine Wayward Fighters #3
Publication Date: May 26, 2015
Also in this series: Wayward Fighters: Books 1 & 2
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis
Spencer Bradley ruins everything he touches. Addicted to gambling, he’s lied, cheated, and stolen to get what he wants. Now, in order to protect those he cares for, he’s keeping his distance. Rehab’s taught him a lot, but when his time runs out and he finds himself with nowhere to turn, he seeks help from the one person he’s capable of destroying. Olivia Carter fell in love the day she met Spencer Bradley. Despite him being responsible for the downfall of his best friend’s career and landing himself in rehab, she can’t bring herself to stay away—even if it means risking her own recovery.
*Note* While this book is a part of the Wayward Fighters series, unDefeated can be read as a standalone.
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~ Excerpt ~
More comfortable than ever, she burrowed deeper into the pillow, hoping sleep would reclaim her so she wouldn’t have to get up. She wasn’t ready to leave the bed yet.
That’s when she felt the mattress shift, and she realized she wasn’t in her bed. The heat grew more intense as Spencer’s body curved against hers, jamming a rock hard erection into her lower back.
She wiggled, trying to inch away, but his heavy arm draped over her, holding her in place.
And wedging that stiff member along the crease of her buttocks and between her thighs.
The feel of it there, tucked up against her body, made her shiver with desire. It had been so long since they’d been together that way. She missed the feel of his body against hers. Missed the feel of it pressing in deep, the way he masterfully played her into a frenzy of absolute bliss.
Instead of moving away, she found her hips pressing back, seeking more contact. The subtle movement of her hips against his pulled a sleepy moan from him, and she paused, waiting to see if he’d woken up.
When he didn’t make any further sounds or moves, she pushed back again…and felt the head of his cock burst through the opening of his boxers.
The feel of his hard flesh between her legs caused a ripple of sensation to move through her, settling into a throbbing ache between her legs. Biting her lip, she continued the steady motion until the small beads of precum that leaked from his tip created a slick glide. This time, she moaned.
It was a small, keening sound that barely left her lips, but in the absolute quiet of the room, it might as well have been an alarm.
She knew she should stop. She had no idea if Spencer even wanted this. He was still sleeping, which meant she was taking advantage of him. She was too ashamed to admit that even that wasn’t enough to make her stop what she was doing. It felt too good, the pleasure too much for her to abandon. She needed this. With him.
She needed to feel close to him again, the way they used to be, and sex felt like a really good start in that direction. There was nothing that could bring a couple closer than that. In the right situation, sex stripped away all inhibitions, all masks, and created a kind of soul-baring intimacy that had the power to solidify relationships.
That’s what this felt like to her, a move toward solidifying them as a couple. She wanted to strip away the walls between them and bring them closer together, creating an unbreakable bond.
Spencer’s arm tightened, crushing against her ribcage. As she rocked her hips faster, rubbing his cock against her soaked panties, his breathing deepened, gusting against the back of her neck where he’d buried his face.
She needed to feel close to him again, the way they used to be, and sex felt like a really good start in that direction. There was nothing that could bring a couple closer than that. In the right situation, sex stripped away all inhibitions, all masks, and created a kind of soul-baring intimacy that had the power to solidify relationships.
That’s what this felt like to her, a move toward solidifying them as a couple. She wanted to strip away the walls between them and bring them closer together, creating an unbreakable bond.
Spencer’s arm tightened, crushing against her ribcage. As she rocked her hips faster, rubbing his cock against her soaked panties, his breathing deepened, gusting against the back of her neck where he’d buried his face.
She wasn’t sure if he was awake now, but she couldn’t imagine anyone sleeping through this. Her body was on fire, her insides an inferno of pleasure so profound, her eyes crossed beneath her closed lids.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up, but as her legs began to tremble and her muscles shook with her building orgasm, she managed to tap into her last vestiges of energy. It was just enough to get her to the edge, and when she felt Spencer’s cock swell between her thighs and his pained moan as he spilled against her flesh, she came—hard.
“Oh, God, yes,” Olivia cried out, gripping the blanket as her muscles clenched down hard. The orgasm felt as if it lasted forever, rather than mere seconds, and left her gasping for breath.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could keep this up, but as her legs began to tremble and her muscles shook with her building orgasm, she managed to tap into her last vestiges of energy. It was just enough to get her to the edge, and when she felt Spencer’s cock swell between her thighs and his pained moan as he spilled against her flesh, she came—hard.
