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About the author:
I take a lot of inspiration from Jilly Cooper and Fiona Walker, who did similar things with their books on equestrian sports, or life in the village of Oddwold. But I also take a lot of delight in writing in a fast-paced, masculine style mirroring Ernest Hemingway and Ian Fleming.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m a passionate fan of mixed martial arts, and sexy, steamy romance. I was inspired to combine them in my stories!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Silas looked up from his chair, at the pretty young woman standing in the doorway.
She must have been in her early thirties, and she looked like those years had been pretty fast-paced. She was lean and rangy, in a conservative sweater and Sarah Palin glasses that didn’t cover up her rockabilly haircut or the tattoos on her wrists and neck.
“Salud,” Silas nodded at her.
“Hi,” the woman extended her slender hand. “My name’s Lyssa Meadows. I’m with the Herald Tribune.”
Silas shook her hand disinterestedly.
“I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions, before the fight.”
Batras narrowed his eyes.
Whoever this chick was, she’d been crying. Her nose was red, and her eyes were bloodshot. Her mascara looked like it was valiantly trying to hold its shit together, but he guessed one more sniffle, and she’d have it running down her cheeks like a panda bear.
For a moment, he felt like asking what the matter was. She was a pretty young woman, and he felt a natural urge to comfort her.
But then he snarled, and remembered what he was here to do.
Fight. Fight, and win.
Who gave a shit about this chick?
Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong…