I was raised in the slums of London, I knew nothing of privilege. My father was murdered when I was seventeen. Morty figured my father’s passing meant I would automatically take on dad’s debts. I refused.
And I paid for that refusal.
So did my sister.
So now I fight. All I know how to do is fight. The best cash is in the states, so that’s where I am now.
A big fish called Vito came along offering me a “favor” when I arrived.
I paid for that one too.
I knew Kyla Hensley would be trouble when I met her. But I wanted her. I could see through the falsehood of her wannabe-slutty clothes and her sexy legs. So I chased her.
Besides, trouble is my middle name.
I was brought up in privilege, but I lacked everything else. My father is a business tycoon who buys and sells and doesn’t care who gets rolled over in the process.
I never knew my mother, and all I have of her is a photo with a note scrawled on the back in French saying “I’m sorry.” The only Female Figure I had growing up is my dad’s wife who is a bleach blond with seven boob jobs. We never bonded.
I drink. I party. I meet guys.
But I wasn’t always like that.
I’ve had a string of lovers in the last few years, the worst and most recent of which was Vince Somerset. My best friend Vera was dating a guy called Rory Cansoom who is the opposite of Vince in so many ways, and yet so the same.
She and I hit the road for the summer, getting away from the two college psychos and just trying to have some fun.
But there’s a funny thing about trouble, the more you run from it, the more it finds you.
Which is when I met the Debt Collector.
It was only supposed to be sex. He made that clear. I made that clear.
That’s all it was supposed to be.
I never expected to fall in love. I never expected to fall so deeply, madly, uncomfortably in love with a man who is wrong, so wrong for me.
And yet…so unbelievably right.
Content Warning: Not intended for readers under the age of seventeen.
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Panty Scorching- 4
Overall Rating- 3
Received an ARC for review
This story has so much potential but I just couldn’t get into it.
There are a lot of things that were great about it. I mean it is about a bad boy cage fighter by the name of Logan. He goes into the cage for a fight and he sees Kyla, a girl he had helped in a bar, and he thought she was attractive.
It was just too crazy how they are in a bar in Texas and lock eyes and then the next thing you know they are in Nashville and he is looking for her in bars before his big fight, and all she can think about is him. She happens to go to this fight, and helps him to the hospital when he gets hurt…because he sees her in the audience and loses concentration during the fight.
The other thing that really bugged me about this story was the language. No, not bad language, but how the author “translates” how the character would sound like. There is a Texan, so it is written out how you would read it, and then the author writes it the way it would sound. This happens often throughout the story, and it was just a little irritating.
The sexy side of the story was good and the friendship between Kyla and her good friend Vera is great, but I just didn’t get into the story much, because of all the little pet peeves throughout the story.
I wouldn’t write this story off, there is a lot going on in it. It just didn’t do anything for me.
I have no desire to settle down.
I have no desire to make Kyla be the last woman I’m ever with.
But, damn it, I’d like to be given a chance to do those things. Does she even feel anything for me?
I know I do.
I feel something.
Not love. Something else.
Like I need her.
Like I’d stop breathing without her.
Like the sun would stop being so bright or the sounds of the world so sweet if she disappeared.
About The Author
A prolific writer, she sticks to stories where Alpha Males aren’t pricks and where women have guts.
She’s lived on two different continents, speaks three different languages, and met the love of her life on the internet. In other words, romance is in her blood.