“Oh, God, yes,” Olivia cried out, gripping the blanket as her muscles clenched down hard. The orgasm felt as if it lasted forever, rather than mere seconds, and left her gasping for breath.
She was still trying to collect herself when she was forced to her back. Rolling on top of her, Spencer split her legs open to accommodate his larger frame and his eyes, a stormy blue, bored into hers.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Caught red-handed—or wet-thighed—Olivia blushed furiously.
“Don’t go getting embarrassed on me,” Spencer admonished. “I like that you used me. Getting you off is my pleasure.” With a wan smile, he reached between them and ran his fingers through his semen.
“Obviously.”
“Spence,” she complained, covering her eyes with her hand.
“No, baby. Don’t hide from me.” Pulling her hand away, Spencer forced her to look at him. “As much as I enjoyed making a mess out of you, I want to do this right. The next time you come, it’s going to be around my dick.”
He rocked his hips against hers, and she was shocked to realize that he was still hard. Looked like that time apart had some benefits after all.
“That’s right, Liv,” Spencer crooned, his voice low and rough and dark with promise. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and this time, it’s my name you’ll be shouting.”
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
Caught red-handed—or wet-thighed—Olivia blushed furiously.
“Don’t go getting embarrassed on me,” Spencer admonished. “I like that you used me. Getting you off is my pleasure.” With a wan smile, he reached between them and ran his fingers through his semen.
“Obviously.”
“Spence,” she complained, covering her eyes with her hand.
“No, baby. Don’t hide from me.” Pulling her hand away, Spencer forced her to look at him. “As much as I enjoyed making a mess out of you, I want to do this right. The next time you come, it’s going to be around my dick.”
He rocked his hips against hers, and she was shocked to realize that he was still hard. Looked like that time apart had some benefits after all.
“That’s right, Liv,” Spencer crooned, his voice low and rough and dark with promise. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and this time, it’s my name you’ll be shouting.”
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KNOCKOUT (FREE!)
Knockout
by J.C. Valentine
Wayward Fighters #1
Publication Date: April 6, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis
From the wrong side of the tracks... Alyson Blake had learned early on that the only one she could depend on was herself. The only light in her life was a boy whom everyone agreed was destined for prison; but with his first kiss, he had set her soul on fire. Since the day the police dragged him away in handcuffs, she had managed to lead a quiet life, but when she attends an event fraught with mayhem, trouble resurfaces. The one person she can’t forget... Jamison Weston is the kind of guy dads load their shotguns for; endowed with a hot temper and a rap sheet as long as both tattooed arms. Known as “The Judge,” Jami’s hot temper, lethal fists, and cocky attitude have earned him respect and admiration both in and out of the ring. But just when he thinks he’s pummeled his past to death, Alyson Blake reenters his life. Two paths collide… After years of separation, Alyson is eager to reexplore the man who’s never left her thoughts, but for Jamison, she’s both the distraction he wants, but doesn’t need. As the two embark on a relationship that neither of them expected or bargained for, an outside threat closes in. When Alyson crosses the line of professionalism and takes her work home with her, her life is put in danger, leaving Jamison with no choice but to once again step in and become her protector.
TAPOUT (99c!)
Tapout
by J.C. Valentine
Wayward Fighters #2
Publication Date: July 8, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Synopsis
History brought them together. Circumstances may keep them apart.
Alyson Blake’s past left her with scars. Scars that she tried to fix the only way she knew how—by helping others. But actions have consequences, and Alyson is about to find out that being naïve is no excuse.
Fighting is Jamison Weston’s passion. Alyson is his obsession. Despite the past and a few lingering concerns, their relationship is as solid as ever. Until a shocking lie is uncovered and all of his plans begin to unravel. Now, Jami is rushing to pick up the pieces, but as relationships are put to the test, will he be strong enough to keep it together, or will it all just fall apart?
~ Playlist ~
21 Guns by Green Day
Night Changes by One Direction
Wrapped Up by Olly Myrs, Travie McCoy
A Rush of Blood by Coasts
Wait for Me by Kings of Leon
I'll Follow You by Shinedown
You by Candlebox
About J.C. Valentine
USA Today Bestselling author J.C. Valentine is the alter-ego of Brandi Salazar, whose enjoyment of tales of romance spurred her to branch out and create her own.
She lives in the Northwest with her husband, their wild children, and far too many pets. As a university student, she studies literature, which goes well with her dream of becoming an editor. Brandi entertains a number of hobbies including reading and photography, but her first love is writing fiction-in all its forms.
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